Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Forty Years


I was three, no bigger than a west Texas tumble weed,
just three.
My mother hung the wash out on the line
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  • Shahzia Batool (4/12/2013 1:50:00 AM)

    Of course it looks difficult to read the Deep-structure of the poet's mind, and that too without any help of Poet's notes, but the other things that strike the reader can be discussed: the first line: I was three, no bigger than a west Texas tumble weed, ... gives a clear idea of comparison...; on one hand, the reference to the mother and Wichita Falls, Texas on the Wichita River...on the other, Moses with his staff, the promised land, pharoah, ....i can't say anything for sure but the touch of symbolism is there which is found usually in transcendentalists' works... (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (3/6/2013 6:08:00 AM)

    Stanzas 1 and 3 seem to go together and stanzas 2and 4 - did you feel exiled for forty years? Thanks, I know what a 'blue norther' is now - incredible phenomenon! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (3/6/2013 5:07:00 AM)

    Don't quite understand it Thomas - not sure of the point you wish to make (never was much good at understanding cryptic writes) but a fascinating read nevertheless. (Report) Reply

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