faithful as enemy, or friend.
44 stanzas capturing the events from the first cry of the rooster to the sun rising. Mind-blowing
faithful as enemy, or friend.
44 stanzas capturing the events from the first cry of the rooster to the sun rising. Mind-blowing
“Get up! Stop dreaming!”
Humorous
Deep from protruding chests in green-gold medals dressed, planned to command and terrorize the rest,
Wow. This so so beautifully worded
floor,
Loving all the rhymes
Roosters
I'm predicting this poem is about the event that occur during sunrise
He thinks the moon is a small hole at the top of the sky,
I used to think this as a child LOL
cracks in the buildings are filled with battered moonlight.
Setting an eerie scene
flying up and up
Conveying the panic and tension the animals go through during fireworks
Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry!O falling fire and piercing cry and panic, and a weak mailed fistclenched ignorant against the sky!
This last stanza brings the whole poem together
Now that I have your heart by heart, I see.
Simply wow. The structure and style of this poem is just so commendable. My guess is that she's referring to a love interest, but it's just so beautiful how she's describing getting to know him.
Is idle, biologically speaking.
In the fourth part the breakup is complete. SO overall, this poem went through the stages of breakup
And seek another as I sought you first.
A threat
Were you not still my hunger's rarest food, And water ever to my wildest thirst,
Simply wow.
Who would have loved you in a day or two.
This part has a more regretful tone
Punish me, surely, with the shaft I crave!)
Overall, this first part has an aggressive tone - she evidently is angry at someone
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, And drag me at your chariot till I die,
WOW. That must be some pain she is in from this relationship
tea."
This dialogue definitely added to the overall reality of life for women at this time.
I wish I could walk for a day and a night, And find me at dawn in a desolate place,
me too.
But there's that in me must up and start
A sense of empowerment. She realizes she has to do something to get change
Washing my grave away from me!
Now I think she's using death as an analogy to describe a low point of her life
To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees.
Such amazing use of imagery for such a morbid topic
For rain it hath a friendly sound To one who's six feet underground;
So morbid and dark
Cool is its hand upon the brow
Chilling.
Into the earth I sank till I Full six feet under ground did lie, And sank no more,—there is no weight
This is deep. Once you die, that's it, no more pain, no more suffering.
For the man who should loose me is dead, Fighting with the Duke in Flanders, In a pattern called a war. Christ! What are patterns for?
A simply beautiful poem. Lowell conveyed her emotions so effortlessly.
The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun, Each one. I stood upright too,
A moment of empowerment over life's cruelty
And I weep;
The smile on my face up to this point suddenly vanished after reading this line.
I too am a rare Pattern.
This is beautiful so far
Than the words I blow about you
Lowell is comparing herself to Botticelli and her love interest to Venus. In the first stanza, it seems as if she's asking her love interest whether her expressions of love are better than Botticelli's "artistic love" to Venus. The second stanza has Lowell just describing what stands out to her about her love interest. Overall, I thought this poem was intriguing since she brought outside art into her art of words.
Solitaire
"Solitaire" was a very relatable piece, since during the night my mind also wanders.
alleys of dropped maple leaves,
I did not really understand the imagery here. I was not able to visualize what she was describing.
VII
From the title I infer this must be a record of all of Lowell's dreams during the war - that would explain why she seemed so scattered.
And the purple dye ran from itLike bloodUpon the ground.
Subtly morbid
ashes
Ashes may be symbolizing death. Then Lowell is conveying how death is not beautiful no matter the situation - even if it's for your own country
“honesty”
Ironic since she's gambling
My own face lay like a white pebble,Waiting.
So she's digging her own grave? What is the figurative significance here?
And the thorn of a rose I could not seePricked it so sharplyThat I cried aloud.
I would say this is a surprising element. It was almost as if I could feel the sharp pain due to the subtle build up.
"Plot a new map, map of humanity. / Show green for hunger, black for poverty" - undoubtedly my favorite line from this poem. Sarton emphasizes one again the importance of being kind and accepting.
The difference in style of the stanzas is interesting
To
This poem foreshadows the effects of not being kind and accepting of one another
Has stood a life's span in a single place
This line made me smile thinking about the near future.
But the tree is lifted by this inward work And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.
Such a fresh new take on happiness
And how it is not sudden and it is not given
Wise, wise words. Happiness comes from within
Encounter
Truly a beautiful piece. The first stanza compares love to deer, conveying the delicate aspect of love. The second stanza was a bit harder for me to understand but what I got out of it was how the characters shared their first kiss. However, towards the end when she writes, "You who are now my tropic and my south / Will have turned cold before the robins settle -", I feel she's hinting a separation from her love interest. By turn cold she could have meant like turned his back to her, or in a more literal sense, dead. The last sentence supports how a break up of some sort occurred. Unfortunately, the next two stanzas were not as simple to understand. Especially in the last stanza!
how Red their Faces grew -
Red maple trees have red leaves - bare trees finally growing leaves.
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me - I have so much to tell -
Since Emily isolated herself from the world, all that changed to her were the seasons. I feel this poem is depicting the change over from winter to spring
If birds should build as early,
I feel like she is conveying how if she were to die, nothing would be effected. Even if she's dead, all of these things she mentioned will continue to happen.
“How to forget”!
If she is referring to the Bible in this poem, then I'm confused on what she's trying to forget. Is she even trying to forget something? Or is it more like, the wisdom in the Bible helps one overcome and forget adversities?
Sacrificed for Science Is common, though, now —
As science is emerging and being used to answer most questions, the Bible is being Sacrificed and forgotten
Rabbi of the Wise Book Don’t you know?
This makes me think she is referring to the Bible
beating – beating
Reminds me of a heart. I feel Dickinson is trying to convey how the longer you're alive, the more isolated and unloved you become and feel, kind of resulting in depression, which could make one feel like their mind is numb.
For You – served Heaven – You know, Or sought to –
Lucifer was an angel who tried to serve heaven but failed and ended up being Satan. Makes me think more that she's referring to the devil
Because Your Face Would put out Jesus’ –
So is she referring to the devil?
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
People are always waiting to pounce on celebrities for things they do or say that they don't agree with. The crumbs refer to the negative consequences of their action and the crows represent the "fans"
shifting plate
Shows how fame is not a consistent thing. Just observing celebrities prove how people have highs and lows.
That was and is and ever shall be.
Referring to the doxology?
To lie at evening on the lonely sands, Hearing the waters tell mysterious tales
These lines give a dreamlike tone.
One little pale face I could see Close to the window bent.
Chilling! This poem reminds me of a horror film
No lamp announced a breathing soul;
Breathtaking
Stripped to the breeze those arms uprose!
First two stanzas show so much admiration for autumn. I connect to this to a great extent since autumn is my favorite season
I stood there lost, her worshiper: She only saw the falling star.
This is beautiful. I'm guessing the speaker saw the woman in the poem as his love interest. The speaker so captivatingly conveys how much he admires her. It was almost as if he was longing for her, yet all the while, she has no idea she's being admired to such extent, where even her slightest features are being noticed.
THERE is one cup earth's children all may drink
The cup of death. Very morbid but very true.
The sighing, endless sighing of the sea.
This poem was full of imagery and I absolutely loved every line. Even though summer just came to an end, this poem made me want to go back in time and witness all these things Annie Fields described. "Soft sighing of the sea" was a line that appeared twice in the poem, giving a sense of consistency.
light.
Overall this story gave me a chilling feel and could really sense the darkness. Jewett's words displayed descriptive imagery and really made me feel present with Betsey and Hannah along with the other characters.
never saw Dick smile after that day
Wow, what a story. Just when I thought the situation couldn't get more tragic, now the boys couldn't picture another woman as their wife. Throughout the story, there was an ongoing theme about misunderstandings and dishonesty. I liked this story more than the first one, even thought this story was pretty sad and morbid.
It was the finest fall night I ever saw. The harvesting was just finished. It was bright, and just cool enough - not "shivery" at all. I remember I sat by the window, and could see the trees, and the river, and the Hall, and the farmhouses, as well as in the daytime.
I can literally see and feel this. Gosh I love words
she manifested no preference for either of the Tylers.
This is interesting since it seems like Jenny took a liking for both of them? To me, it's low-key weird to be interested in siblings, to be honest.
with none of the playfulness or childishness that belong to it
This shows how Georgie basically was forced to grow up early and not enjoy the simple things children should have been doing at his age. Georgie fished instead of running around and playing.
But the boat could not drift or loiter with his steady stroke, and out he went, until I could only see the boat at last, lifting and sinking on the waves beyond the reef outside the moorings.
I really love the imagery here. It's as if I can actually see the boat lifting and sinking