what do you think about the poems "Porphyria's lover" and "My Last Duchess?"?
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i dunno bout poriphiyas lover but my last duchess is WAY too long, if that comes up in my exams im in big trouble, however it is really simple to understand whats going on in it
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poems of different country(epics) man i need to pay attention in Reading Class a little more
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I haven't studied this poem, but I don't see it as a love poem from a man to a woman.  It seems to me more like he is taken with awe at the touch of a baby.  At the same time, "somewhere i have never travelled..." seems to suggest death.  \n\nMaybe it is my mood, but I can find in this an understanding of how close to death we walk as living beings.  Almost flirting with death.  The rose opens.  The rose closes.\n\n"or if your wish be to close me, i and\nmy life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,\nas when the heart of this flower imagines\nthe snow carefully everywhere descending;"\n\nIt doesn't feel like a love poem, although it might be.  If your teacher is asking you to view it as such, then you should completely ignore this answer.  He/she knows MUCH more about it than I do.  If you are asked to look at the poem and gather your own opinion, I would suggest looking at the poem as a metaphor about the fragility of life.
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Hmm, which poems are they, out of curiousity? Feel free to email them to me and I may be able to write you back their explanations. I have always enjoyed the study of poetry.\n\nOr, try searching Yahoo or Google for the poem titles and explanations - like "Death Be Not Proud explanation." Also, try out wikipedia.org. Many poems are listed on that encyclopedic site (along with many other things), and you should have no trouble finding the poems on there and their meanings.\n\nBest of luck to you. :)
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You mean poetry I assume?\n\nWell, I would think that the most famous would be Shakespeare's sonnets, The sonnets of the portugease, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and Ovid (can't remember the title of the book), Also there is the Rubiat of Omar Khiam (not sure on spelling). A Book called Best Loved Poems of the American People has a large chapter of some more famous love poems or odes. \n\nGo to your library and check out the poetry section also try the link below\n\nOne of my favorites, for its simplicity, is this one from Leigh Hunt\n\nJenny kissed me when we met,\nJumping from the chair she sat in;\nTime, you thief, who love to get\nSweets into your list, put that in!\nSay I'm weary, say I'm sad,\nSay that health and wealth have missed me,\nSay I'm growing old, but add,\nJenny kissed me.
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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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I think it is good because it is graphic, shows details that can be visualized and which belong to each other; the only jarring element is 'the innermost part of our souls' because there you have left your own pictures and, although not deliberately, used a cliché.\nYour poem is much better than the one that follows oin one of the answers - by far.
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All of your poems make me want to cry! They are so beautiful, and Ashley would be proud of you and would love you soooo much if she were here to read them! You are such a loving soul, and Ashley was a very lucky girl to have ever had you in her life!!!
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I agree that <http://www.100words.net/entry/read_member_batch.cfm?entry_member=Laura%20A%20Hill&entry_batch=November&entry_year=2003> is the only site that talks about this poem.  Don't try pinkmonkey.com and the other sites.  I couldn't find the poem comments in their results.
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Wow, I just got done reading that poem. He is a great poet. \n\nThis is what I think he is saying in his poem. He talks about his "thirtieth year to heaven" his birthday, and the child. Turning 30 is kinda traumatic. He woke up to a beautiful day, decided to take a walk, soaking in nature and his home, everything that is familiar to him. It reminded him of a birthday in his childhood. Beautiful... then suddenly changing to gray fog and rain. He is and never will be that child again though that child is still alive inside him, knowing that he was happy then, missing that time of his life, knowing that time is always shoving you forward always closer and closer to death. But then at the end he can remember that he is lucky to be alive, though the sadness is still tainting him.\n\nThat's just my idea.
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Poe wrote this poem in the autograph album of Lucy Holmes, later Lucy Holmes Balderston. Initially, Ingram rejected the poem, but later admitted it to his edition of Poe's Works. In interpreting the manuscript, Ingram made a number of changes in punctuation, mostly replacing dashes with commas, semicolons or periods.] \n\nI find lines 1-8 to be a statement of remorseful acceptance in his adult life of his inability to appreciate "the sunny side of life" as most others claim to do. \nThe words "I could not awaken" would indicate his failed attempts to do so.\nIn his adult life, he accepts his perceived great "difference" from others; he is not referring to the everyday differences which make us all unique but rather, a chasm which separates him. \nThe remaining lines are a retrospective view of his early life, beginning when he first realized that he had a fascination with the morose and morbid.\n\nThen- in my childhood, in the dawn\nOf a most stormy life- was drawn\nFrom every depth of good and ill\nThe mystery which binds me still\n\nThe "mystery" is simply put, his "darkness".\n\nThe remaining lines build to the climax of the poem, which I feel is the last line.\n\n"From the torrent, or the fountain" tells us he sees darkness in both good and "bad" things equally. "From the red cliff of the mountain" paints a sanguine picture of foreboding power, "From the sun that round me rolled, In its autumn tint of gold" paints a picture of the fall, a time of impending death before the cold of winter - it's no coincidence that Halloween is celebrated then. "From the lightning in the sky" introduces the climax, \n\n"From the thunder and the storm,\nAnd the cloud that took the form\n(When the rest of Heaven was blue)\nOf a demon in my view."\n\nIn the final two line, he illustrates fully his propensity to find the morbid in even the most beautiful of things where others do not, and brings us full circle to the beginning of the poem.\n\nI feel the word demon is perhaps the most important in the entire poem. It indicates the level of his darkness of vision, and gives scale to the chasm that he feels separates him from others.
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This is 19 lines, but it is a great poem and a fantastic oral presentation!  Good luck!\n\n \nDylan Thomas. Funny-looking chap, but chicks dug him. \nDo not go gentle into that good night,\nOld age should burn and rave at close of day; \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nThough wise men at their end know dark is right, \nBecause their words had forked no lightning they \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGood men, the last wave by, crying how bright \nTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nWild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, \nAnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGrave men, near death, who see with blinding sight \nBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nAnd you, my father, there on the sad height, \nCurse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nDylan Thomas, 1951 or 1952 \n\n\nA Villanelle is a 19-line poem consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes, with the first and third lines of the first tercet repeated alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain. The word is French, derived from Italian villanella, the feminine of villanello, rustic; from villano, peasant; from Vulgar Latin villanus; from Latin villa, a country house. \n\n"Addressed to the poet's father as he approached blindness and death. The relevant aspect of the relationship was Thomas's profound respect for his father's uncompromising independence of mind, now tamed by illness. In the face of strong emotion, the poet sets himself the task of mastering it in the difficult form of the villanelle. Five tercets are followed by a quatrain, with the first and last line of the stanza repeated alternately as the last line of the subsequent stanzas and gathered into a couplet at the end of the quatrain. And all this on only two rhymes. Thomas further compounds his difficulty by having each line contain 10 syllables".
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Pablo Neruda' love poems can melt pages (if you can read Spanish. Sometimes the translators don't get it right).\n\n Personal fave Edgar Allan Poe's Eleonora.
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Choose from those in 'The Penguin Book of First World War Poetry' - not only English but Russian, French, German, Italian, American. Please remember these people were also involved in the wars! Personal favourites? 'Dulce et decorum est', Wilfred Owen - grandfather was a gas attack victim: 'The Kite', Aleksander Blok - 12 lines that could change your perception of warfare (first heard at a comrade's funeral!). Also, 'Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep', Anonymous - I served!
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I think that they should be read. Granted, yes, some of the scenes are a bit "racy" but they are great works of literature. But they are accurate as far as human actions go (though Romeo and Juliet were just stupid in my opinion) Anyone who has not read any Shakespeare will be missing out. He was a uniquely clever genius of comedic relief, irony, and double meanings.
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Here are two very good articles.  Be sure to quote your sources!\n\n"Another poem of hers that I love, "The Soul has Bandaged moments," concludes, referring to moments too horrible and personal to tell to just anybody, "These, are not brayed of Tongue." Perhaps the meaning is: "These ought not to be brayed of tongue," given that in a number of poems she seems to do just that. For a poet to conceive images and phrases that can be said to "bray," which are equivalents of the harsh, grating, dissonant sounds made by donkeys, in order to say what is too terrible to be said, would be like a singer attempting sounds the human voice cannot make without risk to itself and could possibly damage the psyche permanently."\n\n\n------------------------\n"Many of human experiences can fit well into Emily Dickinson's poem. Living a life as rich and colorful in its spiritual detail and as desperately sensitive to meaning and context, it was as quiet in its conduct as it was unremarkable in its demographics. She lived in Amherst, Massachusetts and composed a great deal of terse poetry, dense with metaphor about the human experience, and about coping and managing in the loneliness of her isolation. \nThere are two internal figures here, one godly one demonic, vying to conquer the soul. She is not only bandaged because of some hurtful wound but also bandaged as enslaved or caught up in the pain. A classic battle between good an evil. She begins the first stanza from within herself frightened by her fear, then imagines her fear personified in the second verse as some entity that has taken her captive; the self is numb to itself. By the third stanza, as she does so brilliantly well, she uses nature as metaphor in her landsacpe with a happy moment of escape; the 'bee who swings upon the hours' Emily collects the 'fuzz ordained' only to be caught again by shackling and stapled fears in the fifth stanza. A wonderful contrast of the human condition; a way of putting two elements side by side using one to highlight the other then finally she sums it all up with a compressed, hard, and blazingly vivid stanza she laments in this tiny poem, they are to "not brayed of Tongue" perhaps because to her these moments are too horrible and personal to tell to just anybody. \n\nBy using the context of the history of ideas from Calvinism to Transcendentalism she shows us the tension between the affirmative and the negative which is at the core of her work as a writer. By 1862, she had written nearly half of her work and at his time suffered a great loss. "I had a terror," she told Higginson her mentor and friend, "I could tell to none." It easy to understand her detachment and the desire for silence, a seeking for understanding. \n\nLess than a dozen of Dickinson's poems were printed during her lifetime -- some without her permission, some were full of radical "improvements" "Publication - is the auction of the mind..." she noted, with haughty resentment, maybe in some way trying to comfort herself, and she tied her poems in bundles and put them in a drawer."
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In the poem "Music I Heard", written by Conrad Aiken, the love expressed is different. The character of the poem is a man, that is speaking about his loved one. Full of memories, he has flashbacks of when the loved one was around him and his belongings. After the loved person left, he is lonely. The memories are coming back to him in the quote (line #5), " Your hands one touched this table and this silver". He misses her and the good times they had together. He wants to have her come back to him. She is now only in his heart full of past memories.\n\nThe feeling that love brings in this poem is sadness. The sadness of missing the loved one is great. He is lonely and full of memories that still light up his hopes for having her come back. He remembers her actions and what she touched, but only the memories are left. The sadness is expressed in this quote (line # 3-4) by the character. "Now that I am without you all is desolate;/ and all that was once so beautiful is dead." He misses her a lot, and does not like things that much as he did when she was around.