I could use some insight on a poem?
You can understand well about Thylias Moss's poetic style and aims from here: http://preserve.lehigh.edu/cgi/viewconte... I'm sure it will help you understand his poems more clearly. Good Luck :)
Whats your insight on this poem?
Analyze it, describe some figurative language, identify a speaker, the whole thing please: The Lamb By Linda Gregg It was a picture I had after the war. A bombed English church. I was too young to know the word English or war, but I knew the picture. The ruined city still seemed noble. The cathedral with its roof blown off was not less godly. The church was the same plus rain and sky. Birds flew in and out of the holes God’s fist made in the walls. All our desire for love or children is treated like rags by the enemy. I knew so much and sang anyway. Like a bird who will sing until it is brought down. When they take away the trees, the child picks up a stick and says, this is a tree, this the house and the family. As we might. Through a door of what had been a house, into the field of rubble, walks a single lamb, tilting its head, curious, unafraid, hungry.
Some insights on this simple poem?
I'm thinking he said no and I feel bad for her :(. Well, technically, he didn't say anything at all (he hesitates and does not answer), but that's just as clear a rejection. The fact that (and I'm going to assume that it's a girl asking a guy) he hesitates means that he's not completely 100% sure he loves her. If you love someone, you know you love them. There should be no hesitation. Therefore, when he hesitates, it's actually like he's saying 'you know what, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I don't love you.' Of course, poems can be interpreted in a myriad of different ways, so I think you could make other arguments. Maybe the speaker is really anxious about whether this guy loves her, and barely gives him time to answer, assuming that he's hesitating and immediately reading into that. I still think it'd be a stretch to read it in a way that the guy said yes, just based on the speaker's response. Hope this helps!
Does anyone have any insight as to the meaning of this poem?
I think the poet is using the tree as a metaphor for her own emotional state. I believe that is the meaning of the phrase "window tree" in the first line, i.e. she sees the tree as a tangible manifestation of her inner state. The girl is in love and she pictures her love to be like the tree outside the window. It gives her a "vague dream-head", ungrounds her, and fills her soul with light, which I believe she is talking about in the second stanza as being "the thing next most diffuse to cloud". I think "light tongues" refers to the way sunlight plays on the leaves of a tree and is also a play on the sound of the leaves themselves. I think she is referring to sex in the third stanza as creating a storm in her the way she sees the tree tossed during a storm. The last stanza refers to inner weather, because the girl is preoccupied with her emotional state, which is love. Thus, we now understand the meaning of the first stanza - she never wants a curtain drawn between them because she never wants to lose the feeling of being in love.
What are insights about the poem "They" by Siegfried Sassoon?
The poet is saying that 'the boys' (soldiers in the 1st World War) have indeed changed, but in a more prosaic and life changing manner than the Bishop foretold in the first jingoistic and romanticised verse. That first verse echoes the sentiments of many before the war. It is in significant contrast to the reality of 'after the war' - or after those poor soldiers' war, which left them changed all right, but with little thought of breeding an honourable race; more thoughts of how to survive in a world that has changed out of all recognition for those affected. It is also mocking of the Bishop's view of the war and of his excusing of God's ways. He might have written, "That's easy for you to say, mate. I wonder, where was your God when my legs got blown off?" It doesn't touch on the neglect suffered by veterans post war, but is suggestive of the manner in which those disabled by the war would be largely abandoned or ignored by the authorities i.e., treated with an attitude akin to saying, "To serve is its own reward."
Can anyone give some insight on this poem?
What do I want in these rooms papered with visions of money? How much can I make by cutting my hair? If I put new heels on my shoes, bathe my body reeking of masturbation and sweat, layer upon layer of excrement dried in employment bureaus, magazine hallways, statistical cubicles, factory stairways, cloakrooms of the smiling gods of psychiatry; if in antechambers I face the presumption of department store supervisory employees, old clerks in their asylums of fat, the slobs and dumbbells of the ego with money and power to hire and fire and make and break and fart and justify their reality of wrath and rumor of wrath to wrath-weary man, what war I enter and for what a prize! the dead prick of commonplace obsession, harridan vision of electricity at night and daylight misery of thumb-sucking rage. I would rather go mad, gone down the dark road to Mexico, heroin dripping in my veins, eyes and ears full of marijuana, eating the god Peyote on the floor of a mudhut on the border or laying in a hotel room over the body of some suffering man or woman; rather jar my body down the road, crying by a diner in the Western sun; rather crawl on my naked belly over the tincans of Cincinnati; rather drag a rotten railroad tie to a Golgotha in the Rockies; rather, crowned with thorns in Galveston, nailed hand and foot in Los Angeles, raised up to die in Denver, pierced in the side in Chicago, perished and tombed in New Orleans and resurrected in 1958 somewhere on Garret Mountain, come down roaring in a blaze of hot cars and garbage, streetcorner Evangel in front of City I-Tall, surrounded by statues of agonized lions, with a mouthful of ****, and the hair rising on my scalp, screaming and dancing in praise of Eternity annihilating the sidewalk, annihilating reality, screaming and dancing against the orchestra in the destructible ballroom of the world, blood streaming from my belly and shoulders flooding the city with its hideous ecstasy, rolling over the pavements and highways by the bayoux and forests and derricks leaving my flesh and my bones hanging on the trees.
What is the poem "Tia Chucha" about? What are some insights that can be gathered about the poem?
Tea Chucha is a person's name in the poem, specifically an aunts name. To understand the poem, it's nice to have a basic understanding of Luis Rodriguez's background. For me personally the poem speaks up about society, the idea of ont conforming to the basic values which is thrown at us. I learnt a lot from the poem, such as having the confidence and the freedom to be who you are is essential.
Can anyone give some insight into the poem Sow by Sylvia Plath? Maybe themes present, or analysis of the poem?
I've read it through a few times and can identify the literary terms, etc, but cannot get anywhere in interpreting the meaning or the themes in the poem. Any help would be great. Thanks!. The poem is below: Sow God knows how our neighbor managed to breed His great sow: Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid In the same way He kept the sow--impounded from public stare, Prize ribbon and pig show. But one dusk our questions commended us to a tour Through his lantern-lit Maze of barns to the lintel of the sunk sty door To gape at it: This was no rose-and-larkspurred china suckling With a penny slot For thrift children, nor dolt pig ripe for heckling, About to be Glorified for prime flesh and golden crackling In a parsley halo; Nor even one of the common barnyard sows, Mire-smirched, blowzy, Maunching thistle and knotweed on her snout- cruise-- Bloat tun of milk On the move, hedged by a litter of feat-foot ninnies Shrilling her hulk To halt for a swig at the pink teats. No. This vast Brobdingnag bulk Of a sow lounged belly-bedded on that black compost, Fat-rutted eyes Dream-filmed. What a vision of ancient hoghood must Thus wholly engross The great grandam!--our marvel blazoned a knight, Helmed, in cuirass, Unhorsed and shredded in the grove of combat By a grisly-bristled Boar, fabulous enough to straddle that sow's heat. But our farmer whistled, Then, with a jocular fist thwacked the barrel nape, And the green-copse-castled Pig hove, letting legend like dried mud drop, Slowly, grunt On grunt, up in the flickering light to shape A monument Prodigious in gluttonies as that hog whose want Made lean Lent Of kitchen slops and, stomaching no constraint, Proceeded to swill The seven troughed seas and every earthquaking continent.
What are insights about Thomas Hardy's poem "The Workbox"?
The poem is about a husband who brought her wife a work box made of wood which basically a home sewing kit. When he told her that the wood of the sewing kit is from the coffin of John Wayward so she suddenly started drowning in her past as he was her lover. When she met a new guy when she moved from her home she completely forgot about John. Everyone were amazed about the reason of John’s death but deep down she knew the reason of the death of a poor man’s heart.Her husband didn’t know about her past and she also denied any connections with John by saying though he lived in her home land but he must have left before she was grown.This saga about a girl and her lover completely reflecting the heart of a lady who is mourned about her lover’s death because she was the one who was responsible but she didn’t show any sign of it so her husband would not know her past.