English 82 Poetry Blog For this unit, each student will be assigned to post on an assigned poem. Everyone will read all the assigned poems and take notes on them; the assigned poster will post a sentence exploration of their assigned poem by 7 p. Commenters, you will be expected to respond to one of the posts each night.
Use by Alice Walker I will wait for her in the yard that Maggie and I made so clean and wavy yesterday afternoon. A yard like this is more comfortable than most people know. It is not just a yard. It is like an extended living room. When the hard clay is swept clean as a floor and the fine sand around the edges lined with tiny, irregular grooves, anyone can come and sit and look up into the elm tree and wait for the breezes that never come inside the house.
Maggie will be nervous until after her sister goes: She thinks her sister has held life always in the palm of one hand, that "no" is a word the world never learned to say to her.
You've no doubt seen those TV shows where the child who has "made it" is confronted, as a surprise, by her own mother and father, tottering in weakly from backstage. A pleasant surprise, of course: What would they do if parent and child came on the show only to curse out and insult each other?
On TV mother and child embrace and smile into each other's faces. Sometimes the mother and father weep, the child wraps them in her arms and leans across the table to tell how she would not have made it without their help. I have seen these programs.
Sometimes I dream a dream in which Dee and I are suddenly brought together on a TV program of this sort. Out of a dark and soft. There I meet a smiling, gray, sporty man like Johnny Carson who shakes my hand and tells me what a fine girl I have.
Then we are on the stage and Dee is embracing me with tears in her eyes.
She pins on my dress a large orchid, even though she has told me once that she thinks orchids are tacky flowers. In real life I am a large, big. In the winter I wear flannel nightgowns to bed and overalls dur. I can kill and clean a hog as mercilessly as a man. My fat keeps me hot in zero weather.
I can work outside all day, breaking ice to get water for washing; I can eat pork liver cooked over the open fire minutes after it comes steaming from the hog.
One winter I knocked a bull calf straight in the brain between the eyes with a sledge hammer and had the meat hung up to chill before nightfall. But of course all this does not show on television. I am the way my daughter would want me to be: My hair glistens in the hot bright lights. Johnny Carson has much to do to keep up with my quick and witty tongue.
But that is a mistake. I know even before I wake up. Who ever knew a Johnson with a quick tongue? Who can even imagine me looking a strange white man in the eye?
It seems to me I have talked to them always with one foot raised in flight, with my head fumed in whichever way is farthest from them. She would always look anyone in the eye. Hesitation was no part of her nature.
Have you ever seen a lame animal, perhaps a dog run over by some careless person rich enough to own a car, sidle up to someone who is ignorant enough to be kind to him? That is the way my Maggie walks.Alice Walker was born on February 9, , in Putnam County, Georgia.
She is an accomplished American poet, novelist, and activist. Walker was the eighth and youngest child of Minnie Tallulah Grant Walker and Willie Lee Walker. Alice Walker tackles some of American society's most vexing issues—race, gender and violence—through a memorable protagonist named Celie.
The story of her growing up as a victim of abuse and her ongoing journey of self-discovery is a brutally honest assessment of .
The speaker in Walker’s poem describes the great depression of women during this point in time, by unfolding the difference between a potted plant and a woman.
The 20th century was a time in which women were expected to do as her man said, not as he did. Jul 13, · Alice Cooper asked not to be named in the roundup.
He had a girlfriend and needed to be discreet. Led Zeppelin had already amply demonstrated their groupie prowess on earlier tours. Calloway, Ayasha. Eng - Feb - 19 - Explication of Alice Walkers "a woman is not a potted plant" Walker writes this poem using a potted plant as metaphor describing a woman /5(24).
Okay, even the toughest plant is not indestructible, but with a few expert tips you can beat the odds. Avoid giving a potted friend too much sun or H2O.
"The roots can't handle the absorption and.