Again I find myself scanning through this book from time to time and yet I find this poem catches my attention.
The way I interpret this is a drunken abusive love between a father and his child. But what makes me curious is how much of an abusive love this is, if at all.
Ex: (first stanza) The whiskey on your breath could make a small boy dizzy; but I hung on like death: such waltzing was not easy...
the tone of this poem is depressing and puts weight as you are reading it..kind of like you are the child itself experiencing this drunken man you call father. At least that is what I got from it. I feel I get an abusive tone from this because of the word death. Not sure if that is at all relevant but yeah....
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