A response to: "The Author to Her Book"
I actually love this poem. I've read it before and
I love that sense of familiarity you get when you pick something up and realize
you've seen it before. Anyways I think her metaphor is incredibly strong. She
compares her book, or any piece of writing really, to a child. Unfortunately,
the relationship the author has with her book is not a loving and nurturing
one, but rather filled with disappointment and unreached expectations. She
refers to her writing as her "ill-formed offspring" and her
"rambling brat." Obviously she is not proud of her works. All she is
able to see are flaws and imperfections. Because it is something that she
created, I don't think it will ever be good enough. She explains that her
friends took her writing prematurely and got it published, which only resulted
in embarassment and disatisfaction. Every time she looked at the book (her so
called child) after that, she was ashamed to be associated with it. I think
that actually happens a lot with parents and children. Parents will sometimes set
unreasonable expectations for their kids, and then reprimand and punish them
when they are unable to live up to them. It's hard because parents are always associated
with their child. Every decision that is made, action that is taken, word that
is spoken by the child will always be related back to their parents. Often
times parents are blamed for the mistakes of their offspring because "they
did not practice good parenting". When Bradstreet talks about her book she
is merciless. She is harder on herself because, as human beings, that's what we
do. In my opinion, no matter how much time she had to edit, change, manipulate
her writing into whatever she wanted it to be, it never would have been ready
to "send...out of door."