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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You Poem by Pablo Neruda I do not love you except because I love you;  I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love;  I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. The poet expresses the true love the narrator has for his beloved. But the sad part is that this love is one sided. The narrator is deeply in love with his beloved but sadly his beloved does not love him back. The first stanza of the poem starts with the description of the love the narrator has for his beloved. He loves her from the...

Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. The purpose of this poem is to inform the reader of an opinion about the end or the destruction of the world. That the world will end in the embers of fire or the world will end in the ice. The rhythm is unchanged. The regular beat that is created suggests a simple tone, similar to that of a nursery rhyme. The rhythm is only interrupted by the change of meter. The change in meter is used to place importance on certain parts of the poem. Because of the brief dimeter lines, an additional use may be to force the reader to look back and interpret the preceding lines. The concept of fire and ice has a deep connotation that encourages memory of the sensitivity they embody. for example fire gives rise to heat and lightne...

She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways By: William Wordsworth She dwelt among the untrodden ways         Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise        And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone         Half hidden from the eye! -Fair as a star, when only one          Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know        When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh,          The difference to me! This poem was written by William Wordsworth. William Wordsworth was born in 1770 and died in 1850. This poem was written in Germany and published in 1798. In 17 eras there was known as the romantic age. The poem that includes in romantic age tells about sympathy, dream, and believe in liberty. Those of all have melancholy and lonely tone. This poem is incl...

Fire and Ice By Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire,  Some say in ice.  From what I’ve tasted of desire  I hold with those who favor fire.  But if it had to perish twice,  I think I know enough of hate  To say that for destruction ice  Is also great  And would suffice. Analysis: Rhyme: ABAABCBCB Stanzas and Lines: 1 stanza and 9 lines Imagery: Taste (From what I’ve tasted of desire) Figure of Speech: Simile (From what I’ve tasted of desire) Personal Opinion: This poem was written by Robert Frost in December 1920. This poem tells us about how the world will end (obviously?). Some say that it will end in fire, and some say in ice. “Fire” here, in my opinion, would mean “hatred”, and “Ice” would mean “ignorance”. By hating or ignoring what’s important to us, this world would surely be destroyed. He implied here that “from what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire”, me...

Hello! Now I will tell you about one of the great poem from a great poet. His name is William Blake. William Blake was born in November 28 th 1757 at London, England and died in August 12 th 1827. William Blake is also an artist in Renaissances. The poem that I want to tell you is A Poison Tree. A Poison tree is published in 1974 as a part of Song of Experience collections.                 This poem tells about a person that has anger. Anger is complicated thing. You have to know how and when to keep it or unleashed it. In this poem William Blake tells that Anger could make a different. Right from the start William Blake tells that when he has anger with his friend it was easy. Just tell him and the anger is gone. But different thing is when he has anger with his foe. Anger with his foe did not end with just tell him. So he keeps his anger and the anger did grow.       ...

Auto Wreck by Karl Shapiro Its quick soft silver bell beating, beating, And down the dark one ruby flare Pulsing out red light like an artery, The ambulance at top speed floating down Past beacons and illuminated clocks Wings in a heavy curve, dips down, And brakes speed, entering the crowd. The doors leap open, emptying light; Stretchers are laid out, the mangled lifted And stowed into the little hospital. Then the bell, breaking the hush, tolls once. And the ambulance with its terrible cargo Rocking, slightly rocking, moves away, As the doors, an afterthought, are closed. We are deranged, walking among the cops Who sweep glass and are large and composed. One is still making notes under the light. One with a bucket douches ponds of blood Into the street and gutter. One hangs lanterns on the wrecks that cling, Empty husks of locusts, to iron poles. Our throats were tight as tourniquets, Our feet were bound with splints, but now, Like convalescents i...

"Last Night I dreamed of Chickens"  by Jack Prelutsky   Last night I dreamed of chickens, there were chickens everywhere, they were standing on my stomach, they were nesting in my hair, they were pecking at my pillow, they were hopping on my head, they were ruffling up their feathers as they raced about my bed. They were on the chairs and tables, they were on the chandeliers, they were roosting in the corners, they were clucking in my ears, there were chickens, chickens, chickens for as far as I could see... when I woke today, I noticed there were eggs on top of me.       This poem is about someone who had dream about chickens, and chickens are found everywhere in the house and then later after the speaker woke up there are eggs found in the house.   A nalysis     Type of poem : Free verse ( poems which do not follow the rules, and have no rhyme or rhythm; but they are still an artistic expression. )   Stan...

Apart by Faiezati Here and there.. Far apart through kilometres The moon shines yet the sky is the same We told the universe How you loved to watch the sun sets How I love to watch the sun rises How we love to stare at the empty sky

The Rose Family by Robert Frost The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose.  ANALYSIS Rhyme Scheme : ABAB 1. First Line “The rose is a rose,” Diction: symbolic Tone: calming Meaning: Beauty is beauty no matter what, the rose is beautiful for what it is, not its smell or texture or any other specific characteristics. Roses have several different colors and each color represents something, red - love, energy; white - fresh, perfection; pink - best condition/degree, compassion; yellow - smart. 2. Second Line “And was always a rose” Diction: Symbolic Tone: Proud Meaning: The rose was always beautiful. 3. Third Line “But the theory now goes” Meaning: Logic and proof cannot be used to prove beauty. 4. Fourth Line "That the a...

I’m Nobody! Who are you? (260) Emily Dickinson , 1830 - 1886 I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog –  To tell one’s name – the livelong June –  To an admiring Bog! “I’m Nobody! Who are you?” Summary The speaker exclaims that she is “Nobody,” and asks, “Who are you? / Are you— Nobody—too?” If so, she says, then they are a pair of nobodies, and she admonishes her addressee not to tell, for “they’d banish us—you know!” She says that it would be “dreary” to be “Somebody”—it would be “public” and require that, “like a Frog,” one tell one’s name “the livelong June— / To an admiring Bog!” Form The two stanzas of “I’m Nobody!” are highly typical for Dickinson, constituted of loose iambic trimeter occasionally including a fourth stress (“To t...

“The Broken Heart” by John Donne He is stark mad, who ever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so soon decays, But that it can ten in less space devour; Who will believe me, if I swear That I have had the plague a year ? Who would not laugh at me, if I should say, I saw a flask of powder burn a day ? Ah, what trifle is a heart, If once into Love’s hands it come! All other griefs allow a part To other griefs, and ask themselves but some, They come to us, but us Love draws, He swallows us, and never chaws: By him, as by chain-shot, whole ranks do die, He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry. If`there not so, what did become Of my heart, when I first saw thee ? I brought a heart into the room, But from the room, I carried non with me; If it had gone to thee, I know Mine would have taught thy heart to show More pity unto me: but Love, alas, At one first blow did shiver it as glass POEM ANALYSIS ...

The Irony of That Universe By Chandraswari Swastya Respati The universe we are grabbing It ends us up enjoying strolling Once, Twice, Thrice, We catch the shoot on our eyes, kids are begging for food with tears falling on their cheeks Our thumbs are the saviours of theirs from being starving We have got a waterfall made of honey Also a never-ending warm chimney Instead of spending a million for the vision, we choose that universe-sourced satisfaction Both eyes are nailed on Freya and her nation Incubus get us, Succubus rules us Then here comes the chained one Revealing its omen once its chain is broken Many call believing in its omen is gross, to hide themselves standing on the side of its pros They act like bosses, when they are actually kneeling down to Koalemos The Interpretation “The universe we are grabbing” Grabbing here shows gadgets that are fit in our hand. “The universe we are grabbing” means the virtual world, th...