Pale Fire: Illustrated Sports Illustrated Sports Pale Fire Journal | Page 26
They mistake me for a girl, Hazel to be exact, Shade’ s daughter. Her name Hazel Shade gives rise to misconception. Her name reminds others, as well as I, of a hazey shade. Her very name urges people to misconstrued her as someone else, like me. They often tell me that we share certain traits. She too saw a world no one else was aware of. Perhaps it was her fantasy of who she wanted to be? Or she was my fantasy of who I wanted to be. Maybe we are mere reflections of each other? Maybe I was some hazey shade of her, or her some hazy shade of me. She did have a knack for reverting words to her liking:“ pot, top, spider, redips. And powder was red wop”( 45). It’ s easy to confuse her for me because Hazel herself confuses something as simple as words. However, I am not Hazel, and she is not me. Maybe it was the fact that in different parts of our lives we seem as though our appearances have reversed to the opposite gender. The pubescent stage is filled with days of feeling a bit too man-ish( which hazel was often thought to be quite boyish looking) and other days our emotions feel as though we’ ve been turned into a pregnant woman going through the cycles of unbalanced hormones. However, I refuse to solidify my identity as Hazel Shade.
Lines 4-6: They must think me together / Paired with two parts / Like black and white
It seems as those many pairs of people or things make up the contents of my work. And through those pairs people assume many different things. As I am attempting to explain, the way this is written in is purely coincidently, however I do understand how people may suppose me to be homosexual. The way in which that sentence is structured is a bit ambiguous:“ and another boy, another boy” is just a count of the number of boys that will be there, but it can seem as a
They mistake me for a girl, Hazel to be exact, Shade’ s daughter. Her name Hazel Shade gives rise to misconception. Her name reminds others, as well as I, of a hazey shade. Her very name urges people to misconstrued her as someone else, like me. They often tell me that we share certain traits. She too saw a world no one else was aware of. Perhaps it was her fantasy of who she wanted to be? Or she was my fantasy of who I wanted to be. Maybe we are mere reflections of each other? Maybe I was some hazey shade of her, or her some hazy shade of me. She did have a knack for reverting words to her liking:“ pot, top, spider, redips. And powder was red wop”( 45). It’ s easy to confuse her for me because Hazel herself confuses something as simple as words. However, I am not Hazel, and she is not me. Maybe it was the fact that in different parts of our lives we seem as though our appearances have reversed to the opposite gender. The pubescent stage is filled with days of feeling a bit too man-ish( which hazel was often thought to be quite boyish looking) and other days our emotions feel as though we’ ve been turned into a pregnant woman going through the cycles of unbalanced hormones. However, I refuse to solidify my identity as Hazel Shade.
Lines 4-6: They must think me together / Paired with two parts / Like black and white
It seems as those many pairs of people or things make up the contents of my work. And through those pairs people assume many different things. As I am attempting to explain, the way this is written in is purely coincidently, however I do understand how people may suppose me to be homosexual. The way in which that sentence is structured is a bit ambiguous:“ and another boy, another boy” is just a count of the number of boys that will be there, but it can seem as a