'Freedom in The Story of An Hour'

'Kate Chopins The report card of An minute is a lilliputian story in which the title refers to the union of time in which the protagonist, Louise mallard, is told that her conserve has died in a pressure disaster and similarly finds expose that he is alive after(prenominal) all. Mrs. mallard seems to guard mixed palpateings about her husbands death; at first feeling sorrowful and grieving, however then she begins to feel a real liberation. In The Story of An Hour, Chopin uses symbolism, resourcefulness and badinage to portray a womans reactions to the death of her husband signifying the problems in her marriage.\nThe windowpane in Mrs. Mallards path is symbolic of the exemption that she wishes to have. After the countersign of her husbands death, Louise grieves as well-nigh people do and weeps uncontrollably. Once she is finished weeping she closes herself up in her room, allowing no single to enter, and sits cladding the on the loose(p) window. done the ope n window she sees patches of blasphemous cant that peek through clouds that had met and piled one in a higher place the other (Chopin par.6). The blue flip symbolizes her rising future - a future of freedom, piece the dense clouds represent her regression. Chopin uses this symbolism/ mental imagery to represent Louise Mallards impertinent emotions of grief and apprehend for freedom.\nIn carve up eight where the storyteller describes Mrs. Mallard, she is described as young still shows signs of repression with a outlying(prenominal) forth scan. The imagery of the dull stare in her eyes, whose look was fixed international off yon on one of those patches of blue sky shows readers that Mrs. Mallard is not staring out the window blankly because she is mourning, but because she is hoping and regard for freedom. When Josephine, her sister, begs her to open the inlet for fear of Louise fashioning herself ill, Louise tells her to go away and the narrator explains that she wasnt making herself ill. She was actually drinking in a in truth elixir of heart through that open window (Chopin par.18)... '