November Rain
How separate we are
under our black umbrellas—dark
planets in our own small orbits,
hiding from this wet assault
of weather as if water
would violate the skin,
as if these raised silk canopies
could protect us
from whatever is coming next—
December with its white
enamel surfaces; the numbing
silences of winter.
From above we must look
like a family of bats—
ribbed wings spread
against the rain,
swooping towards any
makeshift shelter.
This poem, November rain, reminds me of the sadness that these three girls are going through. Clarie's dad has lost his job and can barely afford to support his family. Missy's parents hardly pay any attention to each other or her. And Genevive hardly has parents at all. This poem shows the misery and pain that all these girls are going through and how alike they are, even thoough they dont know each other.
under our black umbrellas—dark
planets in our own small orbits,
hiding from this wet assault
of weather as if water
would violate the skin,
as if these raised silk canopies
could protect us
from whatever is coming next—
December with its white
enamel surfaces; the numbing
silences of winter.
From above we must look
like a family of bats—
ribbed wings spread
against the rain,
swooping towards any
makeshift shelter.
This poem, November rain, reminds me of the sadness that these three girls are going through. Clarie's dad has lost his job and can barely afford to support his family. Missy's parents hardly pay any attention to each other or her. And Genevive hardly has parents at all. This poem shows the misery and pain that all these girls are going through and how alike they are, even thoough they dont know each other.
When the War is Over
When the war is over
We will be proud of course the air will be
Good for breathing at last
The water will have been improved the salmon
And the silence of heaven will migrate more perfectly
The dead will think the living are worth it we will know
Who we are
And we will all enlist again
This poem represents the feeling of relief that these girls will feel when they figure out their situations. At the end of the poem it mentions how everyone will finally know who they are. I feel like the girls in the book feel like they dont really know themselves because they dont know their "sisters". They will get their lives back in order and be ready to live life again.
We will be proud of course the air will be
Good for breathing at last
The water will have been improved the salmon
And the silence of heaven will migrate more perfectly
The dead will think the living are worth it we will know
Who we are
And we will all enlist again
This poem represents the feeling of relief that these girls will feel when they figure out their situations. At the end of the poem it mentions how everyone will finally know who they are. I feel like the girls in the book feel like they dont really know themselves because they dont know their "sisters". They will get their lives back in order and be ready to live life again.
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