What is the theme of Robert Frost's poem "Mending Wall"?
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According to http://www.skoool.ie/skoool/examcentre_sc.asp?id=1252, themes are:\n\n"Themes\n\nThe theme of this poem is that a respectful distance between neighbours is the recipe for harmonious relationships:\n‘Good fences make good neighbors’.\n\nThe theme of this poem is a farmer’s pride in the wisdom passed down to him by his father:\n‘He will not go behind his father's saying’.\n \nThe poet portrays an unusual and dour country character:\n‘like an old-stone savage armed he moves in darkness’.\n\nThe theme of this poem is co-operation between neighbours:\n‘I let my neighbour know beyond the hill’.\n\nThe theme of this poem is that country people need their own space:\n‘We keep the wall between us as we go’.\n\nThe poet explores the futility of a country custom:\n‘Oh, just another kind of outdoor game’.\n\nThe poet suggests there are mysterious forces at work in nature:\n‘Something there is that doesn't love a wall,\nThat wants it down’.\n\nThe poet shows the different types of agriculture in his locality:\n‘He is all pine and I am apple orchard’.\n\nThe theme is the way some people keep to themselves, no matter what:\n‘He moves in darkness as it seems to me’.\n\nThe theme is the mental struggle between two neighbours who appear to co-operate on a physical task while they are very different in outlook:\n‘There were it is we do not need the wall’."
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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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"When I have fears that I may cease to be" is essentially a sonnet;i.e a poem of 14 lines,normally in iambic pentameter,divided into an octave(8 lines) and a sestet(6 lines),and generally concerned with a single thought or feeling;this is virtually in 2 paragraphs on the same subject, divisions of thought as well as rhyme.\nThe form of this sonnet, and the way in which the form structures the argument, is Shakespearean and it expresses Keats's perennial concern with love, death and his poetic destiny.\nHope this helps u understand and enjoy this masterpiece of Keats!
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This is a beautiful poem about losing a loved one..\n\nWhen I'm gone from your side, \nAnd all your tears have been dried ...\n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep, \n\nI am not there, I do not sleep.\n\n\n\n\nI am a thousand winds that blow;\n\nI am the diamond glints on snow;\n\nI am the sunlight on ripened grain; \n\nI am the gentle autumn's rain.\n\n\n\n\nWhen you awaken in the morning hush, \n\nI am the swift uplifting rush \n\nOf quiet birds in circled flight.\n\nI am the soft star that shines at night.\n\n\n\n\nAnd when you stroll in the evening hours, \n\nAnd smell the aroma of beautiful flowers;\n\nThere'll be no need to sob and cry ...\n\nI am not there, I did not die!\n\n\n~ Author Unknown ~
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Poem by W.H. Auden\n\nStop all the Clocks.\n\nStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,\nPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,\nSilence the pianos and with muffled drum\nBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.\nLet aeroplanes...\n\nFor the rest visit...\nhttp://www.npr.org/programs/death/readings/poetry/aude.html
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It is part of a poem written by Donne in the 16th century. Others have used the line: "For Whom the Bell Tolls, it tolls for thee." Tne poem begins, "No man is an Island." It is titled "Meditation 17.
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actually its both grey and grave...hummm take a look:\n\n\n"Kiss From A Rose"\n\nThere used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.\nYou became the light on the dark side of me.\nLove remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.\nBut did you know,\nThat when it snows,\nMy eyes become large and\nThe light that you shine can be seen.\nBaby,\nI compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.\nOoh,\nThe more I get of you,\nStranger it feels, yeah. \nAnd now that your rose is in bloom. \nA light hits the gloom on the grave. \nThere is so much a man can tell you,\nSo much he can say.\nYou remain,\nMy power, my pleasure, my pain, baby \nTo me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny. \nWon't you tell me is that healthy, baby?\nBut did you know,\nThat when it snows,\nMy eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.\nBaby, \nI compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.\nOoh, the more I get of you\nStranger it feels, yeah\nNow that your rose is in bloom. \nA light hits the gloom on the grave, \nI've been kissed by a rose on the grave,\nI've been kissed by a rose \nI've been kissed by a rose on the grave,\n...And if I should fall along the way\nI've been kissed by a rose \n...been kissed by a rose on the grave.\nThere is so much a man can tell you,\nSo much he can say.\nYou remain\nMy power, my pleasure, my pain. \nTo me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah \nWon't you tell me is that healthy, baby.\nBut did you know,\nThat when it snows,\nMy eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.\nBaby, \nI compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.\nOoh, the more I get of you\nStranger it feels, yeah\nNow that your rose is in bloom, \nA light hits the gloom on the grave. \nYes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey\nOoh, the more I get of you\nStranger it feels, yeah\nAnd now that your rose is in bloom \nA light hits the gloom on the grave \nNow that your rose is in bloom, \nA light hits the gloom on the grave.
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A Daughter of Eve\n\nA fool I was to sleep at noon,\n  And wake when night is chilly\nBeneath the comfortless cold moon;\nA fool to pluck my rose too soon,\n  A fool to snap my lily.\n\nMy garden-plot I have not kept;\n  Faded and all-forsaken,\nI weep as I have never wept:\nOh it was summer when I slept,\n  It's winter now I waken.\n\nTalk what you please of future spring\n  And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:—\nStripp'd bare of hope and everything,\nNo more to laugh, no more to sing,\n  I sit alone with sorrow.
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Stone by Stone\n\ni have a wall you cannot see \nbecauses it's deep inside of me\nit blocks my heart on everyside\nand helps emotions there to hide\nyou can't reach in\ni can't reach out\nyou wonder what its all about\n\nthe wall i built that you can't see\nresults from insercuity\neach time my tender heart was hurt\nthe scars within grew worse and worse\nso stone by stone \ni built a wall\nthats now so thick it will not fall\n\nplease understand that its not you\ncontinue trying to break through\ni want so much to show myself\nand love from you will really help\nso bit by bit\nchip at my wall\ntill stone by stone it starts to fall\n\ni know the process will be slow\nits never easy to let go\nof hurts and failures long ingrained\nupon ones heart from years of pain\ni'm so afraid \nto let you in\ni know i might get hurt again\n\ni try so hard to break the wall\nbut seem to get nowhere at all\nfor stone upon each stone i've stacked\nand left between them not a crack\nthe only way \nto make it fall\nare imperfections in the wall\n\ni did my best i could to build \na perfect wall but there are still\na few small flaws witch are the key\nto breaking through the wall to me\nplease use each flaw \nto cause a crack\nto knock a stone off of the stack\n\nfor just as stone by stone was laid\nwith every hurt with evey pain\nso stone by stone the wall will break\nas love replaces every ache\nplease be the one\nwho cares enough\nto find the flaws no matter what
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I think the theme of the poem relates to the nature of the world and appreciating life.\n\n"Light takes the Tree" may refer to darkness when the sun sets (as fits with your interpretation "I am born to die"). The line about the worm climbing the stair refers to a struggle against great odds.\n\nI think the poet is saying to take your time in life and to learn how to live your life as you go.
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http://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/merchant/themes.html
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probably David Frost i'll look it up\n\n\nthe only thing I can find with that title is in the link below
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Here's a resource. Go check it out. For more, just type "T.S. Eliot 'the Wasteland', mythology" into your search engine and look it up, the old-fashioned way!\n\nDon't forget Five-paragraph construction, especially on a 12-page paper!
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"If" by Rudyard Kipling! Superb! \nA great poem to take you through the bad times, and make you learn more in good times!\n\n----\n\nIf you can keep your head when all about you \nAre losing theirs and blaming it on you; \nIf you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, \nBut make allowance for their doubting too; \nIf you can wait and not be tired by waiting, \nOr, being lied about, don't deal in lies, \nOr, being hated, don't give way to hating, \nAnd yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; \n\nIf you can dream - and not make dreams your master; \nIf you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; \nIf you can meet with triumph and disaster \nAnd treat those two imposters just the same; \nIf you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken \nTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, \nOr watch the things you gave your life to broken, \nAnd stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; \n\nIf you can make one heap of all your winnings \nAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, \nAnd lose, and start again at your beginnings \nAnd never breath a word about your loss; \nIf you can force your heart and nerve and sinew \nTo serve your turn long after they are gone, \nAnd so hold on when there is nothing in you \nExcept the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; \n\nIf you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, \nOr walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; \nIf neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; \nIf all men count with you, but none too much; \nIf you can fill the unforgiving minute \nWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run - \nYours is the Earth and everything that's in it, \nAnd - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
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Romeo and Juliet: what are the major themes
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Sort of an explanation....\n\nIt's rather fatalistic, don't you think? For me, the poem is a very serious treatment on the mortality of being human.\n\n"...still like muffled drums are beating funeral marches to the grave".\n\nI memorized that poem 30 years ago and think of it once in a while. Fun to recite as Longfellow has such a simple cadence to his work.
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Well, I tried but I need to know more about the lines in the poem.   Maybe you'll have better luck with these sites.\n\nhttp://www.bartleby.com/\n\nhttp://www.allexperts.com/user.cgi?m=4&expID=50938&catID=678\n\nhttp://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12717\n\nhttp://www.thent.com/poetry.htm\n\nhttp://lii.org/search/file/poetry