We came from our own country in a red room
which fell through the fields, our mother singing
our father’s name to the turn of the wheels.
My brothers cried, one of them bawling Home,
Home, as the miles rushed back to the city,
the street, the house, the vacant rooms
where we didn’t live any more. I stared
at the eyes of a blind toy, holding its paw.

All childhood is an emigration. Some are slow,
leaving you standing, resigned, up an avenue
where no one you know stays. Other

Question

We came from our own country in a red room
which fell through the fields, our mother singing
our father’s name to the turn of the wheels.
My brothers cried, one of them bawling Home,
Home, as the miles rushed back to the city,
the street, the house, the vacant rooms
where we didn’t live any more. I stared
at the eyes of a blind toy, holding its paw.

All childhood is an emigration. Some are slow,
leaving you standing, resigned, up an avenue
where no one you know stays. Other

mtalhahassan2 · Answer

Can any one tell me what is the significance of the title?

kkutie7 · Answer

the other country sound like his/hers childhood.

mtalhahassan2 · Answer

So this would be the significance of this poem

mtalhahassan2 · Answer

Can anyone also tell me what/who is the persona? How can we tell?

anonymous · Answer

whats that

mtalhahassan2 · Answer

Can anyone also tell me what/who is the persona? How can we tell?

mtalhahassan2 · Answer

can you please tell what/ who is the persona in this poem? How can we tell?