Simic
Charles Simic's poem "My Mother Was a Braid of Black Smoke" appears in New and Selected Poems, 1962-2012. The poem is the story of the poet's genesis, and it is difficult for the reader to distinguish between what is actual memory and what is the impression or imagination of the speaker. The first stanza starts, "My mother was a braid of black smoke." The imagery in this stanza, with his mother's "swaddling," conveys the sense that Simic's childhood was not a wealthy or happy one. The cities were "burning cities," perhaps reference to the outbreak of war. When the speaker says "We met many others who were just like us," the reader gets the sense that they were outcasts. This imagery is in direct contradiction with the second stanza's imagery. For instance, the second stanza refers to gypsies, and distinguishes the speaker's family from the gypsies. "I was stolen by the gypsies. My parents stole me right back," is the first line of the second stanza. He describes the "caravan" and "sucking the dark teat of my / new mother." The speaker then claims that when his mother took him back, he was sitting in "the long dining room table eating / my breakfast with a silver spoon." The imagery of his "two" fathers is also ambiguous as if to suggest that the narrator had a double life, or a childhood of conflicted identity.
The next few stanzas take on the shape of paragraphs. The style is somewhere between poetry and prose. The third stanza begins, "She's pressing me gently with a hot steam iron." The imagery of being a puppet blends in soon with imagery of the war and difficult times. "Never since the beginning of the world has there been so little light. Our winter afternoons have been known at times to last a hundred years." (111). Imagery of poverty returns,...
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