The poem is based on the idea that a severe hangover results in the sensation that the head can be lifted from the body and interrogated, addressed, and explored independently of the person to whom it is normally attached. Image: Carol Ann Duffy at Humber Mouth 2009 picture: walnut whippet , via. I'd like to hear something other than that when women write about men. She says when she moves closer to Ithaca: She drifted in on a ribbon of light, and started tracking the scents of rosemary, lemon and thyme. This also shows that the narrator's ego has not yet completely diminished. The voices she creates are so vivid, and her use of language is witty and hits like a hammer every time.
When you try to eliminate tradition, you eliminate the ability to create meaning, since meaning can only be expressed by confirming or denying the experiences and notions of tradition. She stayed faithful to her husband by pretending that she would make a decision when she had finished the tapestry she was working on. Duffy tells tales which we all know, and which form great parts of our human consciousness, from the perspectives of the women who appear within them. When I finally sat down and began to follow the traces and threads of Duffy's thought, it became less promising. Unlike all the previous poems, it is unclear what the age of Carol Ann Duffy is in this poem.
But it's the ones we've not given thought to who provide the most fun in revealing the foibles and foolishness of their men. The female voice is asserted throughout, and it is done cleverly. Mrs Sisyphus is here along with Mrs Quasimodo and Mrs Rip Van Winkle and Mrs Midas and many more, all long-suffering and trenchant and fed up with the outrageous weaknesses of their husbands. Furthermore, the poem is written in rhyming triplets, along with a tidal rhythm, which manages to capture the feel and movement of the sea in the rhythm of the poem. By leaving her poems open to interpretation, Duffy loses much of the punch she could have had by presenting her subversion more strongly. It is a book that has become a firm favourite of mine and one that I could read a million times. Behind our lullabies, the hooves of terrible horses thunder and drum.
This presents how she has changed as a person, from a naive young child into someone who is much more aware and frightened of the world. Like the man recalling his Latin lessons at school, the name is half-remembered, veiling its own meaning, yet carrying a powerful sense of importance and familiarity, despite — perhaps even because of — its enigmatic qualities. The alliteration takes the reader from classic pop-culture to not so classic pop-culture, acting as a metaphor for the slow decline of the narrator. A lot of it's funny always a plus , some of it's sad, and most of it's efficacious. In the poem the persona is shattered when she comes to know that her affections are not returned. The memories that Duffy re-lives are somewhat biased due to her more recent experiences of the world.
This highlights the pain in the loss of love. The narrator also describes the weird thought that their head is floating. The second stanza features the narrator sitting on a toilet, surprised at the lightness of her skull. The World's Wife is a collection of poems by published in 1999. A staged production of The World's Wife, performed by Linda Marlowe and directed by Di Sherlock, was acclaimed at the in 2009, and transferred to the in London in 2010. I hope that Duffy sees the cracks, as well.
She can still experience those beautiful moments, but also feels sad for the absence of her lover who is now nowhere to see. She is Professor of Contemporary Poetry at Manchester Metropolitan University, and was appointed Britain's Poet Laureate in May 2009. As a Literature student myself I have only just come to the realisation that I can actually read and enjoy poetry outside of the classroom. Overall the poem presents a figure trying to come to terms with their own sense of of failure - and even failing at that. By this time Odysseus himself had returned to his court disguised as a beggar. The form of the poem is a dramatic monologue. He won the challenge and then killed all the suitors who had pestered Penelope.
Though I used the word 'fun,' a few really aren't. I very rarely give a five star rating but this one definately deserves it, it is packed full of incredible poems. The very title of the poem suggests itself what it is going to be about. Perhaps Duffy recognizes this, for in 'Medusa' at least, she presents a woman whose view of the world is as flawed as the metaphor would indicate. The poet furthermore links this metaphor to the theme of feminism when she describes the women in the poem overpowering the man that hurt her. Midas, Queen Kong, and Frau Freud, to say nothing of the Devil's Wife herself, startle us with their wit, imagination, and incisiveness in this collection of poems written from the perspectives of the wives, sisters, or girlfriends of famous — and infamous — male personages.
The use of assonance continues to show the pleading of the writer, and the speaker talks about himself in third person, which creates a detached feeling. And when the others came to take his place, disturb my peace, I played for time. The second stanza makes good use of assonance. It is in this stanza that the narrator's identity slips away from them. It is her obsession with her own victimization that turns men to stone, not their faults or flaws.
Consider the effects of the simile that begins on line 19 and the metaphor developed in lines 21-27. The 2011 Anthologise judges were Duffy; National Poet for Wales ; ; and Cambridge Professor of Children's Poetry,. The dadaists and beat poets were intent on wresting poetry from the jaws of tradition. Duffy uses this line to link the idea of losing love with a death, in other words giving the end of a relationship equal status with the loss of a life. So better by far for me if you were stone. Emigrating in childhood is leaving a culture, a language and a home behind. Using the speaker's name as the title lets us know right away that Carol Ann Duffy, the poet, is not the one speaking.
I woke to the streaming sun. In the sixth and final stanza the speaker seems to question the meaning of life, and clearly has death on their mind and the impact of their death on the people around them. The Diet is part of a collection of poems entitled the Feminine Gospels, the focus of which is showcasing the less desirable aspects of womanhood and providing social commentary on female issues, usually told from the perspective of a woman. I was picking out the smile of a woman at the centre of this world, self-contained, absorbed, content, most certainly not waiting, when I heard a far-too-late familiar tread outside the door. But she can still feel and trace what she experienced earlier with her lover. She is my favourite poet of all time.