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klark's basketball

Page history last edited by knegre 8 years, 11 months ago

Ex-Basketball Player
by John Updike

Pearl Avenue runs past the high-school lot,
Bends with the trolley tracks, and stops, cut off
Before it has a chance to go two blocks,
At Colonel McComsky Plaza. Berth’s Garage
Is on the corner facing west, and there,
Most days, you’ll find Flick Webb, who helps Berth out.

Metaphors

One's nostrils are two S's and his eyes  and E and O. (In stanza 2)

Similes

His hands were like wildbirds (In stanza 3)

Personification

 The ball loved Flick. (In stanza 3)

Rhyme/Free Verse

Once flick played for the high-school team, the wizards.

His hands were like wild birds.(In stanza 3)

 Alliteration

Bends of trlooey tracks, and stops cut off. (In stanza 1)

Meaning of the poem

It means that we should value our good points and not do the opposite way.

 

 

 

 

 

Flick stands tall among the idiot pumps—
Five on a side, the old bubble-head style,
Their rubber elbows hanging loose and low.
One’s nostrils are two S’s, and his eyes
An E and O. And one is squat, without
A head at all—more of a football type.

Once Flick played for the high-school team, the Wizards.
He was good: in fact, the best. In ’46
He bucketed three hundred ninety points,
A county record still. The ball loved Flick.
I saw him rack up thirty-eight or forty
In one home game. His hands were like wild birds.

He never learned a trade, he just sells gas,
Checks oil, and changes flats. Once in a while,
As a gag, he dribbles an inner tube,
But most of us remember anyway.
His hands are fine and nervous on the lug wrench.
It makes no difference to the lug wrench, though.

Off work, he hangs around Mae’s Luncheonette.
Grease-gray and kind of coiled, he plays pinball,
Smokes those thin cigars, nurses lemon phosphates.
Flick seldom says a word to Mae, just nods
Beyond her face toward bright applauding tiers
Of Necco Wafers, Nibs, and Juju Beads.

 

 

 

 

 

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