This is short Analysis of the poem Boy With His Hair Cut Short by Muriel Rukeyser.
POEM:
SUNDAY shuts down on this twentieth-century evening.
The L passes. Twilight and bulb define
the brown room, the overstuffed plum sofa,
the boy, and the girl's thin hands above his head.
A neighbor radio sings stocks, news, serenade.
He sits at the table, head down, the young clear neck exposed,
watching the drugstore sign from the tail of his eye;
tattoo, neon, until the eye blears, while his
solicitous tall sister, simple in blue, bending
behind him, cuts his hair with her cheap shears.
The arrow's electric red always reaches its mark,
successful neon! He coughs, impressed by that precision.
His child's forehead, forever protected by his cap,
is bleached against the lamplight as he turns head
and steadies to let the snippets drop.
Erasing the failure of weeks with level fingers,
she sleeks the fine hair, combing: 'You'll look fine tomorrow!
You'll surely find something, they can't keep turning you down;
the finest gentleman's not so trim as you!' Smiling, he raises
the adolescent forehead wrinkling ironic now.
He sees his decent suit laid out, new-pressed,
his carfare on the shelf. He lets his head fall, meeting
her earnest hopeless look, seeing the sharp blades splitting,
the darkened room, the impersonal sign, her motion,
the blue vein, bright on her temple, pitifully beating.
About Muriel Rukeyser:
On December 15, 1913, Muriel Rukeyser was conceived in New York City. She went to Vassar College for a long time and afterward moved back to New York where she took classes at Columbia University. Her first accumulation of ballads, Theory of Flight, won the Yale Series of Younger Poets Competition in 1935. Her resulting books of verse would be propelled by specific occasions she saw, incorporating the Scottsboro preliminary in Alabama, the Gauley Bridge disaster in West Virginia, and the common war in Spain...READ MORE
