What do you think the poet means by ‘care’?
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What do you think this poem means? (short)?
I Am by John Clare I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am! and live with shadows tost Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life nor joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod; A place where woman never smil'd or wept; There to abide with my creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: Untroubling and untroubled where I lie; The grass below--above the vaulted sky im having troubles trying ot find the meaning on this poem please help (:
What does a poet mean when he says "I'm hungry"?
Forgive me, Ma, for what I am about to write. There are many, many better sites to share poetry on besides here--ones that actually give honest critiques and criticism. This place, in my opinion, has been one of the worst I have ever visited for that. The only thing this site has ever been good for is to gush over each others words as if they were words shared from a private journal to a specific audience. Very seldom have poems been read for what they are. This place has been haunted by cliques since I first signed on three years ago. Many (and I'm not saying everybody) just want to bleed their hearts out to those here that know them on some kind of personal level and to get reactions. Not everyone "gets it" and that goes every direction. I have seen horrible poems praised as if they were the greatest piece ever written by those that know the author, and one person comes along and gives a solid critique and they are ganged up on and hounded RELENTLESSLY. I have been guilty of it--we all have. This place was well on it's way to hell long before any of us got here. What I'm saying is, with the exception of a few, this place has never showed any talent. We adults haven't proven to be any better than the teens that visit here. And this place has ALWAYS been treated like a blog forum, not a poetry forum. This site never starved me, but it did make me lose my appetite long ago. Edit: Who called?
What did the Roman poet mean when he said that only two things interested the Roman masses—bread and circuses?
He meant only thing that interested the masses was food and entertainment
What do you think of poetry?
I wonder what facet of poetry you refer to - it’s impact? It’s unity? The tangible rhyme scheme and meter of it? I will just assume all of the above and allow myself to ramble ;)Poetry, to me, is the life spring of human language. Of course we require the oceans of vocabulary and the rivers of practical speech to carry our day to day interactions. But oh, bliss of heaven! to tap into those hidden mountain springs of tranquil and ferocious thought..Poetry is beautiful for its rawness. The rawness of poets like Poe, simultaneously enraptured and terrified by the power of the dark. The rawness of Longfellow and the epic power of his meter (The Seaside and the Fireside). The rawness of dear Lord Byron, sweetly melancholic and aching for all the pain and pride of living..Poetry is unifying. At the core of every human soul pangs the longing for something greater. As a Christian myself, I know this ache in me to be the longing for Heaven. We long to play an integral part in this human drama, and poets from all ages and nations, centuries and backgrounds, they capture and reflect this exquisitely through the language of the life spring. The more poetry I read, the more open I am to different kinds. I’ll read a poem and think to myself, “Oh, how scattered… this is too harsh for my liking.” And then I remember the uniqueness of the soul behind the writing, and the message being sent with a vulnerable spirit, and I see it suddenly in new color. Look into The Poetry Foundation. You just might like what you find.
What do you think this poem, Certainty, means?
If it is real the white light from this lamp, real the writing hand, are they real, the eyes looking at what I write? From one word to the other what I say vanishes. I know that I am alive between parentheses. -Octavio Paz
What does the poet mean when he says, “what is this life if full of care”?
This is not a direct answer to your question.But the phrase in your question reminds me of a lovely poem by Robert Burns, one of my favorite Scottish poets.—————————————Ye flowery banks o’ bonnie Doon,How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair,How can ye chant, ye little birds,And I sae weary, fu’ o’care.Thou’ll break my heart, thou warbling birds,That wanton thro’ the flowery thorns,Thou’ll mind me o’ departed joys,Departed - never to return.——————————————————-Aft hae I rov'd by Bonie Doon,To see the rose and woodbine twine:And ilka bird sang o' its Luve,And fondly sae did I o' mine;Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!And may fause Luver staw my rose,But ah! She left the thorn wi' me.——————————————-Robert Burns, popularly called “farmer poet” or “plougher poet”, as an empathic and poor peasant in 18c. Scotland, must have lived a life “weary and full of care” as did most average people then and today.But he left to us a compassionate and redolent poem out of his life experiences.David KimTo listen to the lyric song:More about the poet: Robert Burns - Wikipedia
Why do you think the poet says that the moon smiles?
On the surface of the moon, the dark areas of the lunar maria, or "seas", contrast with the lighter highlands and very early astronomers perceived in these ‘shadows’, several pareidolic images of a human face, head or body that certain traditions came to recognise as ‘The Man in the Moon’. As the lunar calendar of a 28 day month, which hunter/gathers, and Medieval to Victorian farmers so adhered to, predates the current Gregorian calendar by several thousands of years, earth's satellite was traditionally given a benevolent personality. Having the Man in the Moon smile down on your efforts was a comfort.Or, in Catholic tradition, as Jesus Christ is associated in art and represented by the Sun, His mother is associated and represented by the Moon. By nature, the moon (Mary) generates no light in itself but is illuminated and reflects the life-giving light of the sun (the Son). To have the moon smile is a blessing.Or, in Islamic pre-Mohammedanism history, Al’lah, the moon-god, was the chief deity of over 160 lesser gods, worshiped in Mecca. When the Prophet Mohammed conquered Mecca in 630AD, in the name of the new monotheistic religion, Al’lah was singled out to ultimately be the only Islamic god. To have the moon-god smile is a blessingOr, it’s nicely poetical.
What does this poet mean?
i have to analyze a poem by eve merriam called "like bookends" this is the poem: 1. Like bookends 2. my father at one side 3. my mother at the other 4. propping me up 5. but unable to read 6. what I feel. 7. Were they born with clothes on? 8. Born with rules on? 9. When we sit at the dinner table 10. we smooth our napkins into polite folds. 11. How was your day dear 12. Fine 13. And how was yours dear 14. Fine 15. And how was school 16. The same 17. Only once in a while 18. when we’re not trying so hard 19. when we’re not trying at all 20. our napkins suddenly whirl away 21. and we float up to the ceiling 22. where we sing and dance until it hurts from laughing 23. and then we float down 24. with our napkin parachutes 25. and once again spoon our soup 26. and pass the bread please. What do lines 7&8 mean ?? i got the rest of the poem, i just need help on that part. thanks a bunch :)
The poet says what is the life if full of care what does he mean by full of care?
The poet means, full of worry, responsibility, trouble, concerns, tragedy, work; horrible work that is paid poor wages, failures, obstacles etc.This is why being a child is full of wonder….there is so much less to get in the way and block the beauty of existence.The wise ones are always trying to find their way beyond daily concerns, cares, worry. The wise ones want to know how to be happy in spite of life’s troubles.