Peom Essay The Whipping by Robert Hayden

When was your last whipping? Did you run from your mom and call her a fataxx, my friend did and he paid for it. Robert Hayden writing the poem called The Whipping a very memorable poem, tears like rainy weather to those wound like memories from The Whipping. Robert Hayden in writing the poem The Whipping it was very realistic, it gave me an image of something I’d seen before. I thought The Whipping was very funny from the description of what the woman and the boy went through just to whip the boy.

One relation I could make in this poem was the reality of it. The reality of this poem brings out the image of the boy being whipped. Children run form a beating all the time like in the poem it reads, “Wildly he crashes through elephant ears pleads in dusty zinnias. The reality of the poem, kids always gets whipped. Unfortunately the woman in the was most likely beating the boy for no reason in the end because the poem read the woman was by a tree purging because of her own insecurities that were apparently not dealt with in her past.

Poetry of this type can give the reader a very particular image that the poet wants you to see when reading the poem. One image I could picture was the boy being chased around and beat by the woman. I pictured a time when I saw something somewhat like the poem The Whipping except his mother didn’t catch the boy until he got into the house. A boy running from his mom on my block told his mom while he was running “ha ha you can’t catch me fataxx.” The boy running “ Wildly he crashes into elephant ears,” “the woman corners him, she strikes the shrilly circling boy till the stick breaks in her hand.” His tears are like rainy weather to wound like

Whipping by Robert Hayden was very hilarious. Him running from the woman reminded me of a boy I saw running from his mom and yelled out “you can’t catch me fataxx.” Reading this poem The Whipping was funny in the way Robert Hayden used his wording like in the quote “In spite of rippling fat pursues and corners him.”

Final whipping, finally you become too old for a whipping anymore. Many tears like rainy weather to those wound like memories from The Whipping. How did you fell when you were whipped, if you were whipped? A poem to think about The Whipping by Robert Hayden.