My Papa's Waltz: Anylisis
My Papa's Waltz By Theodore Roethke The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother’s countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt. Analysis: My Papa’s Waltz is a poem that was written by the poet and writer Theodore Roethke. The poem was well accepted and is still one of Theodore’s best works. The poem narrates the perspective of a child towards their dad. Furthermore, in terms of poetic form, the poem follows a structure with four ...
