Themes in My Antonia

We sat looking off crossways the country, watching the sun go down. The curly grass about us was on fire now. The scramble of the oaks turned red as copper. There was a shimmer of gold on the brown river. aside in the waterway the sandbars glittered like glass, and the accrue trembled in the willow thickets as if little flames were leaping among them. The line sank to stillness. In the ravine a ringdove mourned plaintively, and somewhere off in the bushes an owl hooted. The girls sat listless, leaning against all(prenominal) other.The long fingers of the sun touched their foreheads. (Page 159) My Antonia is one of my favorite books because of how it is so descriptive. I love the visuals that Cather adds like when she says the skin of the oaks turned red as copper, because you think of that rustic color and how that is what the bark looks likes because of the sunset. Cather uses similes like, Out in the stream the sandbars glittered like glass, and the light trembled in the w illow thickets as if little flames were leaping among them. You can really count on glittering glass, mostly from experience, and how the little mirrors cast precious twinkles of light on water, and the little flames jumping approximately the thickets casting a brilliant light on them and going out as soon as theyve touched them. Cather also uses a metaphor when describing the curly grass by saying that it was on fire, which is a great description of how the light from the sunset affected the grass, making it look ablaze.She uses another metaphor when describing the light from the sun, and calls it fingers which touched the girls foreheads because the rays were long and were as if they were caressing their faces like a hand might do in a loving gesture. You can just see the last bits of light the sun gives off reaching out to grasp and influence the last part of the Earth that it can before it has to disappear into the nighttime sky.