He asks some usual questions from him that has nothing to do with his current role of driving. Suddenly, the train of his thoughts gets derailed by the knock of an officer who stops to investigate. He feels as if he is back in time when he first listened to Doris’s song. He talks about the song that it came out in 73 but the speaker failed to comprehend its semantic significance until 76. it begins when the speaker is driving through the black mountain and listening to a song. “Que Sera Sera” As a Representative of Life: This poem is an expression of Joy.It also illustrates how some memories of his past revives him, and the memories play important role in each life. The poem speaks about the speaker’s encounter with police while driving through the Black Mountain of North California. Que Sera Sera is a narrative poem about the speaker’s journey and overcoming bullies. Popularity of “Que Sera Sera”: This poem was written by Van Jordan, one of the famous American poets.Meaning day as he swaggers back to his car,Īnd the color of the day and the face behind sunglassesĪnd the hands on his hips you’ll always rememberĪnd try to remember the rust caught in Sly’s throat. He keeps safe, and he says Have a Good One, To assure you, know, that this has nothing to do with race, Of your childhood as he takes a step back Of fresh mowed grass and gasoline and sweat It’s rust you need to remember: the smellĪnd the patina on wrought-iron railings on your front porch When the cop asks, What kind of work you do? The Flip Wilson Show or Sanford and Son and it’s time for bed. Ten minutes to get home before you eat and watch You got about ten minutes before she comes back outĪnd embarrasses you in front of your friends The same thing and the sky is rust so you know Who’s outside or who owns the dog and then the skyĪnd someone’s mother, must be yours, saysĪnd then everybody else’s mother comes out and says Or neighborhood dogs bite those not from your neighborhoodĪnd someone with some sense says Down, Boy, Rust-not too red, not too orange-not fire or overnightĬhange in which children play till they tire You’re putting your hands together you’re on your feet-īecause you recognize a sound, like a light, Recognize the tune and before you know it, To the Chief of Police, to give him somethingĪs I try to recall the light in Doris Day’s versionīut then you get back to the hook, you suddenly This has nothing to do with driving a car.īut, instead, I tell myself to write a letter I’m here, in his town, with my Yankee tags. To Sly and his Family covering Doris’s hit, The Bicentennial, I got my first kiss that year, In my car, driving through Black Mountain,
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