for a five year old
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Analysis of the poem "For A Five Year Old" from a poetry classTRANSCRIPT
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For a Five Year OldBy Fleur Adcock
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The poem
A snail is climbing up the window-sillinto your room, after a night of rain.You call me in to see, and I explainthat it would be unkind to leave it there:it might crawl to the floor; we must take carethat no one squashes it. You understand,and carry it outside, with careful hand,to eat a daffodil.
I see, then, that a kind of faith prevails:your gentleness is moulded still by wordsfrom me, who have trapped mice and shot wild birds,from me, who drowned your kittens, who betrayed your closest relatives, and who purveyed the harshest kind of truth to many another.But that is how things are: I am your mother,And we are kind to snails.
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A few clarifications
Prevails: verb; to be widespread, to exist everywhere or generally, to appear or be predominant
Moulded/molded: verb; to shape or form
Purveyed: verb; to supply, furnish, or provide (usually food or provisions) usually as a business or a service
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A snail is climbing up the window-sillinto your room, after a night of rain
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You call me in to see, and I explainthat it would be unkind to leave it there:
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It might crawl on the floor; we must take carethat no one squashes it. You understand,
and carry it outside, with careful hand,to eat a daffodil
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The First Stanza
Simple diction illustrates an innocence and curiosity “climbing up the window-sill” “crawl to the floor” “squashes”
Appears to be teaching the child something “and I explain/ that it would be unkind to leave it
there” “we must take care”
Childish/Childlike setting
Maternal tone or atmosphere
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I see, then, that a kind of faith prevails:your gentleness is moulded still by words
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From me, who have trapped mice and shot wild birds,
from me, who drowned your kittens, who betrayed
your closest relatives, and who purveyedthe harshest kind of truth to many another.
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But that is how things are: I am your mother,And we are kind to snails.
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The Second Stanza
Changes from innocent to corrupt
Anaphora (repetition of initial clauses: “from me,” “who…”) puts an emphasis on the mother/speaker Blameful, regretful tone
Switches to a present perfect as if the speaker is remembering her faults
Disenchanted tone
Closes with a return to being kind to snails but it is attached to the line “I am your mother” which has an orderly, parental sound. (command)
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The poem, again.
A snail is climbing up the window-sillinto your room, after a night of rain.You call me in to see, and I explainthat it would be unkind to leave it there:it might crawl to the floor; we must take carethat no one squashes it. You understand,and carry it outside, with careful hand,to eat a daffodil.
I see, then, that a kind of faith prevails:your gentleness is moulded still by wordsfrom me, who have trapped mice and shot wild birds,from me, who drowned your kittens, who betrayed your closest relatives, and who purveyed the harshest kind of truth to many another.But that is how things are: I am your mother,And we are kind to snails.
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Tone
The first stanza has a child-like innocence and curiosity for the snail that meanders into the room
The mother also begins with a compassionate and nurturing tone but switched to a disenchanted one
The listing style in the middle of the second stanza is almost rushing or skimming over the shady parts of the mother’s life Almost like she’s hiding something or ashamed
Returns to the innocence of the snail (hypocritical)
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Meaning?
Hiding the truth from children
The loss of innocence
Children will listen
… thoughts?