A Soldier by Robert Frost:
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.
This is a poem from a poet who we have looked at this year, Robert Frost. I chose this poem because of what it means. It means we watch as wars wage on and we idly watch as people we know and love die for a petty cause and overtime they simply become a memory. What we don't know is he who fought and died know more about life than we who stand by and watch. I think that has a deep thought that we who stand by and watch should try and understand.
A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe:
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?
This is a poem from a poet we have not yet looked at, Edgar Allen Poe. I chose this poem because I simply thought it was interesting. The way I see it is our world is corrupt and most of us don't see the reality. It sounds like he wants to wake up from this corrupt dream that is our world and see the reality. I believe that the world today is as corrupt as the poem made it out to be and that we should wake up and see the reality.
There is Another Sky by Emily Dickinson:
There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
This is a poem that I simply just like by Emily Dickinson. This poem can be interpreted in several ways but the way I see it, it is comparing heaven and Earth and shows heaven as welcoming. I like this because as a religious person I enjoyed the comparison. I also like their thought on how they think heaven would look.