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John Betjeman/ Analysis
Posted by: -Les- (---.trlck.ca.charter.com)
Date: February 25, 2004 03:22PM

Author: Krisitna Schweigmann (---.dip.t-dialin.net)
Date: 02-25-04 13:37

I have to analyse the poem false security by John Betjeman. About which chIld expereince from John Beltjeman is this poem and what are the most stressing stylistic devices?

Re: John Betjeman/ Analysis
Posted by: -Les- (---.trlck.ca.charter.com)
Date: February 25, 2004 03:29PM

Let's take a look at the poem:

False Security

John Betjeman

I remember the dread with which I at a quarter past four
Let go with a bang behind me our house fron door
And, clutching a present for my dear little hostess tight,
Sailed out for the children's party into the night
Or rather the gathering night. For still some boys
In the near municipal acres were making a noise
Shuffeling in fallen leaves and shouting and whistling
And running past hedges of hawthorn, spiky and bristling.
And black in the oncoming darkness stood out the trees
And pink shone the ponds in the sunset ready to freeze
And all was still and ominous waiting for dark
And the keeper was ringing his closing bell in the park
And the arc lights started to fizzle and burst into mauve
As I climbed West Hill to the great big house in the grove,
Where the children's party was and the dear little hostess.
But halfway up stood the empty house where the ghost is.
I crossed to the other side and under the arc
Made a rush fo rthe next kind lampost out of the dark
And so to the next and the next till I reached the top
Where the grove branched off to the left. Then ready to drop
I ran to the ironwork gateway of number seven
Secure at last on the lamplit fringe of heaven.
Oh who can say how subtle and safe one feels
Shod in ones children's sandals from Daniel Neal's,
Clad in one's party clothes made of stuff from Heal's?
And who can still one's thrill at the candle shine
On cakes and ices and jelly and blackcurrant wine,
And the warm little feel of my hostess's hand in mine?
Can I forget my delight at the conjuring show?
And wasn't I proud that I was the last to go?
Too overexcited and pleased with myself to know
That the words I heard my hostess's mother employ
To a guest departing, would ever diminish my joy,


Re: John Betjeman/ Analysis
Posted by: Linda (---.cache.pol.co.uk)
Date: February 25, 2004 07:02PM

Betjeman is telling of a lower middle class boy invited to an upper middle class party. Working class boys are still playing in the public park, instead of being home. Its only later in life he realises his social gaffs such as staying on too long, and understand the contempt his friend's mother held him in.

There's the childhood experience, I now hand over to someone who understands stylistic devices.

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