Something Close To Me, I Wonder...
By: Emily Dickinson
I don't know his name, but I know about him.
I remember my mum telling me about him
By: Emily Dickinson
I don't know his name, but I know about him.
I remember my mum telling me about him
when I was very small.
He was a builder, a good one too...
I can't boast that he was the greatest
He was a builder, a good one too...
I can't boast that he was the greatest
grandfather in the world
because I don't know him and probably never will,
because I don't know him and probably never will,
unless it's in a far off distant place.
I remember my mum telling me about him
I remember my mum telling me about him
when I was very small.
That my gran stayed with him while my Mum ran
to the telephone down the road with her sister and brother.
My mum phoned the doctors,
That my gran stayed with him while my Mum ran
to the telephone down the road with her sister and brother.
My mum phoned the doctors,
but my grandfather died, a young man.
I remember my mum telling me about him
I remember my mum telling me about him
when I was very small.
About the time just before Christmas when the snow began to fall.
How they watched it falling to the ground, softly, softly -- no sound.
I know my mum blames herself for his death.
I know that she was very small when he died.
I don't know his name, but then again I've never asked...
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Citation:
Dickinson , Emily. "Something Close To Me, I Wonder...." poetry.com. Available from http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P0943967&BN=202&PN=1. Internet; accessed 22 January 2008.
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Reflection
This poem caught my eyes because the narrator, "I", had many things in common with me. My mom had lost her father when she was little and I have never seen my grandfather since he passed away before I was even born. Both side of my grandfathers passed away and I don’t even know their names or their faces. I have heard my mother’s side long time ago from my mom, but not so long ago that I’ll forget. My mom’s side of grandfather liked to build the houses and he often helped the builders to build the houses. My mother told me that she loved him, but there seems like there is a wall between him and my mom that I was afraid to ask more about him. It was cold and he passed away just like that cold night of winter due to the cancer. I hope someday that I’ll have chance to ask more about my grandfathers.
About the time just before Christmas when the snow began to fall.
How they watched it falling to the ground, softly, softly -- no sound.
I know my mum blames herself for his death.
I know that she was very small when he died.
I don't know his name, but then again I've never asked...
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Citation:
Dickinson , Emily. "Something Close To Me, I Wonder...." poetry.com. Available from http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P0943967&BN=202&PN=1. Internet; accessed 22 January 2008.
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Reflection
This poem caught my eyes because the narrator, "I", had many things in common with me. My mom had lost her father when she was little and I have never seen my grandfather since he passed away before I was even born. Both side of my grandfathers passed away and I don’t even know their names or their faces. I have heard my mother’s side long time ago from my mom, but not so long ago that I’ll forget. My mom’s side of grandfather liked to build the houses and he often helped the builders to build the houses. My mother told me that she loved him, but there seems like there is a wall between him and my mom that I was afraid to ask more about him. It was cold and he passed away just like that cold night of winter due to the cancer. I hope someday that I’ll have chance to ask more about my grandfathers.
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