Monday, November 21, 2005

week 9 post 1

Raymond Carver

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.

When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.

I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.

They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.

It is very obvious that the speaker of the poem is very happy. He talks about ordinary things in a glorious and unusually happy way. Something that probably happens everyday at his house, such as the paper boys dropping off his newspaper becomes this remarkable thing and he basks in how happy they are. In the poem it does not say anything about the boys being happy, they are not even speaking with each other, so how does the speaker know they are happy? Since he is happy everything around him is happy too. So he perceives these two boys as being happy, even though they necessarily are not. He also comments on the weather and its beauty. It seems like nothing other than sunrise, something that occurs everyday. Something has happened to him that makes him so happy that the death, ambition, and love that he has been facing cannot change how he feels.


Blogger brianne fong said...

I really liked Naseem's interpretation of the poem. I especially liked the link between happiness and it's "everyday-ness" to the coming of the morning paper. It's so true that when one is happy, it seems like the entire world is happy alongside with you. I found the wording of the poem interesting. It made sense, but the word order or sentence structure seemed kind of messed up. But at the same time, Shakespeare was kind of like that, wasn't he? Great interpretation, Naseem! :)

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