Firstly, the poem ‘The Widower in the Country’ conveys the grief and emotions accompanying the loss of a loved one. He captures depressing emotions by using connotations of ‘Widower’ and ‘Country’ in the title. By using these connotations Murray associates the loneliness of being a widower and the seclusion of the country to enhance the sorrow of losing a loved one.…
This Victorian poem is about the narrator (a fallen woman), the Lord and Kate. It is a ballad which tells the story from the narrator’s perspective about being shunned by society after her ‘experiences’ with the lord. The poem’s female speaker recalls her contentment in her humble surroundings until the local ‘Lord of the Manor’ took her to be his lover. He discarded her when she became pregnant and his affections turned to another village girl, Kate, whom he then married. Although the speaker’s community condemned the speaker as a ‘fallen’ woman, she reflects that her love for the lord was more faithful than Kate’s. She is proud of the son she bore him and is sure that the man is unhappy that he and Kate remain childless. Some readers think that she feels more betrayed by her cousin than the lord. This poem is a dramatic monologue written in the Victorian era.…
Before coming to a conclusion as to what really happened several ideas from the story have to come in to play. When her father died she couldn't accept it and it took several people to convince her that he was dead and to let them bury the body. According to the townspeople he ran off her suitors and robbed her of finding true love and fulfillment. She never seemed able to accept the fact that time was passing and things were changing and maybe this led to her having a fear of being alone. Last but not least she was probably tired of all the town talking about her all the time and may have believed this was her way of solving the talk and being left alone. She did have an image to uphold.…
Her mother died and her family had scattered away from their roots. She journeys upon this trail to try and find herself again, who she was before her mom died and her family scattered apart. The narrator journeys upon this life-threatening trail. “Her boots fell off which blistered her feet and rubbed them raw, they’d caused my nails to blacken and to detach from her toes” Even doing this life-threatening pain she pushed through the trail and journeyed on to find herself. She learned a lot from that experience and that journey made her stronger mentally and physically prepared to overcome…
The narrator has a swirl of emotions and leaves the house, building on her jealousy for hope. She has no clue where she is going or what she is doing and then an idea hits her, she feels the urge to destroy the marigolds, to take away the hope they seems impossible and misplaced. One day the narrator stomps and smashes the marigolds the reality hits her, this had helped no one, destroying the hope of others, all that ruining the marigolds did was to bring the narrator to a realization ofher childish actions,that she was an adult, and should act like one. That she should create hope for herself and her family by being mature, sophisticated, and helping her parents, not destroy the hope that others had so dearly cared for. She realizes that the old lady had worked hard to nurture and grow her hope, her joy, her marigolds, that destroying them was wrong, and it brought no one else any hope, it just took someone's away. Her childish actions of rebellion had left her. The lines “ and they was the moment that childhood faded and womanhood began. The violent, crazy act was the last act of childhood. For as I gazed at the immobile face with sat and weary eyes, I gazed upon a kind of reality that is hidden to childhood. The witch was no longer a witch but only a lonely old woman who dared to create beauty in the midst so of ugliness and sterility. She had been born in squalor and lived in it all her life ow at the end of tent life she nothing but a falling down hut” communicate these…
Human beings by nature are social creatures, physically and emotionally. Like all things, they come and go;and, this will leave them at one point or another all alone, isolated from the rest. A timeless truth, we can find ourselves in at one point in our lives. Isolation being detached or exclude from the rest is known in ancient time a punishment that is worse than death because it is like being the dead among the living. for example The anglo-saxon wife's lament . this poem is about a wife who is exiled by her husband. The author uses figurative language, such as imagery, caesura, and personification to convey the sense of isolation by setting the mood,tone,and symbolic meaning.…
The poem is written in the past tense, and tells a love story between Anyone and Noone. Only in one stanza is the present tense used, as they "dream their sleep", which is a happy ending to a bittersweet story. The women and men of the town were not concerned with anyone or Anyone. They didn't acknowledge anyone unless the other person benefited them. The children in the town were innocent, so they were able to see the love between Anyone and Noone. As time passed, the children were no longer innocent, they have grown up and become the "women and men". The cycle of birth, childhood, adulthood and decline is very apparent in each stanza. The lovers were at the top of the hierarchy, individuals who were happy and didn't blend in with everyone else. The mundane "women and men" who live a life of inadequacy and lastly, the children, who will become the "women and men" and repeat the cycle of dullness.…
The words in this poem were easy to understand. The word or phrase I found impacted me was “thy vows are all broken” this indicated that the couple was married. It allows for me to feel the despair the author may be feeling.…
"Somehow, she became the family’s big shame, as if we’d somehow failed—failed her as we had failed ourselves,"(Pham 215).…
She says, “When you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide – plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.” Even after a short time of enduring severe depression, one can feel overwhelmed with sadness and grief, and they begin having reoccurring thoughts of suicide. She is afraid she is going to become insane, and take the “plunge…” perhaps off a bridge? Above all, she is afraid she is going to harm her newborn child. If, by her own hands, her baby is harmed, she will be destroyed from the inside- out because a new child is supposed to be something happy… a joyous occasion, but her depression is preventing just that. She hates feeling this way. She believes it to be “revolting,” like the awful yellow of the…
The poem is told from the narrator’s perspective. It begins with the narrator building a house, but nothing was aligned, as it should be. The wood even began to rot and maggots infest his hard work. He claimed that unlike Christ, he is no carpenter, but went on to build his dream home with only his needs in mind. At times, he hammered his own thumb and cursed while he worked; but in the end, he celebrated his own hard work with his favorite whiskey. For a short time, the house was strong and all that it should have been, but then it “screamed,” settled and was anything but what he had…
When the poem opens the exile of the narrator is immediately stated, “Off to the wanderer, weary of exile, Cometh God’s pity, …”(1-2). This informs the readers that it has been long since the wanderer has begun his exile. He is tired and weary, and God himself shows him pity. The character no longer had a home or a place of importance to him. He has no friends or loved ones in which he can confide in. “ No man is living, no comrade left. To whom I dare fully unlock my heart.”(10-11). The loss of those mentioned is the source for the character’s exile. He wants a new home, somewhere he will be accepted and can be at peace again.…
The last thing she wanted to do was run away, but that was all she knew how to do. Run, run, and continue running. How could someone like her be the salvation of a disappearing race? Such thoughts plagued her mind until she felt the familiar warmth that only emitted from Reuna, his words stinging deeply. What did he know about harsh realities? He had no idea what she was going through. Not so long ago she was living in a lavish palace where servants were at her beck and call. Edmund was always chasing after her with a lecture on the tip of his tongue for her unladylike actions after getting the order to collect the wayward princess. Edmund… just the reminder of him made it feel like the wind had knocked out of her lungs and she was suffocating.…
It is a routine that we go through that who could have thought would come out the way it always does, a routine with an end of which we have often seen with our own eyes, but would also shock the undiscerning. And then the end nears…and we still don’t care. We draw our lot, and it is clean—as if our own souls are, that is—big deal, we put the piece of paper in our pocket and it is immediately forgotten. And then the end springs at us…we look the person who’s drawn the dotted lot—look him as if our own souls are anything but the piece of paper he has picked—with stranger’s eyes. We stone him to death, we forget who he is—friend, family member, father, son, husband…and he dies. We go about our chores again and walk and talk as if our civil hands were clean and leave the slaughtered lamb with a triumphant smile because we have won again, we did not draw the cursed lot, he did. It doesn’t matter who ‘he’ is—as long as it’s not we. Our own eyes have beheld the same old scene, but the heart only remembers—and doesn’t feel. We do not care if it would be we who would die next year, as long as we are left living today. We see not nor expect the time of our own downfall—we caused the downfall of another one today and it’s what matters at the…
The author went through a lot of depression and sadness, her husband was executed, she couldn't express herself in her poems as much as she could, her poems had to be less personal, and she couldn't publish anything for a certain amount of years. Her son was also imprisoned. So I think that she is directing her depression back to Lot's wife, the wife really didn't want to leave, she didn't want to let go of the memories of where her children played, where her and her friends talked and gossiped, where she birthed her children. Any woman wouldn't have a desire to leave the one place where her family had so many memories. As a interpretation I have gotten from the poem, I believe that Lot's wife was only happy in the village, and GOD couldn't stand to have the city stand any…