‘This Room’ by Imtiaz Dharker. What do we associate with rooms?. What could the room be a metaphor for?. What does this image remind you of?. This room is breaking out of itself, cracking through its own walls in search of space, light, empty air.
What could the room be a metaphor for?
What does this image remind you of?
This room is breaking out
of itself, cracking through
its own walls
in search of space, light,
Does the poet see the room as a positive or negative thing?
What is it called when an object is given human characteristics?
The room could be a metaphor for culture. Cultures are often associated with national boundaries.
Language, religion, race, social customs etc can form invisible walls keeping others from understanding what happens in the ‘room’.
The bed is lifting out of
From dark corners, chairs
are rising up to crash through clouds.
Is the movement into light or darkness?
to be alive:
when the daily furniture of our lives
stirs, when the improbable arrives.
Pots and pans bang together
in celebration, clang
Past the crowd of garlic, onions, spices,
Fly by the ceiling fan.
No one is looking for the door.
Could the furniture be the beliefs or everyday objects that clutter our lives?
What is our daily furniture?
Movement gathers pace.
What tense is used? Why?
Why is ‘no one looking for the door’? What does that usually mean?
Are there any words that rhyme? Can you spot any onomatopoeia?
We are not told what is precisely happening, only that it is something unforeseen and unlikely (improbable) – so the reader can only speculate about what is bringing about this transformation.
I’m wondering where
I’ve left my feet, and why
My hands are outside, clapping.
What does this suggest?
Speaker left wondering what it means to be swept up in excitement.
One's sense of self is also confused - we say sometimes that we are all over the place, and the poet depicts this literally, as well - she cannot find her feet (a common metaphor for gaining a sense of purpose or certainty) and realizes that her hands are not even in the same room - and have taken on a life of their own, applauding.
Could the poem be about the excitement of moments when things change? At these moments our surroundings seem to share our excitement – or it’s as if they do. We do not know the cause of this joyful explosion, but it seems to be bound up with personal happiness and fulfilment - it might be romantic love, but it could be other things: maternity, a new job, artistic achievement, almost anything that is genuinely and profoundly life-changing.