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Comment 3 of 5, added on May 3rd, 2010 at 5:56 PM.
I think this poem is about the difference between being a child and a grown
up .you think life will be good,but alas; you will find a lot of
difficulties to adapt to the reality and to be responsible for every thing
you will do
saasoo from Egypt
Comment 2 of 5, added on July 6th, 2009 at 9:07 PM.
I was a student of Anne's when I heard her read it,
sitting with our crowd and her personal cheering
section...the poem has such a pure longing, it mostly transcends words.
Much of her poetry had this uniquely
challenging passion, the words that transcended a feeling that could never
be relinquished...so utterly American, an artifact that beat like your
heart, and you wondered would anyone in this world ever get it back into
the body? What a poem. And no, it hasn't been returned, nor I think will it
ever, beating quietly in its books, awaiting the next discoverer.
from United States
Comment 1 of 5, added on December 6th, 2005 at 4:58 PM.
When I was young, I always used to wonder all about life and when I was
finally going to "grow up." I am now in high school, and as a student, I
have wondered where all of MY teddies have gone, and where my nightlight is
from when I was younger. I wished so much to start to be a part of my
world and active, driving a car and taking difficult classes in school, I
gave up so many of my childlike pleasures, my nightlight and my teddy, for
instance. Instead of just being a child, I decided to be "Grown up" and
tie my own shoes, a reoccuring element and symbol in this poem. This
element represents the nature of children to be independant and like my
The world wasn't handed to me on a silver platter, I had to learn. I had
to learn to swim and learn to disregard my childlike fears of shadows and
the dark. I exchanged these naivities for knowledge, for wisdom, and for
the ability to make a difference and now it is my time to shine.
Also, it is instilled in this poem that we are the dreamers of dreams and
that we can be the "big people" who we have sacrificed ourselves to become,
the aversion back to the thumb signals that maybe I'm not fully ready to go
out into the world, maybe I'm not the best candidate, maybe I'm not just
like that adult I see who is amazing and can do millons of things with just
a few minutes to spare. I buckled you, shoes, a long time ago and I'm
wondering you will kick in and I will be like my parents?
I wonder when I can become the person I am meant to be... I wonder when I
can take those giant steps. When we get to taking those big steps, we must
keep on and cherish the moments we spend. We have waited for it all of our
lives, it is our time to shine.
Miriam from United States