Because my mother loved pocketbooks I come alive at the opening click or close of a metal clasp.
And sometimes, unexpectedly, a faux crocodile handle makes me weep. Breathy clearing of throat, a smooth arm, heels on pavement, she lingers, sound tattoos. I go to the thrift store to feel for bobby pins caught in the pocket seam of a camel hair coat.
I hinge a satin handbag in the crease of my arm. I buy a little change purse with its curled and fitted snap. My mother bought this for me.
I buy and then I buy and then, another day, I buy something else. In Paris she had a dog, Bijou, and when they fled Paris in they left the dog behind.
When my mother died on February 9,she left me. Now, thirty years later and I am exactly her age. I tell my husband I will probably die by the end of today and all day he says, Are you getting close, Sweetheart?
My poem is not a happy one, it is sad and it is real, and at some point in life many will come face to face with some type of suffering, but the most heart breaking suffering is that of someone we love, and we can be so close yet feel so helpless/5(16). poem @poemlifestyle Close. Choose a trend location Dismiss. Close. Previous Next Close. Go to a person's profile. Saved searches. Remove; In this conversation. Verified account Protected Tweets @ Suggested users Verified account Protected Tweets @ . The process of writing an essay usually begins with the close reading of a text. Of course, the writer's personal experience may occasionally come into the essay, and all essays depend on the writer's own observations and knowledge.
And late in the afternoon, he asks if he should buy enough filet of sole for two. From a blue velvet clutch I take out a mirror and behold my lips in the small rectangle. Put on something nice.
Let him splurge and take you out for dinner, my mother whispers on the glass. Used with permission of the author.
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This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on June 27, Browse the Poem-A-Day archive. Redel grew up in Scarsdale, New York, and later attended Dartmouth College, where she graduated with a degree in visual arts in Getting Close - Because my mother loved pocketbooks.
Victoria Redel was born in New York City on April 9, , a first-generation American of Belgian, Egyptian, Polish, Romanian, and Russian descent. Close reading is deep analysis of how a literary text works; it is both a reading process and something you include in a literary analysis paper, though in a refined form.
Fiction writers and poets build texts out of many central components, including subject, form, and specific word choices.
It is a poem consisting of 14 lines written in iambic pentameter (five pairs of stressed and unstressed syllables), which follow a specific rhyme scheme (the pattern of end rhyme).
When close reading a poem with students, before we read, I like students to label stanzas, verses, and sometimes even rhyme scheme. Then in the first read, I just want students to “get the gist” of the poem. Close By by Emily Pauline regardbouddhiste.com near at hand our eyes oerlooked its nearness In search of distant things A dear dream layperchance to grow in dearness Had we but felt its wings.
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