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Sign in. From the creators of SparkNotes, something better. Literature Poetry Lit Terms Shakescleare. Download this LitChart! Question about this poem? Ask us. Where this theme appears in the poem: Lines Where this theme appears in the poem: Lines Lines Lines Lines Friday's Child audio only Click the icon above to listen to this audio poem. A Woman Named Thucydides Having slept in a turnout in the backseat of her car, she awoke before dawn, shivering, hungover, unsure of where she was.
To her surprise, the sodium lights on the billboard she had parked beside were no longer on. Wind gusts, the smell of rain, the raw, unbroken landscape like a field of ice. If this had been a movie, someone would've been sitting up front, someone who held her fate in his hands. Though she couldn't see them, she could hear birds passing overhead.
Why do they even bother to cross so vast and empty a space? At the moment, none of the usual explanations made sense. Her head ached, her feet were cold, she couldn't find the words. And the man up front, what did he think? What would he do? Must something still happen before the end? Sherod Santos Academy of American Poets Educator Newsletter. Teach This Poem. Follow Us. Find Poets. Poetry Near You.
Jobs for Poets. Read Stanza. Privacy Policy. Press Center. First Book Award. James Laughlin Award. Ambroggio Prize. Which is neat. Too neat. Because of course this is only the beginning of an understanding of how a poem works.
It takes us only to the very edges of the piece, to the outskirts of its vast territory. In order properly to comprehend it we would need to know why Auden chose this rigorous, cramped, bastard form.
I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade:. And why are they sitting in a dive? And is it real or is it imagined, this place? And why the double adjectives? We must die anyway. Still no good. The whole poem, I realized, was infected with an incurable dishonesty — and must be scrapped. It seemed prophetic, wise and relevant, almost too good to be true.
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