Where is imagery used in the poem The Widows's Lament in Springtime by William Carlos Williams?
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Imagery is a really simple concept (it's just the describing of concrete, touchable things with words) and it's all over this poem. Examples? "the new grass flames", "The plumtree is white today / with masses of flowers", "in the meadows, &#92; at the edge of the heavy woods &#92; in the distance, he saw &#92; trees of white flowers." There's lots more there, but this will get you started.
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Years of wisdom, and centuries passed;\nTonnes of knowledge and sanity lost.\nDays of pains; and nights\nOf pleasures could not last.\nHours of toil; and moments\nof fortune, forever lost.\nIn a single straight dream, as if;\nthe entire life in a wink had passed.\nOf life, its colors ; and all\nits course of lows and highs;\nToday after the sunset\nwhen I ever close my eyes,\nI remember only those ephemeral\nMoments of my lengthy life,\nThose rare moments of love,\nThose intimate moments with the wife.\nThat childhood on the swing,\nThat father's slap, that my extra lie.\nThe nursery teacher and her fierce cane,\nHer lovely rhymes and her scary spectacled nose.\nThose lush green cricket fields of my youth,\nThose childhood's gardens of the innocent rose.\nThat mother's unbiased flowing love,\nIn her transparent cold eyes.\nThose long walks with father\nBefore the sunset, at the sunrise.\nOf life, its colors and all\nIts course of lows and high ;\nToday after the sunset\nwhen I ever close my eyes;\nI remember only those ephemeral\nMoments of my lengthy life,\nThose moments of hard earned victories\nThat we together shared.\nThose moments of zeal and passion\nIn the field that often flared.\nThose short fears and long punishments\nThat we were always scared.\nThat special birthday gift , that cuckoo's cry\nThat first childhood truth\nThat life's first sacrifice.\nI can never forget.\nOf life, its colors and all\nits course of lows and high;\nToday after the sunset\nwhen I ever close my eyes;\nI remember only those ephemeral\nmoments of my lengthy life.\nFirst spring of youth,\nIts evergreen mango grove.\nThat first kiss in the rain,\nHer first letter of love.\nThose dark windy nights,\nThose bright fantasy flights.\nI can never forget.\nThat first taste of wine,\nThat first interview of mine.\nOf life, its colors and all\nIts course of lows and highs;\nToday after the sunset,\nwhen I ever close my eyes;\nI remember only those ephemeral\nmoments of my lengthy life.\nThose rare moments of love,\nThose intimate moments with the wife.\nThat childhood on the swing,\nThat father's slap, that extra lie.\nI can never forget.\nThose scarce moments of love\nI can never forget; for\nOf all the moments of lows and highs;\nThose are the ones in which\nThe immortality of my soul forever shall lie.\nThose ephemeral moments of love.  \n\n–  Shiv Nandan Singh
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I found the poem at this website:\n\nhttp://www.pbs.org/now/arts/nyepoems1.html\n\nThere are links above the poem that can take you to an interview with the poet done by Bill Moyers and lesson plans about the poem and others by this poet.\n\nI hope this helps you.
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I think you may mean..\n\nHills of Home By Malcolm Hemphrey \n  \n  \nOH! yon hills are filled with sunlight, and the green leaves paled to gold,  \nAnd the smoking mists of Autumn hanging faintly o’er the wold;  \nI dream of hills of other days whose sides I loved to roam  \nWhen Spring was dancing through the lanes of those distant hills of home.  \n  \nThe winds of heaven gathered there as pure and cold as dew;          \nWood-sorrel and wild violets along the hedgerows grew,  \nThe blossom on the pear-trees was as white as flakes of foam  \nIn the orchard ’neath the shadow of those distant hills of home.  \n  \nThe first white frost in the meadow will be shining there to-day  \nAnd the furrowed upland glinting warm beside the woodland way;          \nThere, a bright face and a clear hearth will be waiting when I come,  \nAnd my heart is throbbing wildly for those distant hills of home.
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A poem that gives artistic representation of an abstract quality or idea as a person.
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Leisure\n\n      by William Henry Davies\n\nWhat is this life if, full of care,\nWe have no time to stand and stare.\n\nNo time to stand beneath the boughs\nAnd stare as long as sheep or cows.\n\nNo time to see, when woods we pass,\nWhere squirrels hide their nuts in grass.\n\nNo time to see, in broad daylight,\nStreams full of stars like skies at night.\n\nNo time to turn at Beauty's glance,\nAnd watch her feet, how they can dance.\n\nNo time to wait till her mouth can\nEnrich that smile her eyes began.\n\nA poor life this if, full of care,\nWe have no time to stand and stare.
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The Imagination of Imagery
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bamboo in the wind\na passing season\n...both are by urranza, both set around the 70s, during martial law.
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Just fyi I found the poem its\n"I carry your heart" by E E Cummings
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Hi Nicola, I've searched high and low looking for evidence that Wordsworth was asked to compose this poem, alas I couldn't find any.\n\nComposed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 \nby William Wordsworth \n\nEarth has not anything to show more fair:\nDull would he be of soul who could pass by\nA sight so touching in its majesty:\nThis City now doth, like a garment, wear\nThe beauty of the morning; silent, bare,\nShips, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie\nOpen unto the fields, and to the sky;\nAll bright and glittering in the smokeless air.\nNever did sun more beautifully steep\nIn his first splendour, valley rock or hill;\nNe'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!\nThe river glideth at his own sweet will:\nDear God! The very houses seem asleep;\nAnd all that mighty heart is lying still!\n\nhttp://www.btinternet.com/~p.g.h/culture_poetry_westminster.htm\n\nGood luck\n\nKevin, Liverpool, England.
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The Odor of Chrysanthemums was written by D.H.Lawrence, who uses metaphor extensively.
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The name of the poem is (My Garden—"His Garden") by Charles Haddon Spurgeon\n\nhttp://www.ccel.org/ccel/spurgeon/sermons42.txt
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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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May be at wikipedia.com and type in ..........poem
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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.
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I had to go back and reread the poem to remember it in particular from my high school Lit Class (5 years...  sheesh!).  Anyway, its main theme is basically as everyone has said- a warning that even mankind's greatest works shall eventually crumble to dust.\n\nWithin Temptation does a song on their Mother Earth CD entitled "Never-ending Story" that sums up the main point of Ozymandias nicely with the lyrics, "We'll all be forgotten  |  There's no endless fame".\n\nHowever, we can go into a bit more depth about the secondary themes of hope and rebirth.  In lines 10 through 14, Ozymandias reads as such:\n"'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:\nLook on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'   \nNothing beside remains: round the decay   \nOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,   \nThe lone and level sands stretch far away."\n\nThese lines serve to anchor the somewhat depressing mood, but give infinite hope as well.  Even though King Ozymandias is telling us to despair, for all we do will eventually disappear, he is also telling us to look upon his works as they are in the here and now.\n\nThe boundless sea of sand that was once his great kingdom may seem like it has been destroyed, but in fact Ozymandias has *created* it as his buildings and monuments have crumbled.  Essentially, the poem is commenting that nothing mankind can build will last- but as those things are annihilated they create the soil, and in turn the plants and stone, that generations down the road will use to build their own monuments.  Even though we may die and rot in the present, we are immortal as part of the life cycle that is always recycling into the next incarnation of life.  Who knows, when we eventually croak, we might all come back as daisies!
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Here is where you can find the poem on line