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Owen Pietila

on 26 March 2014

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Transcript of Baseball

by: Gail Mauzer
Presented by: Owen Pietila

The peom Baseball is about a man who is describing baseball. In the first stanza she describes a baseball field. In the second stanza she explains the people down on the field playing. Next, in the third stanza she describes all the crazy people in the crowd drinking and smoking. Lastly, in the fourth stanza she describes the family in the crowd, the lady trying to understand the game to impress her husband and the little boy already falling asleep.
Speaker's tone
The speakers tone in the poem "Baseball" is calm. for example the speaker tone is calm because he uses calm words like delicate. Also, in the poem "Baseball" there is no shift.
The author of this poem Gail Mazur won the 2006 Massachusetts book award and was also fialist in 2005. Next, the Gail Mazur has a husband named Micheal Mazur and a daughter named Kathe Mazur. Lastly Gail Mazurs birthday was on November, 10 1937, and is currently 77 years of age.
Difficult words
The game of baseball is not a metaphor
and I know it’s not really life.
The chalky green diamond, the lovely
dusty brown lanes I see from airplanes
multiplying around the cities
are only neat playing fields.
Their structure is not the frame
of history carved out of forest,
that is not what I see on my ascent.

And down in the stadium,
the veteran catcher guiding the young
pitcher through the innings, the line
of concentration between them,
that delicate filament is not
like the way you are helping me,
only it reminds me when I strain
for analogies, the way a rookie strains
for perfection, and the veteran,
in his wisdom, seems to promise it,
it glows from his upheld glove,

and the man in front of me
in the grandstand, drinking banana
daiquiris from a thermos,
continuing through a whole dinner
to the aromatic cigar even as our team
is shut out, nearly hitless, he is
not like the farmer that Auden speaks
of in Breughel’s Icarus,
or the four inevitable woman-hating
drunkards, yelling, hugging
each other and moving up and down
continuously for more beer

and the young wife trying to understand
what a full count could be
to please her husband happy in
his old dreams, or the little boy
in the Yankees cap already nodding
off to sleep against his father,
program and popcorn memories
sliding into the future,
and the old woman from Lincoln, Maine,
screaming at the Yankee slugger
with wounded knees to break his leg

this is not a microcosm,
not even a slice of life

and the terrible slumps,
when the greatest hitter mysteriously
goes hitless for weeks, or
the pitcher’s stuff is all junk
who threw like a magician all last month,
or the days when our guys look
like Sennett cops, slipping, bumping
each other, then suddenly, the play
that wasn’t humanly possible, the Kid
we know isn’t ready for the big leagues,
leaps into the air to catch a ball
that should have gone downtown,
and coming off the field is hugged
and bottom-slapped by the sudden
sorcerers, the winning team

the question of what makes a man
slump when his form, his eye,
his power aren’t to blame, this isn’t
like the bad luck that hounds us,
and his frustration in the games
not like our deep rage
for disappointing ourselves

the ball park is an artifact,
manicured, safe, “scene in an Easter egg”,
and the order of the ball game,
the firm structure with the mystery
of accidents always contained,
not the wild field we wander in,
where I’m trying to recite the rules,
to repeat the statistics of the game,
and the wind keeps carrying my words away

Inevitable = Unable to be avoided
very fine thread or theadlike substance
aromatic = sweet scented
Literary devices
Metaphor: The chalky green diamond.
Lovely ,dusty brown lanes
Sliding into the future
Imagery : The chalky green diamound.
Lovely ,dusty brown lanes.
Delicate filament.
Nodding off to sleep
In the poem "Baseball" what I think that the author is trying get people to appreciate the game of baseball. I think that the author is trying to get people to appreciate the game of baseball, because he really describe everything and makes you feel like your there.
Why I Picked This Poem
One reason why i chose this poem is because I like baseball. I liked this poem because it was very describedive. Also I liked this poem because it showed a lot of imagery.
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