What is your analysis of this poem?

Question

Here is Eden Rock by Charles Causley, a late English poet.


They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden
Rock:
My father, twenty-five, in the same suit
Of Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier Jack
Still two years old and trembling at his feet.

My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dress
Drawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat,
Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass.
Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light.

She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straight
From an old H.P. sauce-bottle, a screw
Of paper for a cork; slowly sets out
The same three plates, the tin cups painted blue.

The sky whitens as if lit by three suns.
My mother shades her eyes and looks my way
Over the drifted stream. My father spins
A stone along the water. Leisurely,
They beckon to me from the other bank.
I hear them call, 'See where the stream-path is!
Crossing is not as hard as you might think.'

I had not thought that it would be like this.


What do you think this poem is talking about? Literary Devices?

Answer 1

The speaker of the poem appears to be talking about his dead parents in the afterlife; perhaps he's describing a dream or vision. Rather than being the popularly-imagined spirits in white gowns with halos and harps, they are young, normal people doing everyday things such as having a picnic. They tell the son that it's not hard to cross over into the other world.

Answer 2

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Try "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Answer 3

Well,it is very atmospheric and I think it tells of disillusion .A person is recalling perhaps his first memory..of a picnic,during the fifties,judging by the styles,an idyll is described from innocence.and they are doing what you do on such an occasion-happy

!His parents are dead now and he is late middle age..and the last line refers to his life and he is told of it´s ease and he has found it not so...a sad end...