A Fire-Truck by Richard Wilbur
The firetruck, in this poem, completely disrupts Wilbur's train of thought, just as it disrupts its surroundings. Cars pull over, people cover their ears to soften sirens, and red lights are run so that the firetruck may make sure a fire is put out. All of Wilbur's thoughts go right out the window upon hearing this truck. What interests me most, though, is how the firetruck takes over his mind at the end. Not only has it chased all other thoughts from his mind, but it has taken their place, and he finds himself pondering its unusual beauty, taking all the chaos that seems to follow it and crafting it into something far greater.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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You write too much but I hear you. Fire trucks are unique in these ways. Well-analyzed, sir.
ReplyDeleteI also read this poem for my blog and I think that your view on the poem is a very unique one. It shows a different view on the same poem and I think that it is interesting.
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