11 Nov

So every once and a while my American Lit. professor declares it poetry today. Today was that day. This poem really struck me, I am about 100% sure that I read it before in my other American LIt. class but could not find it anywhere in my typed notes.

My Papa’s Waltz 

The whiskey on your breath

Could make a small boy dizzy;

But I hung on like death;

Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans

Slid from the kitchen shelf;

My mother’s countenance

Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist

Was battered on one knuckle;

At every step you missed

My right ear scraped a buckle.

Your beat time on my head

With a palm caked hard by dirt,

Then waltzed me off to bed

Still clinging to your shirt. (Theodore Roethke)

I just thought I would share. I really like it because it shows a sweet moment between a father and son. My professor kept describing it in positive terms. I am still not convinced, I could see how it is positive but the father has been drinking but not a lot. I think maybe an after dinner drink or maybe he is drunk. I just really like it. We all did agree that the mother was not happy.

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