what is the mood and tone of the poem "mending wall"?
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the mood is one of satisfaction. the writer is saying that when you have a fence dividing you, it does not "divide" but it prevents.the tone, i guess would be the same. Why exactly are you reading this poem? i had to for a school project.
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I dont know the poem.  But I think its beautiful.  Seems like an interesting topic, poem.
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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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It's an expression of the whole thesis of the poem -- "Thou still-unravished bride of quietness," etc.  Throughout the "Ode," Keats asserts that it's the imagination, not our expression of it, that is the most powerful.  (And of course, the irony is that this is one of the greatest expressions of imagination ever put to words.)\n\nThe idea is that a "heard melody" -- that is, music you hear -- may be sweet, but an "unheard melody" -- music you only imagine -- can be as sweet as your imagination wills it to be.  Keats took the notion from the paintings on a piece of Greek pottery, the figure of a man playing a syrinx (pipes of Pan) to a woman; because it's just an image of someone playing music, you can't hear what he was playing, but you can IMAGINE it to be as beautiful as you wish.\n\nThe middle and later portion of the "Ode" deals with another classical theme, that life is short and art endures -- the figures on the urn are "forever panting and forever young," while passion among the living leaves one with a heart "high-sorrowful and cloyed."  (To cloy, if it's an unfamiliar word, means to consume too much of something sweet, and by extension to have too much of any pleasure.)\n\nOne other phrase that gives modern readers fits:\n\n"O Attic shape! Fair attitude! With brede\nOf marble men and maidens overwrought..."\n\nIn this case, "Attic" is an ancient name for Greece; "attitude" doesn't refer to copping a 'tude, but to the angle and posture of the urn itself; "brede" is an old word for an embroidered pattern such as one might see on a tapestry; and "overwrought" in this case doesn't mean emotionally overwrought, but rather that the urn itself has been overlaid with a pattern, like a tapestry, of marble men and maidens.  \n\nFor my money, the key line in the poem, though, is:\n\n"...in midst of other woe/Than ours..."\n\nThat captures the ability shared by all great art -- music, literature, drama, sculpture, painting -- to pull me out of whatever funk I'm in at the moment, whatever piddling, temporary example of the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to that I am suffering, and remind me, as Keats says, that\n\n"Beauty is truth, truth beauty: that is all\nYe know on earth, and all ye need to know."\n\nThanks for asking. :-)
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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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I write poems do to how enigmatic my emotions, and my mind is, it's so complex, and I write poems to express my feelings( when I write poems.)\n\n\nThe force of the tranquil ocean\nCalms all but one\nThese elements create a potion\nGelid harsh coldness surrounds us\nEarth relentlessly hardens\nThe only escape is on my bus....\n\n\n\nThat poem expresses many things, and has many double meanings, see if you can find them, I even made some rhymes.
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Wow, very beautiful and powerful.  I particularly love the first 3 lines as well as the lines about sending peace and love, but little hate or envy.  \n\nKeep on writing!  :)
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Desiderata\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\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\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\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\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\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\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy.\n\nMax Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.
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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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Wow that is more than a run-on sentence. run-on is a understatement for that. In an artistic speaking theme, this is perfect, for poetry cannot be stopped with simple structure of sentences and whatnot. But if you want you can try this.\n\n"I stand there, content, taking in the artistic blend of colors and patterns that adorn the walls, the paint with a purpose. Taking in the natural feel of the wood that makes up the counters, the shelves, the tables, the chairs, and the floors. Taking in the bright and shiny collections of goodies on sale, displayed in the best possible lighting. This lighting reflecting the light at just the right angle to attract the interest of a full wallet. Taking in shapes that mesh into an artistic, contemporary, relaxed and yet sophisticated living room. A comfy sofa chair in the corner with a complimentary personal lamp for the avid reader completes this artistical room of relaxation.\n\nSomething like that.
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The general theme is the passage of time, and the need or desire to live as much as we can, as deeply as we can before our time here is gone.  "Time will not be ours forever/... Suns that set may rise again;/But if once we lose this light,/'Tis with us perpetual night"\n\nIn the moment of the poem, there is the classic situation of the boy (presumably) trying to convince his love-interest, Celia, to give in to passion and enjoy the "sports of love" with him, to use the poem's language.  \n\nThe lover uses a two prong argument.\n\nFirst, he argues that time is short and they, her especially, really shouldn't waste it, "Spend not then his gifts in vain."  He invokes a responsibility not to take the gift of time and life given them for granted.  A slightly more dignified argument, yet a sense of playfullness remains: "Cannot we delude the eyes/of a few poor household spies,/Or his easier ears beguile,/So removed by our wile?"  So at the same time he rebukes her rejection (one presumes she said no, at least initially, why then the poem?) for wasting precious time, he tempts her with a conspiracy--arm's length v. intimacy.\n\nSecond, he argues that it's not the act of lovemaking that is the crime, but the tattling or telling of it:  "'Tis no sin love's fruit to steal/But the sweet theft to reveal."  Fame and rumor are equally derided in favor of the moment, of the real, which here is the joy of love.\n\nThe speaker never really loses sight of his objective, even tho he dresses it up philosophically.  Playfully, he casts these arguments about, both putting her on the defensive and drawing her into a conspiracy of "us against the world".  Ingenious, really.  And fun.  Jonson was classical poet, brilliant, witty and very clever.  If you like this poem, you might try John Donne and Robert Herrick.
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These are the words to the poem.\npleasure turns to the pain \nlessons learned from the strain \nquestions burned in my brain.. \nabout whether love is humane \nin its touch. \nthese thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream \nin the tears of your deceit. \nfighting the current hurt that kills more than is created by the chaos \nof our intertwined emotions. \nchaotic because the anchor of Erros' arrow has been plucked \nfrom the vessel of my undying infatuation \nseparation not as simple as the distance between us \nmy mind no longer possessed by demons \nthat have been the overseers of my enslavement to your lies \nthe seeds of these lies rooted so deeply \nthey have cracked the foundation of what we once shared \nallowing the faith in us i had sealed inside \nto gush out like a river \nripping the image of our future together from my thoughts \nas violently and as brutally as if it were a child \nbeing taken from its mothers arms \nim left surrounded in darkness \nbut i refuse to be swallowed by it \nmy lonliness like the night air \ninvisible to the eye \nobvious to the touch \nit is cold uncomfortableness \nyet if i could do it all over again \nid do it in the same skin im in \nto lay down and let love die \njust stay down and let love lie? \nno, no..not i \nid stay around and let love fly \neven though i have seen its darkest form \ndeceit \nnothing else could taste this warm \nor feel this sweet...
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its the rhythm of the poem
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This was a very good poem. I like to write poems too and I thought this one had a lot of feeling in it. You definitely get the message when you read it.
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Although grammatically incorrect and lacking steady timbre, there is no doubt as to the feeling and emotion expressed in your poem. I don't know about your friend but if he or she read it I am sure that they would continue to be a friend for life. Good luck.
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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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A sonnet:\n\n10 Lines, 14 syllables each, last two lines are a rhyming couplet.