Okay, now that someone has mentioned gray clouds of exhaustion, is her relationship with her brother strained and maybe even though she's tried to make amends, he's not responding.
----- Original Message ----- From: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: "Mosaic: A Reading Comprehension Strategies Listserv" <[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, January 28, 2007 10:14 PM Subject: Re: [MOSAIC] AN INVITATION >I am an adopted child and I didn't think of adoption. But that would sort >of make sense, trying the same name in any number > of cities, you could be calling a person without really knowing anyone in > that city. I got a real sense of distance between the > voice in the poem and her brother, like maybe he held himself above her > somehow. > > Lori > > On Sun, 28 Jan 2007 21:30 , Nancy Hagerty <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> sent: > >>Why is she imagining standing high above Lake Michigan? >>Is her brother at the bottom of Lake Michigan? Or is he up in heaven? >>(gray clouds of exhaustion) >>Is her brother with her? Are they working together? Is he the one >>totally depressed? >>Is she trying to get a hold of his (her brother's) significant other? >>Someone who would have seen or talked to him more recently than she had? >>Could she have been adopted and now searching for whom she believes her >>family might be? >> >> >>>> The Phone Call >>>> Philip Levine >>>> >>>> She calls Chicago, but no one >>>> is home. The operator asks >>>> for another number but still >>>> no one answers. Together >>>> they try twenty-one numbers, >>>> and at each no one is ever home. >>>> "Can I call Baltimore?" she asks. >>>> She can, but she knows no one >>>> in Baltimore, no one in >>>> St Louis, Boston, Washington. >>>> She imagines herself standing >>>> before the glass wall high >>>> over Lake Shore Drive, the cars >>>> below fanning into the city. >>>> East she can see all the way >>>> to Gary and the great gray clouds >>>> of exhaustion rolling over >>>> the lake where her vision ends. >>>> This is where her brother lives. >>>> At such height there's nothing, >>>> no birds, no growing, no noise. >>>> She leans her sweating forehead >>>> against the cold glass, shudders, >>>> and puts down the receiver. >>>> >>>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >> >>_______________________________________________ >>Mosaic mailing list >>[email protected] >>To unsubscribe or modify your membership please go to >>http://literacyworkshop.org/mailman/options/mosaic_literacyworkshop.org. >> >>Search the MOSAIC archives at http://snipurl.com/MosaicArchive. >> > > > > > _______________________________________________ > Mosaic mailing list > [email protected] > To unsubscribe or modify your membership please go to > http://literacyworkshop.org/mailman/options/mosaic_literacyworkshop.org. > > Search the MOSAIC archives at http://snipurl.com/MosaicArchive. > _______________________________________________ Mosaic mailing list [email protected] To unsubscribe or modify your membership please go to http://literacyworkshop.org/mailman/options/mosaic_literacyworkshop.org. Search the MOSAIC archives at http://snipurl.com/MosaicArchive.
