Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden
My analysis:
I like this poem because it provides a really sad feeling. It is a mix between missing someone, regret, fear of change and sadness due to loss of a lover. There is a little bit of imagery in phrases like, "he was my north, my south, my east and west, my working week and my Sunday rest, …" These are set in the poem to show a picture of how things were and why now it is different it’s the human fear of change. Some objects and colors are used to set a feeling of silence, sadness and fear. This is seen in stanzas like the first one that has phrases like "stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone"
And silence the pianos and with muffed drums" or in the second stanza "let the policemen wear black cotton gloves." This poem has a lot of great examples of all kind of features of poetry.
Montag, 15. Dezember 2008
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
My analysis:
I enjoy this poem because of the picture it sets in your head. It is very beautifully written. The imagery of the eagle is amazing, when you think about phrases like "he watches from his mountain walls, and like a thunderbolt he falls." There is no special message that challenges you to become a better self but that is also not always necessary. Imagery can be very powerful too, giving you a picture setting you in exactly that moment the writer wants you to be. This is what this poem does to me. It is written so clear that I can see the eagle on the crag in exactly that scene.
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
My analysis:
I enjoy this poem because of the picture it sets in your head. It is very beautifully written. The imagery of the eagle is amazing, when you think about phrases like "he watches from his mountain walls, and like a thunderbolt he falls." There is no special message that challenges you to become a better self but that is also not always necessary. Imagery can be very powerful too, giving you a picture setting you in exactly that moment the writer wants you to be. This is what this poem does to me. It is written so clear that I can see the eagle on the crag in exactly that scene.
Mittwoch, 10. Dezember 2008
'Totally like whatever, you know?' analysis
I like this poem because Tailor Mali wants to get us thinking about what has happened with society. This poem makes you think, it gives you a critical perspective on the society of today. How we are not able to form real sentences and we seem to be inarticulate. How we can not be cool by being smart but by not expressing your thoughts. He wants us to speak without 'Instant messenger language' with repeatedly using words like, like, whatever, you know after each sentence and totally. These words have no real meaning to Taylor Mali because they have no weight and no backup. Taylor wants, well actually challenge, you to speak with meaningful words, to say your thoughts and speak up because with what has happened to us and the world around us we need more people with meaningful speeches and meaningful ideas.
Abonnieren
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