Table Flannel
Table Flannel
!!QUESTIONS ABOUT THiS POEM!!?
1) What is the theme in this poem
2) It’s kind of a long poem but can you please paraphrase it in easy words? I just don’t get what this poem is about T_T..
3) What’s the tone in this poem?
4)Does the tone change?
5)After reading the poem, do you have different feelings about the title?
Dusting
Each morning I wrote my name
on the dusty cabinet, then crossed
the dining table in scriptm scrawled
in capitals on the back of chairs,
practicing signatures like scales
while Mother followed, squirting
linseed from a burping can
into a crumpled-up flannel.
She erased my fingerprints
from the bookshelf and rocker,
polished mirrors on the desk
scribbled with my alphabets
My name was swallowed in the towel
with which she jeweled the table tops.
The grain surfaced in the oak
and the pine grew luminous.
But I refused with every mark
to be like her, anonymous.
- Julia Alvarez
It’s a poem of a child, making his mark in the world as a crawling baby, leaving fingerprints and saliva and all sorts of other signs of who he was, while his mother did the best to erase the signs of his having been there.
But in the end, we all defeat our mother’s best efforts, and we do leave marks, just as every living creature does.
Some of us later choose to be like our mothers and follow the path of anonymity…while others make sure that this never happens to them, and leave traces of themselves where ever they can.
Songwriters are like that….and so are poets.
Table Flannel
please help me with this poem..?
Julia Alvarez
Dusting
Each morning I wrote my name
on the dusty cabinet, then crossed
the dining table in script, scrawled
in capitals on the backs of chairs,
practicing signatures like scales
while Mother followed squirting
linseed from a burping can
into a crumpled-up flannel.
She erased my fingerprints
from the bookshelf and rocker,
polished mirrors on the desk
scribbled with my alphabets.
My name was swallowed in the towel
with which she jeweled the table tops.
The grain surfaced in the oak
and the pine grew luminous.
But I refused with every mark
to be like her, anonymous.
i need to know the rhyme scheme, the meter (if there are any) and any forms of assonace, onomatopoeia, alliteration, rhythm, personification, hyperbole, and simile/metaphors
There’s no rhyme scheme. Some assonance, notably at the ends of lines but some internal as well. There’s a form of metaphor–technically what you would call an “allegory” in the writing of the name and the erasing of it which leads to that wonderful pair of closing lines.
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