My Papa'S Waltz Lyric Or Narrative Poem
My Papa's Waltz Lyric Or Narrative Poem. With a palm caked hard by dirt. Was battered on one knuckle;
We romped until the pans. Such waltzing was not easy. Could make a small boy dizzy;
Could Make A Small Boy Dizzy;
Such waltzing was not easy. But i hung on like death: We romped until the pans.
But I Hung On Like Death:
But i hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. The whiskey on your breath.
“My Papa’s Waltz” Is A What Roethke Called His “Best Dramatic Lyric,” In Which One Character Addresses A Silent Listener At A Critical Moment, Revealing Himself And The Situation.
But i hung on like death: The poem, my papa’s waltz was first published in 1952 but later incorporated in “the lost son and other poems” in 1948. Such waltzing was not easy.
My Right Ear Scraped A Buckle.
You beat time on my head. We romped until the pans. Slid from the kitchen shelf;
By Theodore Roethke More Theodore Roethke.
We romped until the pans slid from the kitchen shelf; The whiskey on your breath / could make a small boy dizzy; My right ear scraped a buckle.
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