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Valentanchur
Joined: 10 Jun 2008
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Location: Denmark
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 Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 1:24 am Post subject: Comparing these two poems? |
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| Aunt Jennifer's TigersAdrienne Rich Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen,Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.They do not fear the men beneath the tree;They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.Aunt Jennifer's finger fluttering through her woolFind even the ivory needle hard to pull.The massive weight of Uncle's wedding bandSits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer's hand.When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lieStill ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.The tigers in the panel that she madeWill go on prancing, proud and unafraid. andPIANOBy D.H. LawrenceSoftly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;Taking me back down the vista of years, till I seeA child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling stringsAnd pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of songBetrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belongTo the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outsideAnd hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamourWith the great black piano appassionato. The glamourOf childish days is upon me, my manhood is castDown in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past. So, what do you think. How are they similar? Thanks |
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Val
Joined: 25 Nov 2007
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| Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 4:37 am Post subject: Comparing these two poems? |
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| once you get past the AA BB rhyme scheme that screams at you, the biggest similarity is in their theme. both are about how each moment of our past embroiders and gives meaning to our present. |
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ValAmomyral
Joined: 11 Jul 2008
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Location: Bermuda
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| Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 7:51 am Post subject: Comparing these two poems? |
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| The impression on a child of observing an adult ernestly doing some activity because they love to do it, especially an activity involving creativeness, lasts long after the adult is gone. It becomes an emotional tie to the past for the child even into maturity and beyond. Both poems dramatize this phenomenon. |
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