Thursday, October 28, 2010

What is the message behind theese poems?

Song by Aphra Behn



O Love! that stronger art than wine,

Pleasing delusion, witchery divine,

Wont to be prized above all wealth,

Disease that has more joys than health;

Though we blaspheme thee in our pain,

And of thy tyranny complain,

We are all bettered by they reign.





What reason never can bestow

We to this useful passion owe;

Loves wakes the dull from sluggish ease,

And learns a clown the art to please,

Humbles the vain, kindles the cold,

Makes misers free, and cowards bold;

鈥橳is he reforms the sot from drink,

And teaches airy fops to think.





When full brute appetite is fed,

And choked the glutton lies and dead,

Thou new spirits dost dispense

And 鈥檉inest the gross delights of sense:

Virtue unconquerable aid

That against Nature can persuade,

And makes a roving mind retire

Within the bounds of just desire;

Cheerer of age, youth kind unrest,

And half the heaven of the blest!





Variations on the Word Love





This is a word we use to plug

holes with. It's the right size for those warm

blanks in speech, for those red heart-

shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing

like real hearts. Add lace

and you can sell

it. We insert it also in the one empty

space on the printed form

that comes with no instructions. There are whole

magazines with not much in them

but the word love, you can

rub it all over your body and you

can cook with it too. How do we know

it isn't what goes on at the cool

debaucheries of slugs under damp

pieces of cardboard? As for the weed-

seedlings nosing their tough snouts up

among the lettuces, they shout it.

Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising

their glittering knives in salute.



Then there's the two

of us. This word

is far too short for us, it has only

four letters, too sparse

to fill those deep bare

vacuums between the stars

that press on us with their deafness.

It's not love we don't wish

to fall into, but that fear.

this word is not enough but it will

have to do. It's a single

vowel in this metallic

silence, a mouth that says

O again and again in wonder

and pain, a breath, a finger

grip on a cliffside. You can

hold on or let go.



Margaret AtwoodWhat is the message behind theese poems?
POETRY ANALYSIS.



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How to Read a Poem



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Poetry Revision



http://www.poetryexpress.org/



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http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/



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http://www.tnellen.com/cybereng/analysis鈥?/a>



http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/display/i鈥?/a>



http://www.newi.ac.uk/englishresources/w鈥?/a>

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