Themes in My Antonia

â€Å"We sat looking off the nation over, watching the sun go down. The wavy grass about us was ablaze at this point. The bark of the oaks turned red as copper. There was a gleam of gold on the earthy colored stream. Out in the stream the sandbars sparkled like glass, and the light trembled in the willow shrubberies as though little blazes were jumping among them. The breeze sank to quietness. In the gorge a ringdove grieved mournfully, and some place off in the shrubs an owl hooted. The young ladies sat drowsy, inclining toward each other.The long fingers of the sun contacted their brows. † (Page 159) My Antonia is one of my preferred books in view of how it is so unmistakable. I love the visuals that Cather includes like when she says â€Å"the bark of the oaks turned red as copper,† on the grounds that you think about that provincial shading and how that is the thing that the bark looks likes as a result of the dusk. Cather utilizes analogies like, â€Å"Out in the stream the sandbars sparkled like glass, and the light trembled in the willow bushes as though little flares were jumping among them. You can truly envision sparkling glass, generally as a matter of fact, and how the little mirrors cast valuable twinkles of light on water, and the little blazes bouncing around the shrubberies illuminating them and going out when they’ve contacted them. Cather likewise utilizes an illustration while depicting the wavy grass by saying that it was ablaze, which is an incredible portrayal of how the light from the dusk influenced the grass, making it look ablaze.She utilizes another analogy while depicting the light from the sun, and calls it â€Å"fingers† which contacted the girls’ temples on the grounds that the beams were long and were as though they were stroking their faces like a hand may do in a caring motion. You can simply observe the last bits of light the sun radiates connecting with handle and impact the last piece of t he Earth that it can before it needs to vanish into the night sky.