Wear your wings, young citizen,
Out of the flat world that has been
Into the new world which is round,
Which man can travel fast as sound
This father is acknowledging his son as an important member of society now, and of the educated world. He years for his son to be a part of our ever moving forward world.
No peaks, no valleys, no high or low
Your high and young blue eyes shall know.
Open your wings, son, and go fast
Over a brotherly world at last.
This father is proud of his son and truly believes he is ready for life ahead, and that no obstacle can possibly stand in his way of success.
This book is full of poems that could be written from a parent to their child, with a focus on a father-son relationship. Not all poems have a joyous tone, some are extremely sad actually. The poems also vary in length of lines, style and tone. Some are long and sad, short and happy, rarely do they rhyme. Most have enjambed lines, but the punctuation makes it easy to follow. For example of this on one of the rare rhymed poems (Rest):
The boy went down the meadow towards the evening,
Shadows of haystacks reached across the world,
The night-hawks from the high small clouds of Summer
Fell in a lovely sound of wings and whirled.
I enjoy this poem because the rhymed language as well as how the lines flow from one to the next make it extremely enjoyable to read and makes me imagination run wild with all of the imagery as the story builds! I love how the author rhymes whirled with world because they sound so similar. I wish I could rewrite the whole poem here but that would take too much space...worth the read though.
Although not all of the poems have to do directly with a son growing up, they have something to do with time and change. For example, Brief Flowering has to do with the seasons changing....Here are some lines from each of the four stanzas which represent a season:
Days grow, the frosted silver suns
Sail longer through the sky...
....
Icivles weep along the eaves
And into diamonds flower...
...
Soon groundhogs will be up and see...
...
Such petals the last breath can uproot...
...The duskier flowers of May
The book ends with a poem called, The Lights Go On. This poem is about a long and tiresome journey that has finally come to an end. It again does not have to do with a father and son directly, but rather about life in general, the journies life brings one on, etc., which is what a father prepares his son for anyway.
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