Tag: poem analysis

Sonnet 22

Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old by William Shakespeare My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time’s furrows I…

Shut Out

Shut Out by Christiana Rossetti The door was shut. I looked between Its iron bars; and saw it lie, My garden, mine, beneath the sky, Pied with all flowers bedewed and green: From bough to bough the song-birds crossed, From…

Petals

Petals by Amy Lowell Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope,…

Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men

Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men by Charles Bukowski Go to Tibet Ride a camel. Read the bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a beard. Circle the world in a paper canoe. Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post.…

Sonnet 27

Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me To My Bed by William Shakespeare Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To…

Sonnet 23

Sonnet 23: As An Unperfect Actor On The Stage By William Shakespeare As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength’s abundance…

Sonnet 20

Sonnet 20: A Woman’s Face with Nature’s Own Hand Painted by William Shakespeare A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change as is…

The Sea of Glass

The Sea of Glass by Ezra Pound I looked and saw a sea roofed over with rainbows, In the midst of each two lovers met and departed; Then the sky was full of faces with gold glories behind them. Meanings…

The Sacred

The Sacred by Stephen Dunn After the teacher asked if anyone had a sacred place and the students fidgeted and shrunk in their chairs, the most serious of them all said it was his car, being in it alone, his…

My Son My Executioner

My Son My Executioner by Donald Hall My son, my executioner, I take you in my arms, Quiet and small and just astir And whom my body warms. Sweet death, small son, our instrument Of immortality, Your cries and hunger…

I’ll You How the Sun Rose

I’ll You How the Sun Rose by Emily Dickinson I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – A Ribbon at a time – The Steeples swam in Amethyst – The news, like Squirrels, ran – The Hills untied their Bonnets…

Elm

Elm by Sylvia Plath For Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is it the sea you…

 All the World’s a Stage

 All the World’s a Stage by William Shakespeare All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven…

Waterfall

Waterfall by Lauris Dorothy Edmond I do not ask for youth, nor for delay in the rising of time’s irreversible river that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute, all that I…

The Man in the Glass

The Man in the Glass by Dale Wimbrow When you get what you want in your struggle for self And the world makes you king for a day Just go to the mirror and look at yourself And see what…

Sonnet 151

Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is by William Shakespeare Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not, conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest…

Holding Hands

Holding Hands by Lenore M. Link Elephants walking Along the trails Are holding hands By holding tails. Trunks and tails Are handy things When elephants walk In circus rings. Elephants work And elephants play And elephants walk And feel so…

A Litany for Survival

A Litany for Survival by Audre Lorde For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice who love…

The Bluebird

The Bluebird by Charles Bukowski  there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my…