4. About The Author
The British poet Elizabeth Jennings has published more than 20
books of poetry since the 1950s. She writes short, meditative lyrics
that are known for their simplicity, control, and range of feeling.
These qualities have linked Jennings to a group of poets, usually
referred to as The Movement, who were writing in England during
the 1940s and 1950s. The members of this group, poets like
Kingsley Amis, Thom Gunn, Philip Larkin, and John Wain, never
consciously formed a movement, but their poetry reveals a shared
love for simplicity and an acceptance of regular meter and rhyme.
5. FATHER TO SON
I do not understand this child
Though we have lived together now
In the same house for years. I know
Nothing of him, so try to build
Up a relationship from how
He was when small. Yet have I killed
The seed I spent or sown it where
The land is his and none of mine?
We speak like strangers, there's no sign
Of understanding in the air.
This child is built to my design
Yet what he loves I cannot share.
Silence surrounds us. I would have
Him prodigal, returning to
His father's house, the home he knew,
Rather than see him make and move
His world. I would forgive him too,
Shaping from sorrow a new love.
Father and son, we both must live
On the same globe and the same land.
He speaks: I cannot understand
Myself, why anger grows from grief.
We each put out an empty hand,
Longing for something to forgive.
6. Analysis Of Poem
The theme of the poem is the generation gap which occurs when
the communication link between two generations breaks due to a
mutual lack of understanding, tolerance and
acceptance. Compare and contrast this poem with the poem
'Childhood'. That poem was the child's perspective and struggle
to understand himself. This poem is the father's inability to
come to terms with the young adult who has replaced the
father's 'little boy'.
7. Paragraph 1
I do not understand this child
Though we have lived together now
In the same house for years. I know
Nothing of him, so try to build
Up a relationship from how
He was when small. Yet have I killed
8. Paragraph 2
The seed I spent or sown it where
The land is his and none of mine?
We speak like strangers, there's no sign
Of understanding in the air.
This child is built to my design
Yet what he loves I cannot share.
9. Paragraph 3
Silence surrounds us. I would have
Him prodigal, returning to
His father's house, the home he knew,
Rather than see him make and move
His world. I would forgive him too,
Shaping from sorrow a new love.
10. Paragraph 4
Father and son, we both must live
On the same globe and the same land.
He speaks: I cannot understand
Myself, why anger grows from grief.
We each put out an empty hand,
Longing for something to forgive.
12. Paragraph 1
The father is unhappy as he does
not understand his own child.
Though they have under the same
roof for years, he knows nothing
about him. But still he wants to
build a relationship with him that
starts from the day when he was
a child.
13. By giving birth to such a child the father
has sown the seed of birth in the land that
did not belong to him. All his pains that he
took up in bringing up the child have gone
waste. They speak like strangers and there
is no sign of any understanding developing
between them. In features and build-up, the
child has grown exactly as the father had
wished him to be. But thing that the son
loves and likes cannot be shared by the
father.
Paragraph 2
14. Paragraph 3
There is no dialogue between the
father and the son . Silence
surrounds them . The father wishes
that his extravagant son would return
home. Instead of going out and
making and controlling his own world ,
it would be better if he return home.
His father is ready to forget and
forgive all the sorrow that he gives to
him.
15. Inspite of all these differences, the father and
the son must live in the same world and on the
same earth. The father cannot understand when
the son speaks to him. Nor can he understand
why his grief is turned into anger. Both of them
are in search of some excuse to forgive each
other. But they cannot help being what they are.
Paragraph 4
16. New-words
None of mine – he has no claim on that land .
In the air – in his attitude .
Its build – shaped .
Prodigal - extravagant .
Grief – deep sorrow .