Hey, Lori, I loved this poem. It tugged at my heart strings for some reason. Here are my questions: 1-21 numbers? Who is she trying to call? 2-Why does she mention her brother once and not again? 3-Why does she shudder? Elisa Waingort Calgary, Canada
>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.
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