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Natasha Parker
Week 2
Since this week’s appraisals I have selected the following three poems; “My grandmother’s love letters” by Hart Crane, “The road not taken” Robert Frost, as well as “Richard Cory” by Edward Arlington Robinson.
My Grandmother’s Love Letters
By Hart Crane (1899-1932)
There are no stars tonight
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.
There is even room enough
For the letters of my mother’s mother,
Elizabeth,
That have been passed so long
Into the corner of the roof
That they are brown and soft,
And liable to melt as snow.
Over the greatness of such space
Steps must be gentle.
It is all hung by an invisible …show more content…
The scenery is a forest, in the fall. The man stances for a extensive time observing down both paths. He knew he could not tourism both paths as a single person, and he would have to indicate which on to take. He unambiguous to take the one less voyaged. As soon as he ongoing down the path he indicated he knew he would not be back to attempt the other road. Essentially he had made his verdict and had to stick with it. But by enchanting the one less toured it made all the variance. I ponder this is a metaphor on life, we can revenue the road that utmost revenue. The informal road and go somewhere. Nevertheless by captivating the tougher road or the road less voyaged it will be further satisfying.
Line one, three, and four had quatrains; line one had kindling at the conclusion and line three had erected at the end where line four had could at the end. This is an instance of a virile rhyme. Lines six, eight, and nine had words on the conclusion of the sentence that rhymed; fair, wear, and there. Lines 11, 13, and 14 had words at the end that rhymed; lay, day, and way. I ponder the edifice of this poem is from a story viewpoint.
Richard …show more content…
This poem invokes up descriptions of a opulent, stylish, attractive man. Approaching into town, and all the towns people, or masses just glare at him. All the towns’ individuals resented him, and required to be him, owed to his edification, refinement, and prosperity. He sported extravagant attires I depiction a ostentatious sequenced suite like Elvis sported. Then one night he went home and devoted suicide.
I consider that this poem is a metaphor that currency, affluence, trinkets, and good appearances can’t buy you contentment. Every further finale word pretty much rhymes. And I ponder it is inscribed in a stanza. I found that this poem had a vibrant declaration for the reader. Be contented where you are, the lawn is not continuously greener on the other side.
References
Thiel, D. (2005). Crossroads. New York, NY: Longman.
Plunkett, A. (n.d.). My Grandmother’s Love Letters. Poetry Foundation. Retrieved July 1, 2014, from http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177645
Plunkett, A. (n.d.). Richard Cory. Poetry Foundation. Retrieved July 1, 2014, from