Here’s a poem I decided to study for my imminent English paper on Monday, but I don’t actually know why, seeing as how I have little to no idea how to interpret this. Perhaps if any of you have ideas, leave a line or two in the comments. Otherwise, just enjoy/scratch your head like me.
The little people in the radio are picking on me
again. It is sunny, but they are going to make it
rain. I do not like their voices, they have voices
like cold tea with skin on. I go O O O.The flowers are plastic. There is all dust
on the petals. I go Ugh. Real flowers die,
but at least they are a comfort to us all.
I know them by name, listed. Rose. Tulip. Lily.I live inside someone else’s head. He hears me
with his stethoscope, so it is no use
sneaking home at five o’ clock to his nice house
because I am in his ear going Breathe Breathe.I might take my eye out and swallow it
to bring some attention to myself. Winston did.
His name was in the paper. For the time being
I make noises to annoy them and then I go
B A S T A R D S.- Carol Ann Duffy, And How Are We Today?