As I began to read the poem “My Papa’s Waltz” by Theodore Roethke I could not help but to feel mad at the the person with the smell of whiskey on his breath. But halfway through the story I began to notice that some of the words like “waltzing”, “romped” seemed to contradict my negative reading of the poem. There are two contradicting images that are created by the poem and one can see a negative experience or a fun and enjoyable experience depending on the interpretation. But as I read the new critics interpretation “that connotes Physical control to the point of manipulation and even abuse on the father’s part”, I could not help but disagree because the poem makes sense if you believe that this poem is being described through the eyes of
