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poetry help!!!
does any one know the poem "the kitchen shears speak" by christianne balk i have to write what the poem means and what its talkin about and what primary literary technique she used in this poem please i need help its so confussing but if your will to give it a try here is the poem
This division must end.
Again I'm forced to amputate
the chicken's limb; slit the joint,
clip the heart, snip wing from back,
strip fat from flesh, separate
everything from itself. I'm used,
thrown down by unknown hands,
by cowards who can't bear to do
the constant severing. Open and close!
Open and close. I work and never tell.
Though mostly made of mouth, I have no voice,
no legs. My arms are bent, immobile
pinions gripped by strangers. I fear
the grudge things must hold.
I slice rose from bush, skin from muscle,
head from carrot, root from lettuce,
tail from fish. I break the bone.
What if they join against me,
uncouple me, throw away one-half,
or hide my slashed eye? Or worse,
what if I never die? What I fear
most is being caught, then rusted rigid,
punished like a prehistoric
bird, fossilized, and changed
into a winged lizard, trapped while clawing
air, stuck in stone with open beak.
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maybe its just her telling to tell the people that through life shes been torn apart shes been speechless and sometime she was there but nobody noticed her maybe shes trying to put her lifes pain in a poem saying sort of in a way that shes stuck ex.
the constant severing. Open and close!
Open and close. I work and never tell.
Though mostly made of mouth, I have no voice,
no legs. My arms are bent, immobile
i hope i helped at least this what i think about when i read the poem its actually pretty good i hoped i helped
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Kind of a "life through the eyes of a pair of kitchen scissors" poem.
I don't know what the first line means. "The division must end." Maybe the shears are tired of cutting things up? Yet, at the end, it fears being left to rust. That would be out of lack of use. I am at a loss on that one.
"I'm used, thrown down by unknown hands, by cowards who can't bear to do the constant severing." The cowards are the people who use the shears, maybe they are cowards because they can't bear to do the work with their bare hands?
"Open and close! Open and close. I work and never tell. Though mostly made of mouth, I have no voice, no legs. My arms are bent, immobile
pinions gripped by strangers." Of course this is the body of the shears. It is mostly a mute mouth, made from the two blades. The useless arms are are the handles.
"I fear the grudge things must hold." This may be due to the things the shears are used to cut- plants and animals. Maybe it's fear is that we are cruel, because to cut a flower, and to cut up a chicken is cutting off their lives for our own purposes.
The last is like the end of a pair of shears. Either they break and become useless, or they dull and get set aside to freeze up with rust and become inoperable. They don't die, they just end up no longer able to serve their purpose.
I don't know if this is what the author is really meaning. It is just my opinion I gather from reading it. I may be right, but I may be wrong.
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