“Those kids, she said, not looking up from her ironing. “Your son and his friends stole Sally’s keys and now they won’t give them back unless she kisses them and right now they’re making her kiss them, I said all out of breath from the three flights of stairs. She was sprinkling water on them from an empty pop bottle and smoking a cigarette.
“Sally went behind that old blue pickup to kiss the boys and get her keys back, and I ran up three flights of stairs to where Tito lived. Four who reach and do not forget to reach. When there is nothing left to look at on this street. “When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at trees. Keep, keep, keep, trees say when I sleep. “Let one forget his reason for being, they’d all droop like tulips in a glass, each with their arms around the other. They grow up and they grow down and grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger. They send ferocious roots beneath the ground. From our room we can hear them, but Nenny just sleeps and doesn’t appreciate these things. Four raggedy excuses planted by the city. Four who do not belong here but are here. Four skinny trees with skinny necks and pointy elbows like mine. “They are the only ones who understand me. O’Malley, “A Ride Down Mango Street,” The English Journal, December 1997. This is exactly how the narrative style of Mango Street works.” We hope to express significant meaning and feeling through our words we want our poems to make people think’. In speaking of poetry, Georgia Heard pointed out that ‘beautiful music and rhythm alone do not make a poem.
“Cisneros’ writing is poetry, and her characters speak a kind of poetic dialogue that I haven’t heard since Shakespeare moved out of the hood. Even when I finally put the book back on my shelf, I just couldn’t get that voice out of my head. Suddenly, Cisneros’ narrator, Esperanza, jumped out from somewhere between the pages, grabbed me tight, shook me hard, and wouldn’t let go. I read the whole book in two hours and had to read it again.
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