Paul-Helge Haugen's Poem

As I read this poem on a very beautiful Sunday, I was reminded of Ellis Island during immigration times and then The Jungle, a book about the horrible poverty one immigrant had to face. This whole month and year I will be having a mental argument about the origin and resolvability of poverty, so whoever happens to be reading this should strike up a conversation with me anytime. Polarizing my thoughts with others is one of the main ways I personally evolve my belief system. But anyway, here is how I felt about Home from America. With Haugen's diction I really can see that when immigrants return home from their living in America, there is an almost recognizable American identity that developed after coming to America. Haugen describes his relatives as odd looking and having weird accents where they speak their r's very oddly. His syntax is very effective to a point where I can visualize him telling me this while he sits in an armchair, smoking fine tobacco out of a handed down pipe. His imagery really caught my attention as well, where he says things like "they wore suits    with thick shoulder pads," and "when they looked at us    their glance was foreign." He writes in an odd dactylic teremeter fashion that makes reading all the more entertaining. Oh, the struggles they must have faced, as I could never know their true sorrow.