Ernest Hemingway's Hills Like White Elephants
I thought this to be more of a short story than a poem. I'm sure that I was supposed to find the imagery and hidden meaning in the piece, however, it was completely lost on me. I didn't understand what the mountains, or the drinks or even the strange names of the people were supposed to represent. I guess this poem/short story went over my head.
I have not read a lot of Hemingway's works, although I have read The Old Man and The Sea and For Whom the Bell Tolls. I usually enjoy his work, however, did not on this occasion.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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