Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, Show
Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view, Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press to trudge, Where errors were not lessened (all may judg). At thy return my blushing was not small, My rambling brat (in print) should mother call, I cast
thee by as one unfit for light, Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight; Yet being mine own, at length affection would Thy blemishes amend, if so I could: I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw. I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet, Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet; In better dress to trim thee was my mind, But nought save
home-spun Cloth, i’ th’ house I find. In this array ’mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam. In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come; And take thy way where yet thou art not known, If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none: And for thy Mother, she alas is poor, Which caus’d her thus to send thee out of door.
"The Author to Her Book" was written in the mid-1600s by the Puritan poet Anne Bradstreet, after she and her family had emigrated from England to America. In the poem, Bradstreet explores her own feelings towards her one published collection of poetry, The Tenth Muse, Lately Sprung Up in America, which was supposedly published without her knowledge (though some critics cast doubt on this story). The poem expresses doubt and disappointment about her work from start to finish. This is achieved through an extended metaphor that characterizes the book as the "ill-form'd offspring" of the author's "feeble brain." The Full Text of “The Author to Her Book”1Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, 2Who after birth didst by my side remain, 3Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, 4Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view, 5Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press to trudge, 6Where errors were not lessened (all may judg). 7At thy return my blushing was not small, 8My rambling brat (in print) should mother call, 9I cast thee by as one unfit for light, 10Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight; 11Yet being mine own, at length affection would 12Thy blemishes amend, if so I could: 13I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw, 14And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw. 15I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet, 16Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet; 17In better dress to trim thee was my mind, 18But nought save home-spun Cloth, i’ th’ house I find. 19In this array ’mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam. 20In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come; 21And take thy way where yet thou art not known, 22If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none: 23And for thy Mother, she alas is poor, 24Which caus’d her thus to send thee out of door. The Full Text of “The Author to Her Book”1Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, 2Who after birth didst by my side remain, 3Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, 4Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view, 5Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press to trudge, 6Where errors were not lessened (all may judg). 7At thy return my blushing was not small, 8My rambling brat (in print) should mother call, 9I cast thee by as one unfit for light, 10Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight; 11Yet being mine own, at length affection would 12Thy blemishes amend, if so I could: 13I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw, 14And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw. 15I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet, 16Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet; 17In better dress to trim thee was my mind, 18But nought save home-spun Cloth, i’ th’ house I find. 19In this array ’mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam. 20In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come; 21And take thy way where yet thou art not known, 22If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none: 23And for thy Mother, she alas is poor, 24Which caus’d her thus to send thee out of door.
What is the author to her book by Anne Bradstreet about?'The Author to Her Book' is a poem that deals with the question of authorial agency, or the amount of control that an author has over his or her writing. Bradstreet clearly has a strong attachment to her work, so much so that she refers to it as a child to which she's given birth.
What is the main idea of the author to her book?The most important theme of the poem is motherhood. It is a different kind of motherhood. Here the poet is the mother and the book in the poem acts as her baby. The poet focuses on the relationship between a mother and her child in an innovative manner.
What type of poem is the author to her book?"The Author to Her Book" is an autobiographical poem in which Bradstreet reflects on the 1650 publication of her collection, The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America.
What does Bradstreet compare her poems to in the author to her book?In summary, she calls likens the book to a child or 'offspring', produced by her weak brain. Her poems were 'snatched' from her and taken away to be published without her consent, like somebody kidnapping her child.
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