Poem

The poem I'm doing this week is "Still Memory." The whole poem starts out asa "dream." But like we talked about in class I believe it's really a memory. But in class we talked about how this was a happy memeory of her childhood, and to be honest it's not like an evil memory that haunts her, but from her vocabulary and the way she says certain things makes me think it's a little less happy more gloomy. "My father in thwe doorway, not dead, just home from the graveyard shift..." That isn't a happy way to describe your father coming home. "Not dead" is no way to happily describe when your father comes home. Then later in the poem, she uses the adverb "throbs", and when I think of throbbing I think of a throbbing head ache or pain. "my house starts to throb in it's old socket." Like an old pain she had that's starting to throb again. Then she talks about heat in their house, "becasue the tiles are cold and we have no heat other than what our bodies can carry." It's a cold house, it throbs, and her dad is back from the graveyard shift, that to me doesn't sound like a happy memory. It sounds like the only good thing was her mom in the kitchen and the flowers opening up. Maybe those were some of the better aspects of her childhood, but I'm not sure. Mary Karr is a professor at Syracuse University she has multiple books and is a well known author.