Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. One for the master, And one for the dame, And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane. Unveiling the Enduring Charm of…
Category: Poem Analysis
The Negro Speaks of Rivers
The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes I have known rivers. I have known rivers, ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in the human veins. My soul has grown deep, like the rivers.…
There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe
Welcome, young literary explorers, to a fascinating journey into the heart of a classic nursery rhyme! Today, we delve into a poem that many of us have heard since childhood, yet it holds surprising depth and layers of meaning. Prepare…
The Conqueror Worm
The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Allan Poe Lo! ’t is a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and…
Ode
Ode to the Gentle Rain Softly falling, silver threads, Kissing thirsty garden beds. From skies above, a sweet descent, A fragrant gift, serenely sent. You cleanse the air, you soothe the ground, A whispered, rhythmic, calming sound. Each leaf a…
The Bridge Builder
Welcome, everyone, to a wonderful journey into the heart of a truly inspiring poem. Today, we delve into Will Allen Dromgoole’s timeless masterpiece, “The Bridge Builder”. This poem offers profound insights into kindness, legacy, and the enduring power of selfless…
The Arrow and the Song
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth,…
See It Through
See It Through by Edgar Albert Guest When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace. When it’s vain to try to dodge…
Hey, Diddle, Diddle
Traditional nursery rhyme Hey, diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. The Enduring Charm of “Hey, Diddle, Diddle”:…
This Little Piggy
Welcome, aspiring literary enthusiasts, to a fascinating exploration of a poem many believe they know intimately. “This Little Piggy” is far more than a simple childhood rhyme; it is a foundational piece of oral tradition, rich with literary elements and…
Tulips
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am…
Trees
Trees by Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts…
Still I Rise
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you…
The Chimney Sweeper
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry “’weep! ’weep! ’weep! ’weep!” So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep. There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried…
Jabberwocky
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!…
Famous
Famous by Naomi Shihab Nye The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the…
In the Bleak Midwinter
In the Bleak Midwinter by Christina Rossetti In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Our…
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.…
Hush Little Baby, Don’t Say a Word
Welcome, aspiring literary explorers, to a journey into the heart of a timeless classic. Today, we delve into a poem that has cradled generations to sleep and whispered promises of comfort across countless nurseries. “Hush Little Baby, Don’t Say a…
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling…