Dilbanger
03-22-2015, 06:57 PM
Heather Pyrcz wrote a book called Night son Prospect Street which has a collection of poems in it. Prospect is a street by Acadia University which a lot of students live on. Heather was also a English Teacher at Acaida.
I need to do a close reading on some of her poems and was wondering if anybody good help me with this short poem:
The White Taxi
How many nights will it take
how many rides in the white taxi
down Prospect Street at two in the morning
before he knows where he is going?
I think it has to do with a journey out of naivety and the white taxi represents innocence. It's a students journey into adulthood.
Any input would be nice. I want to understand the meaning of night time and the white taxi.
Here is another similar poem that also includes a white taxi:
NIGHT SWEATS
They're all awake but hiding
-have been for hours-
days-no-weeks now
you can see the blue grey
of their televisions flickering
aberrant in the night
flare of moon, match, firefly
Did they die forgetting how
to shift, to rise forgetting
to eat, resisting sleep
is it their dreams they fear?
Some of them roam at night
in packs trackless dispersed
scattered energy
searching for the white taxi
I need to do a close reading on some of her poems and was wondering if anybody good help me with this short poem:
The White Taxi
How many nights will it take
how many rides in the white taxi
down Prospect Street at two in the morning
before he knows where he is going?
I think it has to do with a journey out of naivety and the white taxi represents innocence. It's a students journey into adulthood.
Any input would be nice. I want to understand the meaning of night time and the white taxi.
Here is another similar poem that also includes a white taxi:
NIGHT SWEATS
They're all awake but hiding
-have been for hours-
days-no-weeks now
you can see the blue grey
of their televisions flickering
aberrant in the night
flare of moon, match, firefly
Did they die forgetting how
to shift, to rise forgetting
to eat, resisting sleep
is it their dreams they fear?
Some of them roam at night
in packs trackless dispersed
scattered energy
searching for the white taxi