Thursday, October 16, 2014

Distilling a Poem

“The House of Falling Leaves” was presented by Elissa last week, and I was very intrigued. During the discussion I made a comment about all of the capitalized and I thought I should revisit it. I was intrigued by the seemingly random capitalization throughout the poem. After further inspection, I realized that I could pull out these words and get the following:

House Falling Leaves
Room
Time
Autumn
Time
Winter
Memory

This represents a distilled version of the poem that manages to maintain a lot of meaning. The first interpretation of this set of words is as a description of the life of a leaf as mentioned in the title. Time is the biggest factor for change for a leaf so this selection of words accurately describes the passing of the seasons and how the leaf eventually becomes a memory. This can be taken in a number of directions symbolically as is true for this whole poem. these words show a clear sense of inevitability due to the emphases on time and passing of seasons. That is intriguing when talking about the people separating or passing away into a memory. We want our life to be meaningful, but similar to Native Son, it all appears to be just as predictable as the passing seasons (shown here). The seasons metaphor is also similar to the discussion we had about Their Eyes Were Watching God and the passing of time for Jamie. We described the phases of her life in seasons as well. Jody could be the ‘he’ in this poem that passes from her as her life passes out of Autumn. It is every interesting to see these parallels emerge from these writers. There is so much more that could be said about the poem itself, but I wanted to take a moment to look at a conscious choice by the author to highlight some key words.
What do you see as their significance?

1 comment:

  1. I think it is interesting that you mention the sort of naturalist point of view that we discussed while talking about Native Son. The fact that our lives are very predictable would fit with what Wright is saying in Native Son, and that interpretation does make a fair amount of sense. I think that this distilled version could also relate in general to anyone's life. Moving through time until they are just a memory, after passing through autumn and winter.

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