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AMERICAN POEMS
Welcome to American Poems. This website is dedicated to showcasing the greatest American poets, both the classics and the up and comingcontemporaries.
TOP 40 POEMS
There are over 8,000 poems on the American Poems website, but a number of them have proven to be more popular than the others. Specifically we have picked out 40 poems that are read, analyzed and enjoyed above and beyond the rest. IN PLASTER – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn’t need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality — She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I was THE MEADOW – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING Half the day lost, staring at this window. I wanted to know just one true thing. about the soul, but I left thinking for thought, and now – two inches of snow have fallen. over the meadow. Where did I go, how long was I out looking for you?, who would never leave me, mywithness, my here.
THE DUCK – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND Behold the duck It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is special fond Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottomsups.
TITLE DIVINE
In other poems, Dickenson uses religious metaphors to relay the sacredness of personal love experience. In this poem, she does the same. This personal love experience appears to be that of the “other woman” who will never be a wife in name, but believes the title is hers in experience: “Title divine is mine. THE DEMIURGE’S LAUGH It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail, Though I knew what I hunted was no true god. i was just as the light was beginning to fail That I suddenly head–all I needed to hear: It has lasted me many and many a year. The sound was behind me instead of before, A sleepy sound, but mocking half, As one who utterly couldn’t care. YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS. YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain’d and hand-cuff’d with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron?. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene in your rooms, Who am I, that I should call you more UNFORTUNATE COINCIDENCE By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying – Lady, make a note of this: One ofyou is lying.
PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER IN HIS TWENTY-SECOND YEAR October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, Wear his old hat cocked over his ear.AMERICAN POEMS
Welcome to American Poems. This website is dedicated to showcasing the greatest American poets, both the classics and the up and comingcontemporaries.
TOP 40 POEMS
There are over 8,000 poems on the American Poems website, but a number of them have proven to be more popular than the others. Specifically we have picked out 40 poems that are read, analyzed and enjoyed above and beyond the rest. IN PLASTER – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn’t need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality — She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I was THE MEADOW – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING Half the day lost, staring at this window. I wanted to know just one true thing. about the soul, but I left thinking for thought, and now – two inches of snow have fallen. over the meadow. Where did I go, how long was I out looking for you?, who would never leave me, mywithness, my here.
THE DUCK – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND Behold the duck It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is special fond Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottomsups.
TITLE DIVINE
In other poems, Dickenson uses religious metaphors to relay the sacredness of personal love experience. In this poem, she does the same. This personal love experience appears to be that of the “other woman” who will never be a wife in name, but believes the title is hers in experience: “Title divine is mine. THE DEMIURGE’S LAUGH It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail, Though I knew what I hunted was no true god. i was just as the light was beginning to fail That I suddenly head–all I needed to hear: It has lasted me many and many a year. The sound was behind me instead of before, A sleepy sound, but mocking half, As one who utterly couldn’t care. YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS. YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain’d and hand-cuff’d with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron?. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene in your rooms, Who am I, that I should call you more UNFORTUNATE COINCIDENCE By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying – Lady, make a note of this: One ofyou is lying.
PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER IN HIS TWENTY-SECOND YEAR October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, Wear his old hat cocked over his ear. THE FURY OF OVERSHOES They sit in a row outside the kindergarten, black, red, brown, all with those brass buckles. Remember when you couldn’t buckle your own overshoe or tie your own overshoe or tie your own shoe or cut your own meat and the tears running down like mud because you fell off your tricycle? Remember, big fish, when you couldn’t swim and simply slipped under like a stone frog? I TOOK MY POWER IN MY HAND — I took my Power in my Hand — And went against the World — ‘Twas not so much as David — had — But I — was twice as bold — I aimed by Pebble — but Myself Was all the one that fell — Was it Goliath — was too large — Or was myself — too small? BEHOLD, THE GRAVE OF A WICKED MAN The key is in the last two lines ‘if the spirit is just, why did the maiden weep’ It is a comment on society and religion and our notions of what we beleive should happen to someone that is ‘wicked’ As a society we seek to punish those who do something we consider wrong (theft, murder, etc.) and fail to see them as more than a sum of theiractions.
STEPPING BACKWARD
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I’m fifty; still good-by. This is the leave we never really take. If you were dead or gone to live in China The event might draw your stature in my mind. I should be forced to look upon you whole The way we look upon the things we lose. We see each other daily and in segments; Parting might make us meet anew, entire.PAN WITH US
Pan came out of the woods one day,– His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray of the moss of walls were they,– And stood in the sun and looked his fill At wooded valley and wooded hill. He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand, On a height of naked pasture land; In all the country he did command He saw no smoke and he saw no roof. That was well! and he stamped a hoof. ABOARD AT A SHIP’S HELM. ABOARD, at a ship’s helm, A young steersman, steering with care. A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock’d by the waves. O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing, Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place. For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell’s admonition, The bows turn,—the “IT WAS WRONG TO DO THIS,” SAID THE ANGEL “It was wrong to do this,” said the angel. “You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin.” “Not so,” quoth the man Who had no fear of spirits; “It is only wrong for angels Who can live like the flowers, Holding malice like the puppies, Waging war like the lambkins.” SHILOH – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND A Requiem. Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the fields in cloudy days, The forest-field of Shiloh – Over the field where April rain Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain Through the pause of night That followed the Sunday fight Around the church of Shiloh – The church, so lone, the log-built one, That echoed to many a parting groan And natural prayer OfRONDEAU REDOUBLE
The same to me are somber days and gay. Though Joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright, Because my dearest love is gone away Within my heart is melancholy night. My heart beats low in loneliness, despite That riotous Summer holds the earth in sway. In cerements my spirit is bedight; The same to me are somber days and gay. THE GENIUS OF THE CROWD there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day. and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace. those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have loveAMERICAN POEMS
Walt Whitman. Stephen Crane. Adrienne Rich. Carl Sandburg. H.D. Ezra Pound. Amy Lowell. e. e. cummings. Remember, all of the 234 poets currently listed on American Poems website, along with each of their 8025 poems, can be found in the po ets section!TOP 40 POEMS
There are over 8,000 poems on the American Poems website, but a number of them have proven to be more popular than the others. Specifically we have picked out 40 poems that are read, analyzed and enjoyed above and beyond the rest. IN PLASTER – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING In Plaster. I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn’t need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality —. SheTITLE DIVINE
In other poems, Dickenson uses religious metaphors to relay the sacredness of personal love experience. In this poem, she does the same. This personal love experience appears to be that of the “other woman” who will never be a wife in name, but believes the title is hers in experience: “Title divine is mine. THE MEADOW – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING The Meadow. Half the day lost, staring. at this window. I wanted to know. just one true thing. about the soul, but I left thinking. for thought, and now –. two inches of snow have fallen. over the meadow. THE DUCK – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND The Duck. Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is special fond. Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottoms ups. YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS. YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain’d and hand-cuff’d with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron?. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene in your rooms, Who am I, that I should call you more UNFORTUNATE COINCIDENCE Unfortunate Coincidence. By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is. Infinite, undying –. Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying. FOR JOHN, WHO BEGS ME NOT TO ENQUIRE FURTHER Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me. And if I tried to give you something else, something outside of myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope. PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER IN HIS TWENTY-SECOND YEAR October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, Wear his old hat cocked over his ear.AMERICAN POEMS
Walt Whitman. Stephen Crane. Adrienne Rich. Carl Sandburg. H.D. Ezra Pound. Amy Lowell. e. e. cummings. Remember, all of the 234 poets currently listed on American Poems website, along with each of their 8025 poems, can be found in the po ets section!TOP 40 POEMS
There are over 8,000 poems on the American Poems website, but a number of them have proven to be more popular than the others. Specifically we have picked out 40 poems that are read, analyzed and enjoyed above and beyond the rest. IN PLASTER – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING In Plaster. I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn’t need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality —. SheTITLE DIVINE
In other poems, Dickenson uses religious metaphors to relay the sacredness of personal love experience. In this poem, she does the same. This personal love experience appears to be that of the “other woman” who will never be a wife in name, but believes the title is hers in experience: “Title divine is mine. THE MEADOW – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING The Meadow. Half the day lost, staring. at this window. I wanted to know. just one true thing. about the soul, but I left thinking. for thought, and now –. two inches of snow have fallen. over the meadow. THE DUCK – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND The Duck. Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is special fond. Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottoms ups. YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS. YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain’d and hand-cuff’d with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron?. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene in your rooms, Who am I, that I should call you more UNFORTUNATE COINCIDENCE Unfortunate Coincidence. By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is. Infinite, undying –. Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying. FOR JOHN, WHO BEGS ME NOT TO ENQUIRE FURTHER Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me. And if I tried to give you something else, something outside of myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope. PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER IN HIS TWENTY-SECOND YEAR October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, Wear his old hat cocked over his ear. STILLBORN – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND Stillborn is a poem of mourning, a lament, at the missing element in the poems that would turn lifeless words into ‘living’ creations. Stillbirth is very effective imagery for the process of a poem not coming ‘to life’. Reply. Emily says: November 28, 2005 at 4:58 pm. Quick clarification on Jessica’s comment. I TOOK MY POWER IN MY HAND — I took my Power in my Hand — And went against the World — ‘Twas not so much as David — had — But I — was twice as bold — I aimed by Pebble — but Myself Was all the one that fell — Was it Goliath — was too large — Or was myself — too small? BEHOLD, THE GRAVE OF A WICKED MAN Behold, the grave of a wicked man. Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with violets, But the spirit grasped her arm. “No flowers for him,” he said. The maid wept: “Ah, I loved him.”. But the spirit, grim and frowning: ABOARD AT A SHIP’S HELM. ABOARD, at a ship’s helm, A young steersman, steering with care. A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock’d by the waves. O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing, Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place. For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell’s admonition, The bows turn,—the ALL IGNORANCE TOBOGGANS INTO KNOW the lack of knowledge quickly moves into knowledge and slowly goes back into ignorance you once had But when you lose winter, you can’t gain more knowledge and you will continue to become ignorant. even if winter was a longer time we would still forget the knowledge we once gained we had possession of knowledge for a short time too short of a time that we can’t gain it backPAN WITH US
Pan with Us. Pan came out of the woods one day,–. His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray of the moss of walls were they,–. And stood in the sun and looked his fill. At wooded valley and wooded hill. He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand, On a height of “IT WAS WRONG TO DO THIS,” SAID THE ANGEL “It was wrong to do this,” said the angel. “You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin.” “Not so,” quoth the man Who had no fear of spirits; “It is only wrong for angels Who can live like the flowers, Holding malice like the puppies, Waging war like the lambkins.” THE GENIUS OF THE CROWD there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day. and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace. those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love SHILOH – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND A Requiem. Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the fields in cloudy days, The forest-field of Shiloh – Over the field where April rain Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain Through the pause of night That followed the Sunday fight Around the church of Shiloh – The church, so lone, the log-built one, That echoed to many a parting groan And natural prayer OfRONDEAU REDOUBLE
The same to me are somber days and gay. Though Joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright, Because my dearest love is gone away Within my heart is melancholy night. My heart beats low in loneliness, despite That riotous Summer holds the earth in sway. In cerements my spirit is bedight; The same to me are somber days and gay.AMERICAN POEMS
Welcome to American Poems. This website is dedicated to showcasing the greatest American poets, both the classics and the up and comingcontemporaries.
TOP 40 POEMS
There are over 8,000 poems on the American Poems website, but a number of them have proven to be more popular than the others. Specifically we have picked out 40 poems that are read, analyzed and enjoyed above and beyond the rest. IN PLASTER – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn’t need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality — She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I wasGHOST HOUSE
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls, And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.. O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field; The orchard tree has grown one copse Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; The footpath down to the well THE MEADOW – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING Half the day lost, staring at this window. I wanted to know just one true thing. about the soul, but I left thinking for thought, and now – two inches of snow have fallen. over the meadow. Where did I go, how long was I out looking for you?, who would never leave me, mywithness, my here.
THE DUCK – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND Behold the duck It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is special fond Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottomsups.
TITLE DIVINE
In other poems, Dickenson uses religious metaphors to relay the sacredness of personal love experience. In this poem, she does the same. This personal love experience appears to be that of the “other woman” who will never be a wife in name, but believes the title is hers in experience: “Title divine is mine. YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS. YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain’d and hand-cuff’d with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron?. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene in your rooms, Who am I, that I should call you more UNFORTUNATE COINCIDENCE By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying – Lady, make a note of this: One ofyou is lying.
PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER IN HIS TWENTY-SECOND YEAR October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, Wear his old hat cocked over his ear.AMERICAN POEMS
Welcome to American Poems. This website is dedicated to showcasing the greatest American poets, both the classics and the up and comingcontemporaries.
TOP 40 POEMS
There are over 8,000 poems on the American Poems website, but a number of them have proven to be more popular than the others. Specifically we have picked out 40 poems that are read, analyzed and enjoyed above and beyond the rest. IN PLASTER – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn’t need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality — She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I wasGHOST HOUSE
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls, And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.. O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field; The orchard tree has grown one copse Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; The footpath down to the well THE MEADOW – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING Half the day lost, staring at this window. I wanted to know just one true thing. about the soul, but I left thinking for thought, and now – two inches of snow have fallen. over the meadow. Where did I go, how long was I out looking for you?, who would never leave me, mywithness, my here.
THE DUCK – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND Behold the duck It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is special fond Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottomsups.
TITLE DIVINE
In other poems, Dickenson uses religious metaphors to relay the sacredness of personal love experience. In this poem, she does the same. This personal love experience appears to be that of the “other woman” who will never be a wife in name, but believes the title is hers in experience: “Title divine is mine. YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS. YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain’d and hand-cuff’d with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron?. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene in your rooms, Who am I, that I should call you more UNFORTUNATE COINCIDENCE By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying – Lady, make a note of this: One ofyou is lying.
PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER IN HIS TWENTY-SECOND YEAR October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, Wear his old hat cocked over his ear. NO RACK CAN TORTURE ME No Rack can torture me — My Soul — at Liberty — Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One — You cannot prick with saw — Nor pierce with Scimitar — Two Bodies — therefore be — Bind One — The Other fly — The Eagle of his Nest No easier divest — And gain the Sky Than mayest Thou —. Except Thyself may be Thine Enemy — Captivity is Consciousness — So’s Liberty.A WOUNDED DEER
A Wounded Deer — leaps highest — I’ve heard the Hunter tell — ‘Tis but the Ecstasy of death — And then the Brake is still! The Smitten Rock that gushes! The trampled Steel that springs! A Cheek is always redder Just where the Hectic stings!. Mirth is the Mail of Anguish In which it Cautious Arm, Lest anybody spy the blood And “you’re hurt” exclaim! BEHOLD, THE GRAVE OF A WICKED MAN The key is in the last two lines ‘if the spirit is just, why did the maiden weep’ It is a comment on society and religion and our notions of what we beleive should happen to someone that is ‘wicked’ As a society we seek to punish those who do something we consider wrong (theft, murder, etc.) and fail to see them as more than a sum of theiractions.
“IT WAS WRONG TO DO THIS,” SAID THE ANGEL “It was wrong to do this,” said the angel. “You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin.” “Not so,” quoth the man Who had no fear of spirits; “It is only wrong for angels Who can live like the flowers, Holding malice like the puppies, Waging war like the lambkins.” I TOOK MY POWER IN MY HAND — I took my Power in my Hand — And went against the World — ‘Twas not so much as David — had — But I — was twice as bold — I aimed by Pebble — but Myself Was all the one that fell — Was it Goliath — was too large — Or was myself — too small? UNFORTUNATE COINCIDENCE By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying – Lady, make a note of this: One ofyou is lying.
I REMEMBERED
There never was a mood of mine, Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull, But you could ease me of its fever And give it back to me more beutiful. In many another soul I broke the bread, And drank the wine and played the happy guest, But I was lonely, I remembered you; Theheart belong to
LANGUAGES – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND THERE are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance. It is a river, this language, Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course Changing its way to the ocean. It is mountain effluvia Moving to valleys And from nation to nation Crossing borders and mixing. Languages die like rivers. Words wrapped round your tongue today And broken to SHILOH – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND A Requiem. Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the fields in cloudy days, The forest-field of Shiloh – Over the field where April rain Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain Through the pause of night That followed the Sunday fight Around the church of Shiloh – The church, so lone, the log-built one, That echoed to many a parting groan And natural prayer Of THE DOG – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND The writer, Gerald Stern,is both the undertaker and the lover of this utterly alive, loudly barking, dead dog. The body of the dog, and the silence of that slain animal,speak more loudly now, in their distant and cold departure, than words could ever speak.AMERICAN POEMS
Welcome to American Poems. This website is dedicated to showcasing the greatest American poets, both the classics and the up and comingcontemporaries.
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There are over 8,000 poems on the American Poems website, but a number of them have proven to be more popular than the others. Specifically we have picked out 40 poems that are read, analyzed and enjoyed above and beyond the rest. PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER IN HIS TWENTY-SECOND YEAR October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, Wear his old hat cocked over his ear. IN PLASTER – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn’t need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality — She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I wasTITLE DIVINE
In other poems, Dickenson uses religious metaphors to relay the sacredness of personal love experience. In this poem, she does the same. This personal love experience appears to be that of the “other woman” who will never be a wife in name, but believes the title is hers in experience: “Title divine is mine.GHOST HOUSE
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls, And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.. O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field; The orchard tree has grown one copse Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; The footpath down to the well YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS. YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain’d and hand-cuff’d with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron?. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene in your rooms, Who am I, that I should call you more THE MEADOW – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING Half the day lost, staring at this window. I wanted to know just one true thing. about the soul, but I left thinking for thought, and now – two inches of snow have fallen. over the meadow. Where did I go, how long was I out looking for you?, who would never leave me, mywithness, my here.
THE DUCK – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND Behold the duck It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is special fond Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottomsups.
UNFORTUNATE COINCIDENCE By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying – Lady, make a note of this: One ofyou is lying.
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Welcome to American Poems. This website is dedicated to showcasing the greatest American poets, both the classics and the up and comingcontemporaries.
TOP 40 POEMS
There are over 8,000 poems on the American Poems website, but a number of them have proven to be more popular than the others. Specifically we have picked out 40 poems that are read, analyzed and enjoyed above and beyond the rest. PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER IN HIS TWENTY-SECOND YEAR October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, Wear his old hat cocked over his ear. IN PLASTER – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn’t need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality — She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I wasTITLE DIVINE
In other poems, Dickenson uses religious metaphors to relay the sacredness of personal love experience. In this poem, she does the same. This personal love experience appears to be that of the “other woman” who will never be a wife in name, but believes the title is hers in experience: “Title divine is mine.GHOST HOUSE
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls, And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.. O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field; The orchard tree has grown one copse Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; The footpath down to the well YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS. YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain’d and hand-cuff’d with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron?. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene in your rooms, Who am I, that I should call you more THE MEADOW – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING Half the day lost, staring at this window. I wanted to know just one true thing. about the soul, but I left thinking for thought, and now – two inches of snow have fallen. over the meadow. Where did I go, how long was I out looking for you?, who would never leave me, mywithness, my here.
THE DUCK – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND Behold the duck It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is special fond Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottomsups.
UNFORTUNATE COINCIDENCE By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying – Lady, make a note of this: One ofyou is lying.
I TOOK MY POWER IN MY HAND — I took my Power in my Hand — And went against the World — ‘Twas not so much as David — had — But I — was twice as bold — I aimed by Pebble — but Myself Was all the one that fell — Was it Goliath — was too large — Or was myself — too small?A WOUNDED DEER
A Wounded Deer — leaps highest — I’ve heard the Hunter tell — ‘Tis but the Ecstasy of death — And then the Brake is still! The Smitten Rock that gushes! The trampled Steel that springs! A Cheek is always redder Just where the Hectic stings!. Mirth is the Mail of Anguish In which it Cautious Arm, Lest anybody spy the blood And “you’re hurt” exclaim!OUR WHOLE LIFE
Our whole life a translation the permissible fibs. and now a knot of lies eating at itself to get undone. Words bitten thru words ~~ meanings burnt-off like paint under the blowtorch. All those dead letters rendered into the oppressor’s language. Trying to tell the doctor where it hurts like the Algerian who waled form his village, burning. his whole body a could of pain and there are no “IT WAS WRONG TO DO THIS,” SAID THE ANGEL “It was wrong to do this,” said the angel. “You should live like a flower, Holding malice like a puppy, Waging war like a lambkin.” “Not so,” quoth the man Who had no fear of spirits; “It is only wrong for angels Who can live like the flowers, Holding malice like the puppies, Waging war like the lambkins.” URIEL – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin’d itself Into calendar months and days.. This was the lapse of Uriel, Which in Paradise befell. Once, among the Pleiads walking, Sayd overheard the young gods talking; And the treason, too long pent, To his ears was evident. The young deities discuss’d Laws of form, and metre just, Orb, quintessence LANGUAGES – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND THERE are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance. It is a river, this language, Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course Changing its way to the ocean. It is mountain effluvia Moving to valleys And from nation to nation Crossing borders and mixing. Languages die like rivers. Words wrapped round your tongue today And broken to SHILOH – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND A Requiem. Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the fields in cloudy days, The forest-field of Shiloh – Over the field where April rain Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain Through the pause of night That followed the Sunday fight Around the church of Shiloh – The church, so lone, the log-built one, That echoed to many a parting groan And natural prayer Of THE GENIUS OF THE CROWD there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day. and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace. those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have loveRONDEAU REDOUBLE
The same to me are somber days and gay. Though Joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright, Because my dearest love is gone away Within my heart is melancholy night. My heart beats low in loneliness, despite That riotous Summer holds the earth in sway. In cerements my spirit is bedight; The same to me are somber days and gay. THE ROSE OF MIDNIGHT THE moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; Her pollen is the dew. Her pollen is the mist that swings Across her face of dreams: Her pollen is the April rain, Filling the April streams.. Her pollen is eternal life, Endless ambrosial foam. It feeds the swarming stars and fills Their hearts with honeycomb.. The earth is but a passion-flower WithAMERICAN POEMS
Welcome to American Poems. This website is dedicated to showcasing the greatest American poets, both the classics and the up and comingcontemporaries.
TOP 40 POEMS
There are over 8,000 poems on the American Poems website, but a number of them have proven to be more popular than the others. Specifically we have picked out 40 poems that are read, analyzed and enjoyed above and beyond the rest. IN PLASTER – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn’t need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality — She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I wasTITLE DIVINE
In other poems, Dickenson uses religious metaphors to relay the sacredness of personal love experience. In this poem, she does the same. This personal love experience appears to be that of the “other woman” who will never be a wife in name, but believes the title is hers in experience: “Title divine is mine. THE MEADOW – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING Half the day lost, staring at this window. I wanted to know just one true thing. about the soul, but I left thinking for thought, and now – two inches of snow have fallen. over the meadow. Where did I go, how long was I out looking for you?, who would never leave me, mywithness, my here.
YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS. YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain’d and hand-cuff’d with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron?. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene in your rooms, Who am I, that I should call you more ABOARD AT A SHIP’S HELM. ABOARD, at a ship’s helm, A young steersman, steering with care. A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock’d by the waves. O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing, Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place. For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell’s admonition, The bows turn,—the THE DUCK – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND Behold the duck It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is special fond Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottomsups.
PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER IN HIS TWENTY-SECOND YEAR October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, Wear his old hat cocked over his ear. FOR JOHN, WHO BEGS ME NOT TO ENQUIRE FURTHER Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me. And if I tried to give you something else, something outside of myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope.AMERICAN POEMS
Welcome to American Poems. This website is dedicated to showcasing the greatest American poets, both the classics and the up and comingcontemporaries.
TOP 40 POEMS
There are over 8,000 poems on the American Poems website, but a number of them have proven to be more popular than the others. Specifically we have picked out 40 poems that are read, analyzed and enjoyed above and beyond the rest. IN PLASTER – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one, And the white person is certainly the superior one. She doesn’t need food, she is one of the real saints. At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality — She lay in bed with me like a dead body And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I wasTITLE DIVINE
In other poems, Dickenson uses religious metaphors to relay the sacredness of personal love experience. In this poem, she does the same. This personal love experience appears to be that of the “other woman” who will never be a wife in name, but believes the title is hers in experience: “Title divine is mine. THE MEADOW – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING Half the day lost, staring at this window. I wanted to know just one true thing. about the soul, but I left thinking for thought, and now – two inches of snow have fallen. over the meadow. Where did I go, how long was I out looking for you?, who would never leave me, mywithness, my here.
YOU FELONS ON TRIAL IN COURTS. YOU felons on trial in courts; You convicts in prison-cells—you sentenced assassins, chain’d and hand-cuff’d with iron; Who am I, too, that I am not on trial, or in prison? Me, ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain’d with iron, or my ankles with iron?. You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs, or obscene in your rooms, Who am I, that I should call you more ABOARD AT A SHIP’S HELM. ABOARD, at a ship’s helm, A young steersman, steering with care. A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock’d by the waves. O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing, Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place. For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell’s admonition, The bows turn,—the THE DUCK – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND Behold the duck It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is special fond Of a puddle or a pond. When it dines or sups, It bottomsups.
PHOTOGRAPH OF MY FATHER IN HIS TWENTY-SECOND YEAR October. Here in this dank, unfamiliar kitchen I study my father’s embarrassed young man’s face. Sheepish grin, he holds in one hand a string of spiny yellow perch, in the other a bottle of Carlsbad Beer.. In jeans and denim shirt, he leans against the front fender of a 1934 Ford. He would like to pose bluff and hearty for his posterity, Wear his old hat cocked over his ear. FOR JOHN, WHO BEGS ME NOT TO ENQUIRE FURTHER Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me. And if I tried to give you something else, something outside of myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope.A WOUNDED DEER
A Wounded Deer — leaps highest — I’ve heard the Hunter tell — ‘Tis but the Ecstasy of death — And then the Brake is still! The Smitten Rock that gushes! The trampled Steel that springs! A Cheek is always redder Just where the Hectic stings!. Mirth is the Mail of Anguish In which it Cautious Arm, Lest anybody spy the blood And “you’re hurt” exclaim! KNOWS HOW TO FORGET! A poem is something which may have different interpretation accordingly . According to me this poem has two different analysis One is that the poem is about emotional feelings . The poet has someone who had died and she just cant seem to forget the person . so shes asking everyone that we know how to forget things like things we learn in school or something someone has told us but can someone IF YOU CAN’T EAT YOU GOT TO If you can’t eat you got to. smoke and we aint got nothing to smoke:come on kid. let’s go to sleep if you can’t smoke you got to. Sing and we aint got. nothing to sing;come on kid let’s go to sleep. if you can’t sing you got to die and we aint got. Nothing todie,come on kid
LANGUAGES – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND THERE are no handles upon a language Whereby men take hold of it And mark it with signs for its remembrance. It is a river, this language, Once in a thousand years Breaking a new course Changing its way to the ocean. It is mountain effluvia Moving to valleys And from nation to nation Crossing borders and mixing. Languages die like rivers. Words wrapped round your tongue today And broken to URIEL – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin’d itself Into calendar months and days.. This was the lapse of Uriel, Which in Paradise befell. Once, among the Pleiads walking, Sayd overheard the young gods talking; And the treason, too long pent, To his ears was evident. The young deities discuss’d Laws of form, and metre just, Orb, quintessence SHOW BIZ – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND Do you have any comments, criticism, paraphrasis or analysis of this poem that you feel would assist other visitors in understanding the meaning or the theme of this poem by Charles Bukowski better?I REMEMBERED
There never was a mood of mine, Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull, But you could ease me of its fever And give it back to me more beutiful. In many another soul I broke the bread, And drank the wine and played the happy guest, But I was lonely, I remembered you; Theheart belong to
MY NOVEMBER GUEST
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, She’s glad her simple worsted grady Is silver now withclinging mist.
SIDEKICKS – AMERICAN POEMS – ANALYSIS, THEMES, MEANING AND They were never handsome and often came with a hormone imbalance manifested by corpulence, a yodel of a voice or ears big as kidneys.. But each was brave. More than once a sidekick has thrown himself in front of our hero in order to receive the bullet or blow meant for that perfect face and body.. Thankfully, heroes never die in movies and leave the sidekick alone. THE ROSE OF MIDNIGHT THE moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; Her pollen is the dew. Her pollen is the mist that swings Across her face of dreams: Her pollen is the April rain, Filling the April streams.. Her pollen is eternal life, Endless ambrosial foam. It feeds the swarming stars and fills Their hearts with honeycomb.. The earth is but a passion-flower With* Poets
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