Fern Hill Analysis

Death is every common thing in the United States, for people die every day through natural causes, accidents, and murder. Everyone, at some point of his or her lives experienced a loss of a dear loved one; evidently, each person experiences his or her own recovery differently at his or her own pace. Death can even be considered a great therapist because it leaves the person in strong state of closure. In the death chapter, two literary pieces, "after great pain a formal feeling comes--" by Emily Dickinson and "Fern Hill" by Dylan Thomas, taught me that there similar or common trend stages in approaching grief and maturity can be death itself to a person’s childish happiness. In the literary piece, "after great pain a formal feeling comes--"
It was the death of my childhood. As a child, I had crazy imagination. Colors, shapes, cups, plates were all fascinating to me. When I think of it, I was a very interesting child. My two favorite things to do or be at as kid, besides TropiKidz, was actually my room and playing videogames. My room was a treasure trove of wonders from pillow forts, to my favorite endless toy chest and bouncing trampoline-like bed. In addition, I had a Nintendo GameCube. I played Mario, Sonic, Kirby, even MegaMan games on it. I took pride in my sanctuary or my little escape. The sense of happiness and enjoyment is homologous to that of boy in “Fern Hill”. The boy was “ …About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green” as I was ecstatic to play in my room. The color green is the poem means harmony in the literary sense. Therefore, as Thomas sprinkle the word green in his childhood on Fern hill, he respected this time as a peaceful and enjoyable; the same notion I agree on. He loved the calls of the animals, the starry nights, and apple boughs on Fern Hill as kid. However, we both grew up. I actually do not view my room the same way anymore just like the boy on Fern Hill. My room that was once was scattered with amusement became more modern and mature. The videogames were placed in a box in a corner as storage, my fun bouncy, soft bed was exchange for a new medium hard bed, and all my toys donated away to charity. My room is just a bedroom. Even, my television was thrown out. My bedroom only fit the purpose of two objectives which are sleeping arrangement and clothing storage. It saddens me how much fun I use to have there, and I even had sleepovers and my friends said that room was the best. The same happened to the boy on Fern Hill. His heaven became an opposite for him. It proves to that time plays a factor on people. It is not objects that change; it the people who use them.