15.2 READ--"Still Life" by Reed Whittenmore

Edward Reed Whittemore
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Edward Reed Whittemore was born in New Haven, Connecticut in 1919. Whittemore attended Yale University, served in the United States Army Air Force, and completed his graduate work in history at Princeton. While at Princeton, Whittemore published his first book of poetry,
Heroes and Heroines (1946). Whittemore is noted for his ironic and free flowing poetry.


STEP 1: Read Whittemore's poem, "Still Life"

I must explain why it is that at night, in my own house,
Even when no one's asleep, I feel I must whisper.
Thoreau and Wordsworth would call it an act of devotion.
I think; others would call it fright; it is probably
Something of both. In my living-room there are matters
rather not meddle with
Late at night.

I prefer to sit very still on the couch, watching
All the inanimate things of my daytime life--
The furniture and the curtains, the pictures and books--
Come alive.
Not as in some childish fantasy, the chairs dancing
And Disney prancing backstage, but with dignity,
The big old rocker presiding over a silent
And Solemn assembly of all my craftsmen,
From Picasso and other dignities gracing my walls
To the local carpenter benched at my slippered feet.

I find these proceedings
remarkable for their clarity and intelligence, and I wish I
might somehow
Bring into daylight the eloquence, say, of a doorknob.
But always the gathering breaks up; everyone there
Shrinks from the tossing turbulence
Of living,
A cough, a creaking stair.

STEP 2: Read this poem again and notice the poetic devices used.



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