I need to write an analysis of her poem. Please help!\n\nTo fight aloud is very brave,\nBut gallanter, I know,\nWho charge within the bosom,\nThe cavalry of woe.\n\nWho win, and nations do not see,\nWho fall, and none observe,\nWhose dying eyes no country\nRegards with patriot love.\n\nWe trust, in plumed procession,\nFor such the angels go,\nRank after rank, with even feet\nAnd uniforms of snow.\n\n\n\nSo i know the first paragraph is talking about how a person is really brave if he keeps a secret insode his heart because its tearing him up inside.\nAnd then I'm pretty much stuck. I have an idea for the second paragraph, but nothing at all for the third.\nMy paper has to do with keeping secrets.\nThanks!
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think about death, hon. the unspoken. those who give their lives. we're so quick to celebrate heroes of war but the fact is there are people hurting, not just those who die but those who are left to mourn them. it's much more difficult to face a broken heart than all the enemies in the world.\n\nif you're focusing on secrets, maybe you could tie that to the grief and pain and suffering that we're not allowed to talk about.\n\nremember, emily dickison spent most of her life depressed and obsessed with misery and death. she actually found happiness in realizing that we're all going to die. it's reality.
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ok i dont really know what this poem means but i can help you figure it out: do a TP CASTT.\nT--Title (read title and nothing more)\nP--Poem Paraphrase (read the poem and paraphrase)\nC--Connotations (find extra meanings in addition to literal meanings)\nA--Attitude/Allusions (how is the poem expressed?/what is historical or subtle about it?)\nS--Symbols (what is symbolic about the poem?)\nT--Tone and THeme (what theme does the tone express and what is the theme--universal)\nT--Title (what does it really mean?)\n\nOr try SIFT method:\nS--Symbols\nI--Imagery\nF--Figures of Speech\nT--Tone/THeme\n\nHope this helps!!!\n~~~Shane Good
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well, if u wrote it, CONGRAGULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, if not i think this is just a ordinary poem, probably written to impress a lady or something. I have a friend who published poems, and this poem would be an B- or 7.5/10 grade, which would not make it to the poem industry. But as I said, this poem has a lot of rich text that is exceptionally enriching. It takes great skill to write that, and that is why we are not all writers.
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You should write one yourself, even if you don't think it's very good, she will think it's really sweet. Check out my blog if you like, I've got a couple of nice ideas on there(you have to sift through the depressing stuff!)
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I love the poem.. made me kinda teary-eyed.\nThen when I read that you had not met the woman that you wrote it about till recently.. it made me sadder yet.\n\nShe will be sad reading it, knowing she just met you.\n\nMaybe she will be happy knowing you love her enough now to write it.\nWell written poem... very kid of you to write it for your mom.\n\nI am wondering if you remember staring at her... if you just met her.\n\nNice poem though.
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Wow, this poem is something else. By that I mean it is really abstract in its language and in its metaphors. I have a guess on it's meaning, but that is merely a guess. This author is using so much personal experience that it is hard for me as a reader to really connect well with what is being said, but here is my hypothesis:\n\nFirst of all, I think the title "Call It Fear" needs to be kept in mind when reading through the entire poem. The structure and the wording is suggestive of a person who is caught in the panic of fear ("call it an ocean of fear of the dark"). So, it can easily be assumed that this poem is analyzing fear and the essence of fear in the human mind.\n\nThe author has this deep fear, a fear of the dark, or possibly a fear of the unknown. The author is not alone however as she has found someone, referred to as Goodluck, who also has the same fear. They have come together to escape the fear, and their only escape has been found in the music that they have found on the radio, the church music that plays on a lot of stations on Sunday mornings. \n\nThere is also a question of the repeated imagery of "a string of shadow horses kicking and pulling me out of my belly." This image is repeated in the first and third stanzas and is linked to anxiety, the butterfly feeling that everyone gets in the pit of their stomach when they are controlled by fear. The idea of "shadow horses" seems to suggest the idea that death is pulling and tugging at the speaker of this poem, and it is the fear of death that drives the speaker to use music to escape the fear.\n\nThis is my guess on the meaning of the poem. . . I hope it proves helpful!
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It's a recounting of the biblical story of Abraham and Isaac.  Here's a really good essay I found that includes a section on Emily Dickinson, and this poem in particular.\n\nhttp://www2.sjsu.edu/depts/english/Warnerabraham.htm\nQuoting, "Dickinson's New England Puritanism images a God of relentless demand--Tyranny, the speaker names Him--and unflinching observation; God is a Mastiff, who can be cajoled by manners and obeisance.  Dickinson, like Powers in "Abraham," identifies Abraham's amazing faith which causes him to act without "a hesitation."  Unlike like Powers' voicing, Dickinson's portrayal is terse and tight.  The condensed wording and the economy achieved through the dashes highlight the silence from Sarah, Isaac, Abraham, and readers who articulate questions that remain unanswered.  Her word is "obeisance," emphasizing the subordinant stance of respectful submission.  Humans, on Dickinson's reading, can only appease this God-ruler with humble acquiesence."
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A friend emailed this to me the other day. I thought it was very touching and a beautiful tribute. Don't know if this helps but maybe someone will like it with Mothers Day coming up soon.\n\n MOTHER\n>\n> This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece please\n> read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in\n> leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure...\n>\n> For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom,\n> this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is\n> even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this.\n>\n> The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is\n> this the long way?" she asked.   And the guide said:  "Yes, and the way is\nhard.\n> And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But\n> the end  will be better than the beginning."\n>\n> But the young mother was happy, and she would not\n> believe that  anything could be better than these years. So she\n> played with her children, and gathered flowers for\n> them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and\n> the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,\n> "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."\n>\n> Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was\n> dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother\n> drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said,\n> "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."\n>\n> And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and\n> the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary.\n> But at all times she said to the children," A little  patience and we are\nthere."\n> So the children climbed, and when they reached the top\n> they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."\n>\n> And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up\n> at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my\n> children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave\nthem courage.\n> Today, I've given them strength."\n>\n> And the next day came strange clouds which darkened\n> the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped\n> and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.\n> " And the children looked and saw above the clouds\n> an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the\n> darkness. And that night the Mother said,\n> "This is the best day of all, for\n> I have shown my children God."\n>\n> And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and\n> the years, and\n> the mother grew old and she was little and bent.\n> But her children were tall and strong, and walked with\n> courage.  And when the way was rough, they lifted her,\n> for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,\n> and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And\n> mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end\n> is better than the beginning, for my children can\n> walk alone, and their children after them."\n>\n> And the children said, "You will always walk with us,\n> Mother, even when you have gone\n> through the gates."\n> And they stood  and  watched her as she went on alone, and the gates\n> closed after her.  And they said: "We cannot see her\n> but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory.  She\n> is a living presence......."\n>\n> Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper\n> of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach\n> in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand\n> on your brow when\n> you're not well. Your Mother lives\n> inside your laughter. And she's
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This poem is really a good poem... Yes it is a good peom... The meaning is not deep but when you want a deeper meeanig then put the words into your life then you will understand the real meaning of the peom\n\nDesiderata \n\nGo placidly amid the noise and haste,\nand remember what peace there may be in silence.\nAs far as possible without surrender\nbe on good terms with all persons.\nSpeak your truth quietly and clearly;\nand listen to others,\neven the dull and the ignorant;\nthey too have their story. \n\nAvoid loud and aggressive persons,\nthey are vexations to the spirit.\nIf you compare yourself with others,\nyou may become vain and bitter;\nfor always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.\nEnjoy your achievements as well as your plans. \n\n\nKeep interested in your own career, however humble;\nit is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.\nExercise caution in your business affairs;\nfor the world is full of trickery.\nBut let this not blind you to what virtue there is;\nmany persons strive for high ideals;\nand everywhere life is full of heroism. \n\n\nBe yourself.\nEspecially, do not feign affection.\nNeither be cynical about love;\nfor in the face of all aridity and disenchantment\nit is as perennial as the grass. \n\n\nTake kindly the counsel of the years,\ngracefully surrendering the things of youth.\nNurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.\nBut do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.\nMany fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.\nBeyond a wholesome discipline,\nbe gentle with yourself. \n\n\nYou are a child of the universe,\nno less than the trees and the stars;\nyou have a right to be here.\nAnd whether or not it is clear to you,\nno doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. \n\n\nTherefore be at peace with God,\nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. \n\n\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. \n\n\nMax Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952
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I loved this one...It's a very sweet poem about showing someone a reason not to take their own life .... Truly,Heart warming!!!! And I should know..I'm a  published Poet...It shows warmth and tenderness....It also lets me see inside your heart.And I see a warm,loving person..\n~hugs~
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Hiya.  Here's one of my own.  It's depressing, but happiness wasn't a prerequisit.  (By the way, you forgot the "Unstressed/stressed" syllable pattern!)\n\n"Sonnet of Mourning" by Sine Nomine\n\nIt pained me to see others sorely pained;\nLove bade me eagerly to take their stead,\nAnd were I thousand miles away, I strained\nTo loose the tie of anguish, loss and dread.\nNow as I sleep, please know I love you still.\nThough wordless glory crowns my aching heart,\nI'll never sleep and dare to dream until\nYou let me leave and to sweet Grace depart.\n\nDo not weigh down my restful mind with guilt\nThrough heavy tears and lasting mourning sighs,\nFor Heaven's like a finished patchwork quilt\nWith all God's blesséd knots securely tied.\n\nPlease hear my plead and let your crying cease.\nAs I love you, now let me be at peace.
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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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There don't seem to be any actual "quotes" from the Empress, only remembered comments and her writings.  \n\n"I cannot yet realize that I am married.  It seems like being on a visit."\n\n"I feel myself completely alone.  I weep and I worry all day long because I feel that my husband is so young and inexperienced... I am alone most of the time.  My husband is occupied all day and he spends his evenings with his mother." \n\n"How contented and happy I am with my beloved Nicky."\n\nShe wrote his Nicholas's diary: "Half a year now that we are married.  How intensely happy you have made ...[me] you cannot think."\n\nLater, when she began to rely on Rasputin for the healing of her son, portions of her letters to the holy man became the basic incriminating documents for the charge that she was his lover.  This was most damning:\n\n"My beloved, unforgettable teacher, redeemer and mentor!  How tiresome it is without you!  My soul is quiet and I relax only when you, my teacher, are sitting beside me.  I kiss your hands and lean my head on your blessed shoulder.  Oh how light, how light do I feel then.  I only wish one thing: to fall asleep, to fall asleep, forever on your shoulders and in your arms.  What happiness to feel your presence near me.  Where are you?  Where have you gone?  Oh, I am so sad and my heart is longing...  Will you soon be again close to me?  Come quickly, I am waiting for you and I am tormenting myself for you.  I am asking for your holy blessing and I am kissing your blessed hands.  I love you forever.       Yours, M. [Mama]"\n\nAt Ekaterinburg, the Empress dictated a letter to her daughters telling them to "dispose of the medicines as had been agreed."  This was a code worked out by the royal family beforehand meaning that they should dispose of their jewels.\n\nI suggest you read "Nicholas and Alexandra" by Robert K Massie; it is extremely readable, and there are plenty of others you could try - perhaps memoirs from the people who were close to them, especially in the last year, and who survived.
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Better yet, why don't you try reading them yourself and offering your own insights. If you keep relying on websites to do the work for you, you will NEVER learn how to analyze a poem or story yourself!!\n\nBy the way, your teacher is to be commended for having you read some excellent literature and by doing so requiring you to THINK!! Don't disappoint him or her. Do the work yourself!!
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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.
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I hope you can take constuctive criticism. I think you're thoughts are good but it's too Rhymie. It's more like a limerick than a poem. And I personally don't like that 3rd line, "People near me makes my fun." I don't understand that.\n\nSorry for the honesty!
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I had to write a poem - yes, I know\nThe problem is I have no talent, though\nI think a lot and hope I'll find a way\nto tell you how I feel...'cause I obey. \n\nLike any human creature, I was told:\n"To share emotions, you have to be bold, \nTo look in other's eyes and speak up right\nabout anything you ...dreamt at night!" \n\nI wish I could find better words to share\nWarm messages about you would care, \nTo teach you some important lesson now\nI wish I had the power to know how. \n\nTo speak about love, and family\nAbout kids and play - yes, I agree\nAbout war and soldiers - so much fear\nAbout weapons, killing - one more tear. \n\nI wish I had a potion or a charm\nProtecting all Americans of any harm\nIf we had dreamt about all that's bad\nthen waking up won't make anyone sad!\n\nI thank you all for listening my work\nI really wish you won't feel I did wrong,\nI hope you all have a great day\nAnd to wirte poems in a better way!