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  • Writer's pictureIsabelle K.

For every second

Updated: Jan 13, 2022

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.

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