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Singling out Gezim among the fishermen and fisherwomen, I asked if he ever lets fish go. Does her description, her use of figurative language in between the first and last lines, help us to understand her bizarre decision?
With no quick response forthcoming, I asked the class to focus on the first two lines, on facts and details about the fish.
Ragip read line six: What does this word suggest? Why would Bishop want to personify the fish? Edita suggested that the speaker begins to see more than a fish, something to eat; she sees a fellow being who has known struggle and deserves respect.
Praising her insight, I asked what other images and figures suggest beauty and further personify the fish. We then discussed the paradox that Bishop develops, the beautiful becoming one with the grotesque.
Such wakefulness, we agreed, allowed her—and her readers—to see the respectability, even honor of fellow non-human creatures, insights, I suggested, that Black Elk would have commended. With no quick answer coming, I asked Bajram to read the five-line poem aloud: Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose. When he finished, I asked for his response to the last line.
He said that the speaker uses the past tense, suggesting that he looks back on his own death from the perspective of eternity. What do we learn about this victim? How old is he? Fidan responded, stressing the almost instantaneous transformation of the infant into a soldier. What happens to the wet baby in the bomber?
To my delight, hands shot up across the room, and nearly everyone had a poem to share. Many of these poems centered on their memories of their mothers. I see you coming in, little by little, in small steps, With an albatross round your neck, I wonder will it ever go away.
The wrinkles on you face tell that it was heavy all the way through. I lift you in my arms as you are tall as an eleven-year-old girl, Oh, no, the great soul of yours makes you big as a mountain.
I kiss your tired face, and then you cry.
Inside your eyes I see a mirror of me. You kiss me back. As we all mopped our faces and prepared to leave, I thanked those who had read for demonstrating the power and accessibility of poetry.In this poem, “The Gift” by Li-Young Lee, the author uses point of view, rhythm, and metaphor to create a sad mood and keep us interested.
The point of view reveals a sad mood because it . The main theme from The Gift by Li Young Lee is about the care and tenderness that his father gave him. Lee seems to be recalling a memory from his youth when he had a splinter in his hand.
In the poem when he says “you” he is talking to the audience which once again seems to be anyone.
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To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade. Category: Li-Young Lee One Heart by Li-Young Lee. By T. on September 13, September 13, The Gift Li-Young Lee.
To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade. Before the story ended, he’d removed.