John D asked: Still on the Clock
The debris of another wandering day
Washes up on the living room floor
Cushions and toys and bills left to pay
And unread magazines by the score
I start to clean half-heartedly
Time, it seems, outsmarted me.
The thumping and screaming that comes
From upstairs means the kids aren’t asleep
Before me the dishes and flatware [...]
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Please read and comment, I’m still on the clock?
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RUSSELL H asked: The Bean Eaters
By: Gwendolyn Brooks
They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Tin flatware.
Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day,
But keep on putting on their clothes
And putting things away.
And remembering . . .
Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,
As they lean [...]
I need help analyzing this poem, what do you think it may mean?
KLU67 asked: It’s called “The Bean Eaters” By Gwendolyn Brooks.
They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Tin flatware.
Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day,
But keep on putting on their clothes
And putting things away.
And remembering . . .
Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,
As [...]
