My first impression of a woman's work, was , it's a poem about a housewife going about her day tending house. Mundane, tedious housework, with no aspirations of her own. After reading the poem several times, I realized that what this woman did on a daily basis, was her way of expressing her artistic self. Perhaps she had aspirations of being an artist, but had a family and put her dreams on hold. So she put her heart into keeping house. Her family was her heart, her work of art.
What I found most profound in this poem, was the child's reflection. Once resenting having to stay indoors doing housework or chores, while her friends were outdoors playing. Once she had a family of her own, she too chose home, her heart, but taking time out to also pursue her dreams. The housewife, evolving.
Well thought-out response. I am intrigued by the art comparison. What specific makes you see that? Where are the connections for you? I'd like your thoughts on that.
ReplyDeleteThe title itself, then the very first line, "who says a woman's work isn't high art?" These factors set the tone for me. What I heard the woman saying, was, value the way I keep house the same as you would, a woman working outside of the home. Being valued is the connection.
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