William Faulkner’s “A Rose for Emily” is a short story set in Jefferson, the Southern part of the US, about the life of a mysterious woman, Emily Grierson.
A ‘Rose’ is a symbol of love and apology, and are used at funerals. I think that Emily were loved by her father, Mr Grierson, the most. But the way he expresses his love was not good. Forcing her to follow the way he thought was appropriate, he ruined her life and he passed away leaving one daughter alone. Thus I think that Mr Grierson should be the one handing “a rose for Emily”.
I’ll write a short story from the point of view of another member of the deputation. I’ll let him find a rose that drawn in the portrait of Miss Emily’s father which embodies his pain, guilt, and feelings of regret for what he had done to Emily. By imaginatively participating in the presentation of the rose from her father to Emily, readers will gain a deeper understanding of the title of this short tale.
A ‘Rose’ is a symbol of love and apology, and are used at funerals. I think that Emily were loved by her father, Mr Grierson, the most. But the way he expresses his love was not good. Forcing her to follow the way he thought was appropriate, he ruined her life and he passed away leaving one daughter alone. Thus I think that Mr Grierson should be the one handing “a rose for Emily”.
I’ll write a short story from the point of view of another member of the deputation. I’ll let him find a rose that drawn in the portrait of Miss Emily’s father which embodies his pain, guilt, and feelings of regret for what he had done to Emily. By imaginatively participating in the presentation of the rose from her father to Emily, readers will gain a deeper understanding of the title of this short tale.
I knew there was something hidden, something mysterious, and something that I wanted in these boring cyclical days I wasspending away, was in this house.
Stepping into the parlor of Miss.Emily’s house with a deputation, I was not surprisedanymore that Miss Emily has not been paying any taxes, because she has got nothing in her house. A leather-covered sofa wasthe first thing I saw in her house,which seemed so solitarysince the hall was too large. The leather was cracked and the scent totally gone. The pungent odor of putrefaction clung to everything in her house, even the air.
Everything was exceedingly dusty. Dust was the only live object in her house. Over the furniturefaint dust toldhow long a time hadflown past after her father’s death.I found thepastel portrait of a man which was half covered with velvet curtain before the fireplace. I had never seen her father, but the man seemed like Miss Emily’s Father.
Miss Emily came into the parlor from the other door and glanced at us.Posed in front of the door,she was standing as we were. She did not move or fidget. After a while, the tax collectors started talking to her about her taxes.
Miss Emily’s father was portrayed powerfully,standing with his hands on his hip. It reminded me of how people were gossiping about him too, who according to themwas dominating his whole family. I looked into the portrait closely.
The crayon portrait of Miss Emily’s father was marginal at best. It had a rough touch, and I could see many compromising moves by the artist in the work. The background was a mere white wall, which made the portrait look empty. He wore a doublet of a rich crimson color of tight, and stiffened with rigid padding.
In the lower right hand corner, there was a rose. The rose was unexpectedly placed there. I wondered why painter had decided to draw a deep rose here. It stands out against the white plain background.
Apart from the rose, no of the part of his painting was fussed over with details but his eyes.Looking at his blue pleading eyes, I somehow got the feeling of sadness and powerlessness.
Stepping into the parlor of Miss.Emily’s house with a deputation, I was not surprisedanymore that Miss Emily has not been paying any taxes, because she has got nothing in her house. A leather-covered sofa wasthe first thing I saw in her house,which seemed so solitarysince the hall was too large. The leather was cracked and the scent totally gone. The pungent odor of putrefaction clung to everything in her house, even the air.
Everything was exceedingly dusty. Dust was the only live object in her house. Over the furniturefaint dust toldhow long a time hadflown past after her father’s death.I found thepastel portrait of a man which was half covered with velvet curtain before the fireplace. I had never seen her father, but the man seemed like Miss Emily’s Father.
Miss Emily came into the parlor from the other door and glanced at us.Posed in front of the door,she was standing as we were. She did not move or fidget. After a while, the tax collectors started talking to her about her taxes.
Miss Emily’s father was portrayed powerfully,standing with his hands on his hip. It reminded me of how people were gossiping about him too, who according to themwas dominating his whole family. I looked into the portrait closely.
The crayon portrait of Miss Emily’s father was marginal at best. It had a rough touch, and I could see many compromising moves by the artist in the work. The background was a mere white wall, which made the portrait look empty. He wore a doublet of a rich crimson color of tight, and stiffened with rigid padding.
In the lower right hand corner, there was a rose. The rose was unexpectedly placed there. I wondered why painter had decided to draw a deep rose here. It stands out against the white plain background.
Apart from the rose, no of the part of his painting was fussed over with details but his eyes.Looking at his blue pleading eyes, I somehow got the feeling of sadness and powerlessness.