In a poignant recollection of his traumatizing experience in the Vietnam War, Komunyakaa uses vivid imagery, dynamic metaphor, and other poetic techniques to tackle not only his conflicted feelings towards the War, but also, more ingeniously, the force race played during his time of service. An editor will review the submission and either publish your submission or provide feedback. I think that Johnson may have saved the speakers life as well. No matter how many times he keeps coming back to this memorial, he will never forget his past. Here I believe he is realizing he should be on that wall. Figuratively, he could be seeing himself since he is a vet and the lost arm can symbolize as if he lost something inside himself like his innocence or his peace of mind after the war.
This poem, one of Komunyakaa's most famous, depicts a veteran's encounter with the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington, D. The literal meaning is basically that he sees a white flash from something that passes across the warm. However, the poem is also a universal and real description of the pain that comes about for a soldier when remembering the horror of war. He's caught between a rock and a hard place. Especially, when these events are directly related to person, the memory reproduces every second of what happened. We both talked about how when he was going down the list reading the names he was hoping to see his name as he refected back on the black wall as I call it.
Lines ten through thirteen give us an idea of the physical space the speaker is in. This poem means and says a lot because it speaks to alot of men who were drafted in the Vietnamese War. Due to his excellent work with the newspaper, he was awarded the Bronze Star. His hands were stained with the juices of berries. Experiences blend in a twisted tangle in his mind. That would eradicate the past, the decision, the war, the battles, the bombs, the deaths.
The literal meaning is that he is reading his name expecting to find his within the gray letters, but then he touches a friends name and has a flashback seeing what he may have died from. I go down the 58,022 names, half-expecting to find my own in letters like smoke. The tenderness of his age further amplifies the horrific nature of war. Yusef Komunyakaa began to reflect on all the things that had been pushed from his mind for years. He's lost his right arm inside the stone. There are no numbers because the devices seemed to interconnect in my mind. There are many variations to the title of this poem and one may see that after finishing it.
A filmic poem, with strong imagery and simple language. He sees the world in a different view. The other side of the coin is a listener; how does a listener should read a poem? Yusef begins the poem by using visual imagery to describe his face reflecting in the memorial wall. For the figurative meaning it can be interpreted that as life goes on the names will always remain on the wall. It is another life which seeps into his current one and taints it with pain and heartache.
The ex-soldier finds himself staring his past in the face. It's good to know that we can interpret that the speaker is the type of person to stand up and he's willing to risk his life for those he cares about. Perhaps the speaker is feeling guilt; guilt; that he is not on the granite name list, that he is not one of the dead. Also touching the wall or the names on wall makes him feel the terrible situation he went through in the past. Born in 1947 in Louisiana, Yusef Komunyakaa spent time as a war correspondent in Vietnam, witnessing and reporting on the bloody battles for supremacy in the mid 1960s.
Maybe the trauma of the war or the meaning of the memorial itself is getting to him. The fact that none of the lines ryhme adds to the idea of an ordinary conversation, because most people do not speak in verse. Yusef Komunyakaa is an American poet who has served for the army as well. I go down the 58,022 names, half-expecting to find my own in letters like smoke. What factors does she consider most important in keeping hate alive?. He's lost his right arm inside the stone.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's wings cutting across my stare. Hatred is a master of contrast—between explosions and dead quiet, red blood and white snow. I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see the booby trap's white flash. He then uses some metaphors to help describe his struggle to compose himself. In order to move forward, we must face our past and let ourselves let go of it, tell ourselves its okay to do so. It is very much a personal approach, written in first person, which tells the reader that this is one individual facing whatever it is that might follow.
One religion or another— whatever gets it ready, in position. In lines seventeen through twenty-one the narrator Places his hand on a name and experiences painful memories of his past. That he as a veteran who was there with these men, created this wall through their deeds and have now been entered into history, they are integral to each other. The reader can assume that Komanuyakaa drew upon his own experiences in Vietnam, thereby making the poem a personal statement. The friends that were made there and then lost.