Category: Poem Analysis

Act I Scene 5 from Romeo and Juliet

Act I Scene 5 from Romeo and Juliet By William Shakespeare Romeo. [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough…

S. I. W.

S.I. W. By Wilfred Owen          I will to the King, And offer him consolation in his trouble, For that man there has set his teeth to die, And being one that hates obedience, Discipline, and orderliness…

I Sing the Body Electric

I Sing the Body Electric By Walt Whitman 1 I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,…

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning By Wallace Stevens       I Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient…

The Hollow Men

The Hollow Men By T. S. Eliot Mistah Kurtz-he dead A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper…

Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday By T. S. Eliot I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope I no longer strive to…

The Lotos-Eaters

The Lotos Eaters By Alfred Tennyson “Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.” In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast…

Diving Into the Wreck

Diving Into the Wreck By Adrienne Rich First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put on the body-armor of black rubber the absurd flippers the grave and awkward…

A River

A River By A. K. Ramanujan In Madurai, city of temples and poets, who sang of cities and temples, every summer a river dries to a trickle in the sand, baring the sand ribs, straw and women’s hair clogging the…

The Soul Has Bandaged Moments

The Soul Has Bandaged Moments By Emily Dickinson The Soul has Bandaged moments – When too appalled to stir – She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her – Salute her, with long fingers –…

Nameless Pain

Nameless Pain By Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard I should be happy with my lot: A wife and mother – is it not Enough for me to be content? What other blessing could be sent? A quiet house, and homely ways,…

anyone lived in a pretty how town

[anyone lived in a pretty how town] By e e cummings anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did. Women and men…

Pandemania

Pandemania By Daniel Halpern There are fewer introductions In plague years, Hands held back, jocularity No longer bellicose, Even among men. Breathing’s generally wary, Labored, as they say, when The end is at hand. But this is the everyday intake…

A Helpmeet for Him

A Helpmeet for Him By Christina Rossetti Woman was made for man’s delight,– Charm, O woman! Be not afraid! His shadow by day, his moon by night, Woman was made. Her strength with weakness is overlaid; Meek compliances veil her…

Song of Solomon Chapter 4

Song of Solomon Chapter 4 Old Testament, The KJV Bible How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead. Your teeth…

Song Of Solomon Chapter 2

Song Of Solomon Chapter 2 Old Testament, The KJV Bible I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. As the apple tree among the…

Psalm 84

Psalm 84 Book of Psalms, King James Version How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God. Yea,…

Under the Harvest Moon

Under the Harvest Moon By Carl Sandburg Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers. Under the summer roses…

Sonnet 90

Sonnet 90 By William Shakespeare Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an…

Song of Solomon 3

Song of Solomon 3 All night long on my bed I looked for the one my heart loves; I looked for him but did not find him. I will get up now and go about the city, through its streets…