For every second
Updated: Jan 13
This poem is about trying your best and taking chances, just because you don't get the outcome you wanted doesn't mean you need to give up. The sadness and despair you can fell from having to deal with a loss.
The analyzation and summary of the poems below.
By: Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
I think this poem is about some sort of replacement of nature by treating that tree like a woman, saying things about her hair and arms but it is a tree. Not a woman This poem is basically all personification. The tone of this poem felt light hatred to me.
A Dream Within A Dream
By: Edgar Allan
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
I think this poem is about saying goodbye to a loved one and apologizing in a
way. The rest of the poem is about questioning the reality of life and thinking about whether or not it is an illusion, a dream within a dream. The tone of this poem is somber and depressing.
No man is an island
By: John Donne
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
I think this poem is about the importance of others and not being a small part of something larger and the contact / communication of one another. This poem is often using metaphors and the tone of this poem was thoughtful.