Slow children at play cecilia woloch blog

All the quick children have gone Woloch thinks families should instead be "slow" and feel free to do whatever without a structure. Families don't always have to know when dinner is being served, where the father is, or where the children are. Families should be "infinite", not have to worry about what happens next, and are happier. Structure- Imagery was a main part of the poem.

Slow Children at Play. Slow Children at Play. The poem “Slow Children at Play” written by Cecilia Woloch, will possibly display numerous different viewpoints. The writer or author could be telling a different story other than what the reader embraces. When I read this poem, I imagined several different scenes.

Slow Children at Play. Cecilia

Cecilia Woloch All the quick children have gone inside, called by their mothers to hurry-up-wash-your-hands honey-dinner’s-getting-cold, just-wait-till-your-father-gets-home-and only the slow children out on the lawns, marking off paths between fireflies, making soft little sounds with their mouths, ohs, that glow and go out and glow. And.

Woloch is comparing two Cecilia shows you that the second family is living a less structured life but the mother is radiantly shinning bright on the inside as she observes her children at play. She is so betrothed in her happiness while watching her children at play that time has slipped away.

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A poem by Cecilia "All the quick children have gone inside " I find the following poem so haunting, and I can't even explain why. What do you think? What effect does it have on you? And doesn't the photo just capture it? that glow and go out and glow. And their slow mothers flickering, Where is their dinner? Where has their father gone?.

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