POEMS POEMS #10
by William Meredith
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.
This poem is very beautifully written. The images of the breath on the windowpane and the image of the city in contrast against the darkness of the nighttime sky are just simply well-expressed. The poem seems to portray these country stars as the saviors and the eyes that watch over the city and the poor, little child. The child seems even more helpless as she is nearsighted and needs the aid of glasses to see clearly. This brings out even a greater need for the stars to watch over the land. The way that this poem is written, it seems like the speaker is almost whispering in the ear of the reader. It seems like the speaker is drawing our attention to a little child in the midst of this vast world and the speaker doesn’t want the child to know and speaking to the reader that all is well because of the stars and such.