Where I Come From
By Elizabeth Brewster
People are made of places. They carry with them
hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace
or the cool eyes of sea gazers. Atmosphere of cities
how different drops from them, like the smell of smog
*anaphora
or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring,
nature tidily plotted with a guidebook;
or the smell of work, glue factories maybe, *she is surmising
chromium-plated offices; smell of subways
crowded at rush hours.
Where I come from, people *back to 1 person
st
carry woods in their minds, acres of pine woods;
blueberry patches in the burned-out bush;
wooden farmhouses, old, in need of paint, *minutest details
with yards where hens and chickens circle about, stay with
us
clucking aimlessly; battered schoolhouses
behind which violets grow. Spring and winter
are the mind's chief seasons: ice and the breaking of ice.
A door in the mind blows open, and there blows *use of
definite
a frosty wind from fields of snow. article makes
message
universal
Analysis:
By Elizabeth Brewster
People are made of places. They carry with them
hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace
or the cool eyes of sea gazers. Atmosphere of cities
how different drops from them, like the smell of smog
*anaphora
or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring,
nature tidily plotted with a guidebook;
or the smell of work, glue factories maybe, *she is surmising
chromium-plated offices; smell of subways
crowded at rush hours.
Where I come from, people *back to 1 person
st
carry woods in their minds, acres of pine woods;
blueberry patches in the burned-out bush;
wooden farmhouses, old, in need of paint, *minutest details
with yards where hens and chickens circle about, stay with
us
clucking aimlessly; battered schoolhouses
behind which violets grow. Spring and winter
are the mind's chief seasons: ice and the breaking of ice.
A door in the mind blows open, and there blows *use of
definite
a frosty wind from fields of snow. article makes
message
universal
Analysis:
