(Out of style)
this is the different of what she way saying earlier that they where in style and now they are out of style
(Out of style)
this is the different of what she way saying earlier that they where in style and now they are out of style
Take me homeJust take me homeYeah, just take me homeOh, whoa, oh
she is done with it she wants to go to her comfort now
That you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl" He says, "What you heard is true, but ICan't stop thinkin' 'bout you
that he is cheating on her but he says its ok because he only thinks about her and that makes him cheating ok
Takes me homeThe lights are off, he's taking off his coat, mm, yeah
that they have the perfect life
So it goesHe can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mm
he keeps his eyes on her the hole time wile driving
You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirtAnd I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
the classic wapad couple the love story that every one wishes that they where in bad boy and good girl
And I got that red lip classic thing that you likeAnd when we go crashing down, we come back every time'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
she looks like a pretty girl that he likes and they have a toxic relation ship that ends badly every time
You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
that he looks good
And I should just tell you to leave 'cause IKnow exactly where it leads, but IWatch us go 'round and 'round each time
talking about a toxic relationship about how she want to let go but cant because she enjoys it or wants the person to change
It's been a while since I have even heard from you
not very mush communication that the author and who she is talking to are not getting along very well
Long driveCould end in burning flames or paradise
could mean quite literally that the ride with no head lights a midnight could end in burning flames or a fun trip
You come and pick me up, no headlights
she might be talking to a lover and no headlight is dangerous thing to be doing when driving
Midnight
mysterious and an ominous time and place for this poem to take place
evidence has proved that it can live on what can not revive its youth. The sea grows old in it.
the ocean can still survive
the chasm-side is dead.Repeated
the sea coral dead because of pollution
of cornice, dynamite grooves, burns, and hatchet strokes, these things stand out on it
the hurt of the sea
all the physical features of ac-cident—lack
something was not a accident
Allexternal marks of abuse are present on this defiant edifice—
it turned darker talking about abuse
bespattered jelly fish, crabs like green lilies,
the beauty of the sea
rice-grains,
the sand or star fish are like rice grains
whereupon the stars, pink
starfish are pink
The water drives a wedge of iron through the iron edge of the cliff;
the water is strong like a weapon
in and out, illuminating theturquoise sea
describing the pretty place
split like spun glass, move themselves with spotlight swiftness into the crevices—
hiding?
for the submerged shafts of the sun,
when the sun is out they are out on the rocks for when they are not there it is night and high tide comes
The barnacles which encrust the side of the wave, cannot hide there
to get somewhere they must go in the water to get on ships rocks and animals
opening and shutting itself like aninjured fan.
talking about how the shells open but also the word broken shows that it does not work all the way
Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps adjusting the ash-heaps;
the color of the see the animals that life there the ash though seems like the ocean is dying
through black jade.
a dark color but also a beautiful stone talking about the ocean
wade
move ment
So it's gonna be forever
the first time she is taken love for real
So hey, let's be friendsI'm dying to see how this one endsGrab your passport and my handI can make the bad guys good for a weekend
Is all a game referring to the last stanzas end that says Loves a game
funny rumors fly
she knows going in to this that people have a set image about her
I can read you like a magazine
she knows what her lover wants and just like the others she can guess what he wants
New money, suit and tie
her lover will stay if she buys him things to make him happy
Love's a game
she does not take love seriously
"Oh, my God, look at that faceYou look like my next mistake
she falls for pretty people even though it could end in heart break
I could show you incredible things
saying that the author is talking to someone saying they should be with her
Nice to meet you, where you been?
the writer is meeting someone for the first time asking normal questions
Blank Space
empty, no thought
Good fences make good neighbors
neighbors need there space to not bud heads with the other neighbor thats why good fences make good neighbors because with a fence the neighbors will not bother you
spring mending-time
spring is where you clean start over this may be referring to healing from war
hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs.
the hunters would do any thing for there dogs to bring out the rabbits out of there home just to make there dogs happy
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps
the cracks in the wall relating to cracking ice maybe this relates to the way the author feels about someone
doesn't love a wall
wall cant do any thing but be in you way or just stand there so you cant love a wall
disaster
disaster and master are different almost oppose ideas
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
repeating the same line
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster
lose is an every day thing you will go though in your life
Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster
its like the feeling hopeless because of things going wrong with your life
the hour badly spent.
the hour spent badly is something every one feels on day to day bases
lost door keys
its an action that every one does all the time
seem filled with the intent
even though it started out with good thoughts they end result can be bad
The art of losing isn’t hard to master
its easy to lose
Those Winter Sundays
this is a poem about evey winter Sunday or the use of those the writer could be saying this only happens some winter Sundays and this is how they went
fearing
the person could be saying they fear their father
he’d call
there is no signs of a mother seem like this person is raised by their father or sees him as the head of the house.
and lonely offices
the loneliness of the boy and the house hold
of love’s austere
love is harsh
What did I know, what did I know
the repeating could mean that this poem is a thought
Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well
showing what all the father does for the kid
Speaking indifferently to him
has to speak to his father a careful way that will not offend him
cold splintering, breaking.
could mean the cold or the family its self splintering breaking
chronic angers of that house
not a good family life at home
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him
the fathers job is something that helps the community. "no one ever thanked him" = he is not thanked for work that injures him and helps people
labor in the weekday weather made
the fathers job is something that requires hard work in horrid weather
then with cracked hands that ached
the father works a tough job that hurts his body
blueblack cold,
describing how cold it is
Sundays too my father got up early
Sunday got up early= Sunday church father has work in the mornings
and swiveling back to see an orange blur floating perfectly through the net.
even though he fell his team had his back
with a wild, headlong motion for the game he loved like a country
loves this game like the love he would have for his country, he has great passion for the game
between them without a dribble, without a single bounce hitting the hardwood until the guard finally lunges out and commits to the wrong man
taunting the other team showing the team work of the players and how the taunt the other team to make a mistake
filling the lanes in tandem, moving together as brothers passing the ball
sees his team mates as brothers= close bond with his team
flat-footed defender
a gab at the other team
perfectly, gathering the orange leather from the air like a cherished possession
the orange leather = basketball cherished possession= favorite thing does not want to give it up deep attachment to the game
hangs there, helplessly, but doesn’t drop
could mean on the brink of death or about sadness
A hook shot kisses the rim
this could be pointing to a mountain climber and the hook kissing the rim the cliff , could mean that the climber just barely got the hook to the edge of the cliff
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984
The poem is for his dead friend pointing to the poem could be about death and his friend.