It is an autobiographical poem that throws light on the speaker's observations as a child and the influence of the father as he worked the land with the child following. There is a deep but almost hidden respect for the father, acknowledged as an expert. A Poetic Tribute to Family and Ru...
The speaker is utterly caught up in her imagining of the sexual consummation she wishes for with her beloved. Longing and Absence “Wild nights - Wild nights!” can be read, on the one hand, as a poem about the simultaneous wildness and comfort of sexual intimacy. But the speaker’s ...
This alliteration combines with the poem'a steady meter and rhyming couplets to give it a very musical sound; the poem is easy to memorize and satisfying to read aloud. This musicality, in turn, adds to the poem's sense of having an important message that should be passed on to others....
I’m always reticent to make claims about my own writing and poetry—reticent, but I have. The history of poetry is littered with the grandiose claims poets make for their own poetry. But this, perhaps mysterious poem, has in it some of the most beautiful verse I’ve written. So I’m...
You teach me to read, You teach me to write; You are the hero in my mind. You tell me what is wrong, What is right; You tell me to be kind, To everyone all the time. 第二页,共17页。 Enjoy: Family Familiar, strange Firing, boiling, melting Filled with unselfish love Forever 家...
This is a poem I made for my boyfriend. I wrote this when we had our biggest fight. I realized after that chocolates and roses don't really matter in a relationship. It's the security and love that you feel whenever he's around...
The anonymous English poem “Weep You No More, Sad Fountains” provides rich imagery, melancholy metaphors, and insight into the Elizabethan period. Poetry lovers are still enjoying the work today.
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My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson But is fit only to rot in womanish peace Far from where worth’s won and the swords clash For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing; Yea, I fill all the air with my music.
Onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry. Advertisement Analysis of Form and Technique Are you you working on a Poem Analysis? Let us help! Techniques this poem uses: It follows the AABB rhyming pattern, where the last words of every two lines rhyme with each other. ...