Poetry 180

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“Man I knew”
I feel as though this poem is as sad as it appears on the screen. In a way this man’s life is as puny and minuscule as these seven lines of poetry. You can’t help but to feel the sorrow and notice the insignificance of this man’s being. This man is essentially alone, besides for the maid that comes every other week. His kids do not visit, for some reason that can only be interpreted in the mind, and they are like boats in a vast ocean. It is almost as if the man, the subject of the poem, is essentially stuck to the land, unable to reach his children, the boats, as they sail past him. When the poet writes, “they are on the dresser,” she is referring to most-likely a picture of the children that will forever remain the same; however, this man cannot communicate through this object. He cannot and will not be able to reach his children.

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