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Homecoming
All day, day after day, they're bringing them home,
they're picking them up, those they can find, and bringing them home,
they're bringing them in, piled on the hulls of Grants, in trucks, in conveys,
they're zipping them up in green plastic bags,
they're tagging them now in Saigon, in the mortuary coolness
they're giving them names, they're rolling them out of
the deep freeze lockers-on the tarmac at Tan Son Nhut
the noble jets are whining like hounds,
they are bringing them home
-curly-heads, kinky-hairs, crew-cuts, balding non-coms
-they're high now, high and higher, over the land, the steaming chow mein
their shadows are tracing the blue curve of the Pacific
with sorrowful blck fingers, heading south, heading east,
home, home, home-and the coasts swing upward, the old ridiculous curvatures
of earth, the knuckled hills, the mangrove-swamps, the desert emptiness...
in their sterile housing they tilt towards these like skiers
-taxing in, on long lunways, the howl of their homecoming rises
surrounding them like their last moments (the mash, the splendour)
then fading at length as they move
on to small towns where dogs in the frozen sunset
raise muzzles in mute salute,
and on to cities in whose wide web of suburbs
telegrams tremble like leaves from a wintery tree
and the spider grief swings in his bitter geometry
-they're bringing them home, mow, too late, too early.
2007-03-27 22:52:41
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answered by j3nny3lf 5
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Bruce Dawe Homecoming
2016-12-16 06:30:25
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answered by quartermon 4
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Homecoming Bruce Dawe
2016-10-01 10:29:38
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answered by ? 4
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In this metaphor, spider 'becomes' grief and starts to spin its web ('his bitter geometry'). If you imagine what a spider and web are like and what they do then it helps understand the metaphor. A spider creeps up on you unnoticed, leaps out suddenly etc. With a web, you can barely see it, it clings to you and its purpose is to trap things (which are then eaten up). Dawe is showing how the grief felt during war is sudden - you don't see it coming, but then it completely covers you and you can't escape from it... just like a spider's web. It's a really complicated metaphor, since it uses zoomorphism to turn grief into a spider and then personifies the spider's movements (giving the spider's movement the human emotion of bitterness). The fact that the spider is in the process of spinning a web in order to capture its prey makes it seem like grief actually plans to trap us and eat us up. Hope that makes sense!
2016-04-04 01:45:17
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answered by Anonymous
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awe uses vivid visual imagery to emphasise the emotional damage caused to friends a family through the loss of a loved one, a deep suffering that is often left unrecorded in the annals of history. “Telegrams tremble like leaves from a wintering tree” and “the spider swings in his bitter geometry”, exemplify the arbitrary grief that affects those who receive notices. Personification of the telegrams shows them as “trembling” under the burden of the news they must deliver, ending any hope for families wishing their loved ones shall return alive. The relation of telegrams to leaves falling from a “wintering tree” is a powerful image, providing the reader with some idea of the immense number of dead soldiers. Dawe further suggests that a “wide web” joins all countries, with none able to escape the “spider grief” associated with war. By exposing the destructive and dehumanising aspects of war, Dawe appeals to the masses, removing it from its falsely glorified position. In 25 lines, the poet drives us across many details, many particulars in the fixed drama of death. Dawe's point of view is not uncritical. We are enjoined not to be passionless spectators but to feel this great injustice to our young men. The irony is that the young are brought back to the old ridiculous curvatures of our old continent's coasts and into the cities and small towns where they were raised. Thus a spider web of grief "in his bitter geometry" spreads across the land catching us all.
2016-03-18 06:06:08
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answered by Anonymous
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Try dogpile.com and if I may, I would suggest that you don't print it straight from the internet. that messes stuff up all the time for me. Command-c the poem and print it from a word document.
2007-03-27 22:52:53
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answered by Redwulf 2
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Type it into your internet browser bar?
2007-03-27 22:51:17
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answered by Anonymous
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