They were masculine toys. They were tall wishes. They were the ribs of the modern world.'- Rita Dove (b. 1952), U.S. poet and fiction writer. quot;Silos,quot; last paragraph of the prose poem (1989).
What kind of silo is she talking about? If they are storing feed for livestock, think about the place of agriculture in the economy. What kinds of hopes and wishes does a family farm stand for? But I can't quite see the idea of masculine toys in that context, so the next question is: Are they missile silos? Think about how nuclear weapons shaped the modern world. Think about capitalist and communist wishes for the world. In that context, the toys make sense. It's pretty common to talk about machines, esp. cars, guns, etc. as toys for men. The only difference between men and boys is the size and expense of their toys. Checking against the poem, it is probably farm silos - they're the ones that smell, that look like fat chalk or pan pipes - but the use of martial hints at the alternative. This is a really ambivalent poem. Just jazz around with what you think the images imply. Silos Like martial swans in spring paraded against the city sky’s shabby blue, they were always too white and suddenly there. They were never fingers, never xylophones, although once a stranger said they put him in mind of Pan’s pipes and all the lost songs of Greece. But to the townspeople they were like cigarettes, the smell chewy and bitter like a field shorn of milkweed, or beer brewing, or a fingernail scorched over a flame. No, no, exclaimed the children. They’re a fresh packet of chalk, dreading math work. They were masculine toys. They were tall wishes. They were the ribs of the modern world.*
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