In the poem “My Papa’s Waltz” written by Theodore Roethke,
this poem can be taken in two different ways abuse or the actual waltz. At
first I thought the poem was about abuse, in the poem he says “The whisky on
your breath/ Could make a small boy dizzy;/ But I hung on like death:/ Such
waltzing was not easy”. This poem can lead to a person’s interpretation of
abuse or a memorable dance. The mother is also brought up and how she is upset
at the boy’s behavior “My mother’s countenance/ Could not unfrown itself” Which
means by the look on his mother’s face lets the boy know that she is upset.
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