The Muse Mother

The title, The Muse Mother, represents a metaphor. It represents a relationship between a mother and a role model. The speaker describes this mother, who is taking care of her child in the midst of what most of us would think of as “too much to handle”, as if she were the only inspiration or guidance left in the world. The speaker describes this mother as a multitasker as she cleans her childs mouth swith a “nappy liner” in the rain. We know that this woman is capable of handling chaos and also a busy woman through the speakers’ description of the scene: ”a woman hunkering her busy hand worrying a child’s face working a nappy liner over his sticky, loud round of a mouth.” The words I have highlighted are clear verbs and adjectives justifying this mother’s capablility of handling a “sticky” situation even in the middle of her “busy” life. We can see and even feel the speakers admirablity of this mother through the descriptions in the 4th stanza of the poem: “Her hand’s a cloud accross his face, making light rain, smiles and a frown, a smile again.” What an awesome compliment I’d say. If a mom could do that I’d be pretty impressed too. The scene continues to unfold into the 5th stanza where the mother and child leave the speakers’ view: “She jockeys him to her hip,” clearly she’s in charge of the situation, another admirable quality, “pockets the nappy liner”, cleans up her mess, “collars rain on her nape”, first takes care of her child then herself, “and moves away”, she has done her job.

Two metaphors were very apparent to me: “The Muse Mother”, and “Her hand’s a cloud”. As I stated in the begining, “muse” meaning model, or inspiration, and “mother” corrolate in a way that really ties this entire poem together. The line “her hand’s a cloud” represents another metaphor, and creates an image of protection from mother to child; another characteristic the speaker admires.

After the mother and child depart, the speaker says that his “mind stays fixed”. The topic of language is brought up in the remaining stanzas of the poem. Clearly there is an underlying meaning as to why this topic is so ubruptly brought up in the poem. Here, is where I discover the theme of The Muse Mother. The speaker thinks to himself: “If I could only decline her…from this rainy street again to her roots, she might teach me a new language…”.  My translation being: “If only I could understand her, how she does what she does, if I could figure out where she learned what she has and become the person that she has, maybe I could learn something from her and truly understand what it feels like to be capable of what she is.” Kinda long and drawn out but you get the point.

The speaker continues with the lines “to be a sibyl” or profit, “able to sing the past” learn from past experiences, “in pure syllables”, with true understanding, “…able to speak at last my mother tongue”, finally be the person that I am meant to be, the person that my mother was, the person that this mother I observe is.

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Daphne Heard With Horror The Addresses of The God

First of all, longest title ever.

Second, this lady CONTINUES to talk about flowers, and bushes and trees. New subject please!

Third, the poem…

This lady’s in a greenhouse, (suprising huh? NOT), chilling with some person, who I have yet to figure out who it is, and they’re drinking tea. Lets all drink tea in a greenhouse with all the stephanotis plants and azaleas.

Time to be serious…

The metaphor I came across right away was the stephanotis’ “cutthroat sweetness”. Some oxymoron there. Another fascinating subject, a flower cant be cutthroat and violent. Or can it? Is the speaker comparing her guest to this “violent” plant?

So basically this lady is outside in a garden, listening to a story. As she’s listening to the story she’s admiring her garden. She admires its peacefullness and individuality and its liveliness:

           “I thought the garden looked so at ease. The roses were beginning on       one side. The laurel hedge was nothing but itself, and all of it so free of any need…”

She stays outside to water her azaleas, and continues to admire her garden, as her guest goes inside.

Thats all I have for now.

Aurielle Thommen


The Achill Woman

Reading this poem on my own, without any idea of what I was to be looking for, got me no where. I read it again and again before I had the slightest idea of what it MIGHT be about. A couple ideas came to mind and the poem started making sense.

It starts out with a young man that just got out of college. This young man, the speaker in the poem, has a romantic personality. He feels strongly about the girl and this is shown through the changes in the weather. When he’s around her, his surroundings seem warm and comforting; however, when she leaves it turns cold and dark. The words in this poem are of the young man, but they’re not spoken aloud. Its a memory that he is reminiscing in his thoughts. I believe the speaker to be in awe from how the girl made him feel. He was unable to comprehend his text and was oblivious to his surroundings which expresses his emotion of awe. The story we read in the poem The Achill Woman, describes the details of the girl and the surroundings on the first day he met her, along with how it effected him. Tension arrises when the young man converses with the girl. Each aspect of the setting in the story is important because it is ironic to how he is feeling at that particular time. For example, before the girl left, the weather and the surroundings resembled happy feelings like grass being a lavender color. However, when she left the grass turned black. The speaker leads you to believe that there is soem irony between this girl and Jesus. The ascent up the hill during Easter parallels Jesus’ ascent to heaven. When she’s around the sunset, grass and sky are beautiful but when she leaves it goes black.

Throughout the whole poem he keeps a compassionate, romantic, hopeful tone. The words used to describe his surroundings give the poem this tone. For example: “a stream was a fluid sunset”, “the grace music gives to flattery”.

Overall, I liked the poem, after reading it about six times.

Oh what poetry puts us through…


Aurielle Thommen


Outside History

This recent assingment of finding metaphors in the second section of our book, Outside Histoy, has made me realize that I am not very good at identifying metaphors. Maybe just because Im out of practice, but I found myself continuously questioning “is that a metaphor?”. At the same time, from what I do know about metaphors, I wasnt able to find that many. That may be just because of my lack of outstanding metaphor identification skills, or maybe there really arent that many. What do you think?

Aurielle Thommen

First blog, ever.