Tamara Macareno

Poem:

Egg

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When you kill it at the edge of the pan, you don’t notice
That the egg grows an eye in death.

It is so small, it doesn’t satisfy
Even the most modest morning appetite.

But it already watches, already stares at your world.
What are its horizons, whose glassy-eyed perspectives?

Does it see time, which moves carelessly through space?
Eyeballs, eyeballs, cracked shells, chaos or order?

Big questions for such a little eye at such an early hour.  
And you – do you really want an answer?

When you sit down, eye to eye, behind a table,
You blind it soon enough with a crust of bread.
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/egg
Biographical info:
    

  • Born May 31, 1973
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  • A Slovene poet, writer, editor and literary critic
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  • Won Veronika Award in 1998 for Kašmir
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  • Won Rožanc Award in 2007 for Berlin
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  • His first poetry collection was Šahovnice ur (1995)
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ale%C5%A1_%C5%A0teger



Analysis:



When you crack an egg, it dies. When the egg dies it grows an eye. The speaker wants the reader to see
past the egg. They want the reader to wake up in the morning and be aware of their surroundings.
The author personifies the egg by saying it was killed. The egg is killed "at the edge of the pan." The
author uses a hyperbole by saying the egg grew an eye when it died. The egg "grows an eye" when it
dies. 














































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