Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Country Stars by William Meredith

P. 115

The nearsighted child has taken off her glasses
and come downstairs to be kissed goodnight.
She blows on a black windowpane until it's white.
Over the apple trees a great bear passes
but she puts her own construction on the night.

Two cities, a chemical plant, and clotted cars
breathe our distrust of darkness on the air,
clouding the pane between us and the stars.
But have no fear, or only proper fear:
the bright watchers are still there.

I enjoy reading this poem not only because it creates a mood that is soothing and calming, but it also uses nature and many metaphors in order to convey its purpose. This poem talks about a child that is getting ready to go to bed. The idea that she is afraid of the dark is portrayed when the speaker talks about how she "blows on a black windowpane until it's white," therefore preferring white over black, in other words, light over darkness. The speaker also uses "a great bear" to show that she is afraid, therefore creating a tone of seriousness. A main theme of this poem is fear because in the last phrase, the speaker talks about "fear" and how she should not be afraid. The speaker uses the "bright watchers" as a symbol for the stars in the sky, resembling them as a way so that they can "watch" over them in order for her not to be afraid. The items that the speaker describes throughout the poem are just figures that can be seen in an everyday life. This shows that the emotions and feelings that "she" is going through are apart of everyday life. I enjoy the easiness read of this poem as well as the understanding of the overall meaning and story.


Blogger SUPERUNDRDAWG said...

good call on the mood.. it almost feels really dark.. and i like ur insight about child and the light n stuff i didnt catch that the first time i read it.. YOURE SO SMART S-THUR hahah

11:58 PM  
Blogger Danny said...

After reading the poem, I found myself wondering who the "bright watchers" were. Thanks for clearing that up. I really like how the poem talks about clotted cars breathing our distrust of darkness on the air, a very visual, very interesting image. Good choice of poem, pretty interesting language.

8:58 PM  
Blogger Susan Doyle said...

Thank you so much for posting this poem...I first read it in my parents' New Yorker, probably in the 1970's. I cut it out, and kept it in a file folder of random things I liked, and it disappeared from same. I didn't know who had written it, but finally dredged the first line out of my head, searched it, and found this blog. I am deeply grateful! I love it for the hope in the last line, and the description of the child...so much like me...in the first line.

10:36 AM  

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