So, in this poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson the protagonist's name is Miniver. Miniver Cheevy wishes he was born in a different time, and wastes the life he HAS thinking wishfully. I think this guy should get over it and try to make the best of his situation. I'm not saying he can't like the medieval ages, knights are cool and stuff, but hey you're alive now; take advantage of that. By showing us a character who resents ever being born, Robinson may be trying to get us to appreciate the life we have now. I agree, you can't take yourself back in time, wake up buddy.
No comments:
Post a Comment