I am doing a poetry analysis on the poem "In a Mirror" by Marcia Stubbs. I need to know the tone and theme of the poem. Help me please!!
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reflctions of ones soul.  reflections of one self.  reflections of the heart. reflections of our image in today's world. the tone of the poem should be on how you feel when you recite the poem. good luck and hope this helps in some way.
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I'm a big A Perfect Circle fan, those lyrics are full of symbolism.  I would pick something that you personally enjoy and have found meaning to, instead of trying to read symbolism into other's ideas (in other words, turn off yahoo answers and do your homework :)
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Your  English assignment spelling can b checked w/ dictionary or thesarus.  Grammar & Style tips many books & online.   Use one point of view and active or passive voice ( advanced stuff).\n\n    In "I'm Nobody," by Emily Dickinson and "Dusting," by Julia Alvarez, characters struggle with their identities in variety of ways.  In "I'm Nobody," the author expresses how that it is good to be nobody.  For example, "I'm Nobody," is a poem in which she portrays her thoughts on how it is fine with her to lose her identity.  Whereas, the second poem, "Dusting" displays an opposite approach.  In "Dusting," Alvarez writes, "Each morning  I write my name." (Alvarez 1), only to be erased every time after. Every time her name is erased she writes it back again. Her pursuing an identity is illustrated through her desire for an image in society.
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Wow, I love searching for answers on questions like this- this is a tough one!\n\nThis was the ONLY thing I could find, a comment someone wrote...\n\nIt could be a man controlling her life--her father, Wadsworth, Higginson?--but it makes more sense to identify the "He" and "Whom" with god. The belt is some kind of sign of office, the one who puts the belt on the speaker is a "Duke" with "imperial" stature. Once belted, the speaker becomes a member of the elite and ethereal "Cloud." (If you wanted to you could read this a some kind of kinky bondage thing--The Story of E--but that would be inappropriate and less than tactful.)\n\nWith the second eight lines in place, I see the poem as a wry and witty, even slightly rueful, comment on ED's famous reclusivity. There might not have been a train she wouldn't take as it lapped up its miles, but in fact she did take very few, and she did care where they were going!\n\nAnd of course, like most of ED's other poems, you can sing it to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas" or "Amazing Grace," or any other song in psalm meter.\n\nCiarog from United States \n\n\nAlternatively, I guess maybe background on Dickinson's usual themes might help?\n\nEmily Dickinson is such a unique poet that it is very difficult to place her in any single tradition—she seems to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Her poetic form, with her customary four-line stanzas, ABCB rhyme schemes, and alternations in iambic meter between tetrameter and trimeter, is derived from Psalms and Protestant hymns, but Dickinson so thoroughly appropriates the forms—interposing her own long, rhythmic dashes designed to interrupt the meter and indicate short pauses—that the resemblance seems quite faint. Her subjects are often parts of the topography of her own psyche; she explores her own feelings with painstaking and often painful honesty but never loses sight of their universal poetic application; one of her greatest techniques is to write about the particulars of her own emotions in a kind of universal homiletic or adage-like tone (“After great pain, a formal feeling comes”) that seems to describe the reader’s mind as well as it does the poet’s. Dickinson is not a “philosophical poet”; unlike Wordsworth or Yeats, she makes no effort to organize her thoughts and feelings into a coherent, unified worldview. Rather, her poems simply record thoughts and feelings experienced naturally over the course of a lifetime devoted to reflection and creativity: the powerful mind represented in these records is by turns astonishing, compelling, moving, and thought-provoking, and emerges much more vividly than if Dickinson had orchestrated her work according to a preconceived philosophical system.\nOf course, Dickinson’s greatest achievement as a poet of inwardness is her brilliant, diamond-hard language. Dickinson often writes aphoristically, meaning that she compresses a great deal of meaning into a very small number of words. This can make her poems hard to understand on a first reading, but when their meaning does unveil itself, it often explodes in the mind all at once, and lines that seemed baffling can become intensely and unforgettably clear. Other poems—many of her most famous, in fact—are much less difficult to understand, and they exhibit her extraordinary powers of observation and description. Dickinson’s imagination can lead her into very peculiar territory—some of her most famous poems are bizarre death-fantasies and astonishing metaphorical conceits—but she is equally deft in her navigation of the domestic, writing beautiful nature-lyrics alongside her wild flights of imagination and often combining the two with great facility.\n\nTo be perfectly honest, I think your best bet is to borrow a book from the library with criticism...\nAll the best, hope that helps somehow!
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I dont know the poem.  But I think its beautiful.  Seems like an interesting topic, poem.
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Not sure, but you could check out my poems on my yahoo 360 \n\nand post a comment and vote for your favourite!!\n\nOh ok..try the links below as well!!\n\nGood Luck\n\nJimmy
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Well, the biggest piece of irony in the whole poem is the last line!  The writer spends the entire poem talking about unlikely disasters which cause him/her great anxiety while outside the bunker the sun is shining!  Question being raised here is, do you want to spend your life hiding and worrying about things that may never happen, or would you rather be outside enjoying today in the sun?
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"Salty tears run down my face" is a very nice opening. The setting of the street and your melancholy is plain.  The angst of unreturned love is felt.  I thought it was going in the direction of "just one more chance, please baby!" and instead it turned to Passionate Vengeance!!  Very good poem.  I like it.  Good spelling, punctuation, literate.  I also like the line "I relish this feeling filling my chest."  Powerful statement.  :-)
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Look - it's a poem about Persephone - the daughter of Zeus and Demeter. If there's an analysis on the web somewhere, you can find it with a google search. Ultimately though, you should be writing your own analysis, shouldn't you? Unless there is the highly unlikely possibility that your teacher wants you to analyze an analysis.
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I am not an 'expert' on poetry but then, who is? Poetry is a very personal thing. \nAs far as your poem goes, I think it is well formed and obviously well thought out. It seems to describe what a lot of people feel in this day and age, in that we can all take something from previous experiences and it is up to us whether that is positive or negative for us and the others involved. \nI am sure that someone else will see this poem completely differently from me but even if you get negative comments do not let that dissuade you from carrying on writing.
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OK, I'll give it my best shot...\n\n* Who is the speaker or speakers in the poem, and what is the situation?\n\nThe speaker appears to be a military trainee, learning about the names of parts in (bolt, breech, saftey, etc. ) and functions of his rifle.\n\n* What basic contrasts are represented by the trainees and by the gardens?\n\nThere are several:\n"..eloquent gestures, Which in our case we have not got."\nNot much eloquent about cleaning a rifle...\n\n"If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms\nAre fragile and motionless"\nStrength vs fragility\n\n"Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards\nThe early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:\n          They call it easing the Spring"\nTwo different definitions of spring, one in the rifle, one a season.\n\nand more...\n\n* What statement does the poem make about war as it affects men and their lives?\n\nWar is about hard, cold things like rifles and all that goes with war, whereas the gardens represent beauty, silence, peace.\nThe gardens bring out the best in man, wars the worse.\n\nHope this helps!
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well its good that u are putting ur emotions into poetry. its good karthasis.\nthe point of the poem seems to go a little askew in terms of imagery. in one sense u seem to be talking about nobody, then u jump to falling down. the transition isnt subtle enough.\ni also think u need to work on the rhthym of your poem. it's hard to get the right mood when reading it, if u've left this major component in poetry writing out. \nhope u dont get offended, i am simply trying to offer constructive criticism. i'd would have also like to have known, the title of your poem :)
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Here is help from http://www.vsg.edu.au/samples/poetry/npsample.htm\nI will not do your homework, but hope this helps, \n\nExtended Metaphor Poems\n\nRead the following poem:\n \n\nBat\n\nMy son is a bat.\nHis eyes blink when darkness comes.\nHis body stirs with life.\nHis limbs gorge with blood\nas he sets out through the cave of night\nhis roof the stars\nthe moon a big white eye watching.\nAttracted by the false lights\nhe mingles with his batty friends\nweaving in and out of nightclubs\nendless parties\neach other’s places\ntill sensing the sudden ebb\nof darkness\nhe flutters home\na cloaked Dracula\nto the hollow of his room\nwhere he will sleep all day.\n\nIn this poem I’ve compared my son to a bat -- not by using ‘like’ or ‘as’ but saying he is a bat ; where you say one thing is something else [ " the sun is a yellow beach ball " ] you are using a metaphor.\n\nNow when you explore that metaphor -- the ways my son is a bat or the sun a yellow beach ball you are extending the metaphor.\n\nA student I taught wrote this poem about her mother:\n\n        My Mum\n\n        My mum is a general.\n        She stalks through the house\n        telling me what to do.\n        She then sleeps throughout the night.\n        But when she wakes up.....\n        her medals clanking, stars shining\n        & roars us to attention\n        she barks orders as she charges\n        through the house:\n        " Lisa, do the dishes ! "\n        " Lisa, clean your room ! "\n        then crawls back to her bedroom\n        while we, her dutiful soldiers\n        carry out her orders.\n\nTask 1\n\n    * if Lisa truly followed the pattern of Bat what might she have called her poem ?\n    * which title is better ? why do you think ?\n    * what additional thing did Lisa put in her poem that isn’t in Bat ?\n\nNow here is another poem written by a student of mine:\n\n        My Brother\n\n        My brother is a killer whale.\n        He is huge and scary\n        with tatts, long hair & beard.\n        But underneath he is meek\n        spending time in the garden\n        and around the house\n        socialising with the ones\n        he loves\n        giving my cousins rides\n        upon his back.\n        Truly he is more dolphin than killerwhale.\n\nTASK 2\n\n    * where Lisa’s poem added dialogue to the model of Bat what change to the model does Linda make ?\n    * do any of these three poems remind you of anyone ?\n\nTASK 3\n\n    * Now it is your turn to write.\n\n        * Choose someone you know -- a family friend, a relative, a teacher, a student, a celebrity, a cartoon character.\n        * Write down a one line opener.\n        * Then extend the metaphor by describing in what ways your person is like the object you’ve compared them to.\n        * If, for example, your little brother is real timid you might put down:\n          ‘My little brother is a mouse....’\n          then go on to describe how he is timid.\n\nPerhaps you might like to try an extended metaphor poem on an object rather than a person. How might you go about it? The next poem shows you a way:\nBath\n\nA boat-shaped vessel with room\nfor one ; when you\n\nclamber into a bath, you are\ncaptain, crew, passenger\n\nrolled into one --- yet baths\nrequire no special skills\n\nnor do they stand on ceremony ;\nin this they are like\n\nsome beaches -- dress is entirely\noptional ; entering a bath\n\nyou enter a topsy turvy world\nwhere water fills the craft not\n\nsurrounds it -- though baths will\nnever sink ; head back, you\n\nsettle down but are going nowhere---\nbaths have no destinations\n\nnor sails and are permanently in\ndry dock -- yet people\n\nhave been known to drift off\nin baths emerging\n\nrosy skinned and luminous as if\nfresh from a voyage.\nimage359.gif (2786 bytes)\n\nTASK 4\n\n    * choose a common household object or appliance --- a shower would be a good one, or a fridge -- and do an extended metapho
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This poem relates drug use to existantial and philosophical issues, like "whyo is right" and "we're just like the swaying trees".\nAs a previous drug user I can relate to this, I questioned authority and conventional wisdom, and also wondered about the universe, in part to justify and in part enhance my drug use.\nWhether or not these traits are typical would determine the amount of insight your poem contains, but unfortunately I can't answer that question for us.\nI'm drug free now. I feel that a part of my decision has been partly due to internet access - I have the same stimulation and excitement online that I had before "offline" on drugs. Thats not the whole story, but I feel that I've at least taken a strike at the nail (rather than hit it on the head).\nAs have you.\nWell done for writing poetry.\nI hope you continue.\nThankyou.
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The poem itself is a metaphor of BDSM games and contains quite a few implied metaphors, almost one in every line:\n\n- Exquisite is the torment of my soul.\n Torture of a body is real, torture of a soul is metaphor\n\n- Always she brings me to the brink of insanity\n To the brink of a cliff is real\n\n- Yet at the last moment, she pulls me back.\n She pulls \n\n- My darkest fantasies fulfilled through her.\n Darkest fantasies\n\n- The searing pain cauterized by her dark passion.\n Searing pain cauterized\n Dark passion\n\n- Chains and whips her means to my end\n Means to my end\n \n- For like a succubus she is insatiable,\n Metaphor, but not implied\n\n- My bondage is her release.\n Release\n\n- My pain, her pleasure.\n Nothing here\n\n- We are the outlet for each others pain\n Outlet for pain\n\n- Two lost souls intertwining and screaming out in a unified voice\n  Lost souls, souls screaming\n\n- In each other’s darkness, we find peace.\n  Darkness\n\nWho is the author?
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http://www.authorsden.com/categories/poetry.asp?alpha=a&catid=73
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Good use of symbols. I like how line 2 fits with the last two lines, it brings unity to the poem. Towards the end I think I got a little bit of a glimpse of what the poem might be about, but ultimately I feel like the message is hidden from me. It seems the third- and fourth-to-last lines are the culmination of the poem; is it possible to reword some of the earlier lines so as the reader can share what you're feeling when they reach the end?\n\nRegarding parenthesis: as long as you know what they mean then they're fine.