What are the characteristics of an epoch poem?
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Epoch or epic. Epoch means an era. For example the late 1890 epoch. Epic means a long story, the struggle of Odessyus to get back home to his wife Penelope.
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Please take a look at this site:  http://litmuse.maconstate.edu/litwiki/index.php/Epic_Poetry\n\nUnder the heading "Characteristics," you will find the characteristics of epics AND it also has examples of those characteristics specifically in Paradise Lost.
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A single metrical line in a poetic composition; one line of poetry. \nA division of a metrical composition, such as a stanza of a poem or hymn. \nA poem. \nMetrical or rhymed composition as distinct from prose; poetry. \n\nThe art or work of a poet. \nA group of poems: read a book of satirical verse. \nMetrical writing that lacks depth or artistic merit. \nA particular type of metrical composition, such as blank verse or free verse. \nOne of the numbered subdivisions of a chapter in the Bible. \ntr. & intr.v. \nversed , vers·ing , vers·es \nTo versify or engage in versifying. \n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\nETYMOLOGY: \nMiddle English vers, from Old English fers, and from Old French vers both from Latin versus, from past participle of vertere, to turn; see wer- 2 in Indo-European roots
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The classic petrarchan sonnet by John Miltion:\n\nOn His Being Arrived to the Age of Twenty-three\n\nHow soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, \nStolen on his wing my three and twentieth year! \nMy hasting days fly on with full career, \nBut my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. \nPerhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, \nThat I to manhood am arrived so near, \nAnd inward ripeness doth much less appear, \nThat some more timely-happy spirits indu'th. \nYet be it less or more, or soon or slow, \nIt shall be still in strictest measure even \nTo that same lot, however mean or high, \nToward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven. \nAll is, if I have grace to use it so, \nAs ever in my great Task-master's eye.
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Oh, golly. This takes me back to high school. If I remember right, an epic is characterized by three things: Length, purpose, and content.\n\nEpics are narrative style, telling a story. The story is culturally significant, and takes a long time to make the point. The Illiad/Oddessy poem, for example, explained to early Greeks how their civilization was unfied for the first time and how the gods played a part in the process. The Aenead, on the other hand, gave evidence to Romans that their ruling family had been divinely selected from the distant past.
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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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An interesting and sometimes-lovely poem. It's an acknowledgment of where and how the writer connects to his origins.\nPoetry doesn't need to make sense.  Like religion, it is often irrational.
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reflctions of ones soul.  reflections of one self.  reflections of the heart. reflections of our image in today's world. the tone of the poem should be on how you feel when you recite the poem. good luck and hope this helps in some way.
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OK, here is what the on line reference says that it is. Often metaphysical of or relating to the poetry of the 17th century. English poets whose verse is characterized by an intellectually challenging style and extended metaphors comparing very dissimilar things. I hope that this helps.
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They are called acrostic poems. Hopefully that helped. Oh yeah try going to dictionary.com maybe
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Loveyou.com and poetry.com are both good. I have a poem on the first one and at leats 20 to 30 on the other one.
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Are you looking for examples of hyperbole in the poem?\n\nFinding rubies by the Ganges\n"Till the conversion of the Jews" (a Biblical allusion: until the Apocalypse)\nLove growing in a physical form "vaster than empires"\nTaking a century to praise the beloved's eyes\nForehead gazing for two centuries, etc.\nHearing time at one's back
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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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what if there were no way of telling time?\nhaiku:\nThe sun is setting\nIt is getting dark outside\nNearly time for bed\n(I don;t know if this would work or not...giving it my best)\n\nYou could then write a Cinquain and a limerick\n\nCinquain:\nLine 1 - one word that names a subect\nLine 2 - two words that describe the subject\nLine 3 - three verbs that describe actions related to the subject\nLine 4 - four words that express a feeling about the subject\nLine 5 - one word that refers to or is a synonym for the subject\n\nLimerick:\nA limerick is a funny, five-line poem with a strong beat. It has a rhyme scheme of aabba. Lines 1,2,and 5 each have three beats. Lines 3 and 4 each have two beats.\n\nor you could to a quatrain:\nThequatrain is a four-line poem. Its rhyme scheme man be aabb,abab,abcb, abcb\n\nThese are probably 3 of the easiest, so you can choose 2 of them. To get good examples, I will post the site in the sources.
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it depends on the title!!! \nsometimes there are poems with 800 lines !!! in diffrent languages or in english doesnt matter...its all depends on the meaning of the poem
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1. Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns\ndriven time and again off course, once he had plundered\nthe hallowed heights of Troy.\nMany cities of men he saw and learned their minds,\nmany pains he suffered, heartsick on the open sea,\nfighting to save his life and bring his comrades home.\nBut he could not save them from disaster, hard as he strove—\nthe recklessness of their own ways destroyed them all,\nthe blind fools, they devoured the cattle of the Sun\nand the Sungod blotted out the day of their return.\nLaunch out on his story, Muse, daughter of Zeus,\nstart from where you will—sing for our time too.\n\n\nmeaning:With these words the Odyssey begins. The poet asks for inspiration from the Muse and imagines her singing through him. An ancient epic poem states at the outset, in capsule form, the subject of the work to follow, and this epic is no exception. The Odyssey announces its subject matter in a different fashion from the Iliad. Whereas Homer’s first epic treats Achilles’ rage, this one focuses on a “man of twists and turns.” It chronicles not battles, the stuff of Achilles’ brief life, but a long journey through “[m]any cities” and “many pains,” the kind of test worthy of a resourceful hero like Odysseus. The opening lines foreshadow how the epic will end—with all of Odysseus’s men dead except Odysseus himself—and provide a reason for these deaths: the recklessness and blindness of his crew , who do not realize that by slaughtering the Sun’s cattle they seal their own dooms. The opening leaves unmentioned many other temptations the Achaeans will face and says nothing of the situation in Ithaca, which consumes nearly half the epic. It treats the subject matter of the epic in an abbreviated form but captures the themes those subjects will explore. As Knox notes in the introduction to the Fagles translation, in the Odyssey, in contrast to the Iliad, the Muse is asked to choose where to begin. Giving the Muse this freedom prepares us for the more complex narrative structure of the Odyssey, which relies on flashbacks as it moves through the many settings of the hero’s ten-year journey.\n\n\n2.Of all that breathes and crawls across the earth,\nour mother earth breeds nothing feebler than a man.\nSo long as the gods grant him power, spring in his knees,\nhe thinks he will never suffer affliction down the years.\nBut then, when the happy gods bring on the long hard times,\nbear them he must, against his will, and steel his heart.\nOur lives, our mood and mind as we pass across the earth,\nturn as the days turn . . .\n\nmeaning-Odysseus utters these words to the suitor Amphinomus shortly after defeating the “Beggar-King” Irus in Book 18 (18.150–157). Odysseus is himself in disguise as beggar, and his words here help maintain that cover. According to the story he has told, he once was a great warrior, plundering faraway lands, until one day he was captured. On one level, his words here reinforce those lies. The fatalism and helplessness he expresses—that a man only prospers while “the gods grant him power”—were frequently expressed sentiments of the Ancient Greek outlook, but they seem especially natural coming from a onetime king who has descended to the status of a beggar. Who better to comment on life’s reversals than someone who has experienced them firsthand?\nThe words have additional meaning, however, for both Amphinomus and Odysseus. For Amphinomus, they foreshadow death. He is plundering the land of others, living a careless life, much as the beggar once did, but he too is a feeble man, and he is destined for a fall. The words are a prophecy to Amphinomus, and a warning; he does not miss their meaning, as he walks away “fraught with grave forebodings” (18.176). For Odysseus, on the other hand, the words do not foretell the future but recount the past and, perhaps, explain the lesson it has taught him. At the hour of his greatest triumph, the beginn
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I find the most beautiful poem is The Curve of Your Eyes written by Eluard:\n\nThe curve of your eyes embraces my heart\nA ring of sweetness and dance\nhalo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,\nAnd if I no longer know all I have lived through\nIt’s that your eyes have not always been mine.\n\nLeaves of day and moss of dew,\nReeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,\nWings covering the world of light,\nBoats charged with sky and sea,\nHunters of sound and sources of colour\n \nPerfume enclosed by a covey of dawns\nthat beds forever on the straw of stars,\nAs the day depends on innocence\nThe whole world depends on your pure eyes\nAnd all my blood flows under their sight.\n\nI hope you like it :-)