The Lesson by Edward Lucie-Smith
3 March 2002


The poet is remembering his initial reaction to the news of his father's death. He had just turned ten and realised that he could use his bereavement to gain a temporary release from bullying and a brief period at the center of attention.

I don't really relate to any of this poem, never having had a close relative die, been physically bullied or enjoyed having all eyes "turned towards me". However, I do like "brown tobacco jar/Splintered at once in tears". Good "ooh" metaphor (the "ooh" techniques are the ones I referred to at the end of my first response to It Was Long Ago; I give them this name because they make you go "ooh"). The rest of the poem is not terribly exciting.


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