Please help! Poetry analysis of A Holiday by Margaret Atwood.?
Somehow I don't really understand this poem! (At least not in depth enough). Can someone please provide an analysis of this poem or an online link where I can find a free essay which analyses this poem?
Thank you!!!
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Title: A Holiday
My child in the smoke of the fire
playing at barbarism,
the burst meat dripping down her
chin, soot smearing
her cheek and her hair infested with twigs,
under a midsummer-leafed tree
in the rain, the shelter
of poles and canvas down
the road if needed:
This could be where we
end up, learning the minimal
with maybe no tree, no rain,
no shelter, no roast carcasses
of animals to renew us
at a time when language
will shrink to the word hunger
and the word none.
Mist lifts from the warm lake
hit by the cold drizzle:
too much dust in the stratosphere
this year, they say. Unseasonal.
Here comes the ice,
here comes something,
we can all feel it
like a breath, a footstep,
here comes nothing
with its calm eye of fire.
What we're having right
now is a cookout,
sausages on peeled sticks.
The blades of grass are still with us. My daughter forages,
grace plumps the dusty berries,
two or three hot and squashed in her fist.
3 months ago
So far we do it
for fun. So far is
where we've gone
and no farther.
-Margaret Atwood
3 months ago