I need help with poetry?

Question

Can anyone help me.. I gotta do a reading on any poem, a brief background on the author and an interpretation of the poem.. Please help asap!

Answer 1

I always loved this poem by William Ernest Henley

Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Answer 2

I think "Charge of the Light Bigade" is an awesome poem. The poem is about a battle between the Cossacks and Russians. The poem points out the battle field and the cruelty of war. It's written b Alfred Lord Tonyson. You can find about him from the wiki.

Answer 3

There are lots of great poems and lots of great poets, whom you can do research on. A good site to find good poems is PoemHunter.com.

Answer 4

You might try Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allen Poe. There is plenty of write-ups on both the poem and the author that you can get easily off the web...plus it is a very haunting love poem to his departed love.

http://72.14.253.104/search?q=cache:FixMmurlUhYJ:oldpoetry.com/opoem/1443+Poe+annabelle+lee+poem+and+interpretation&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=7&gl=us

One reviewer had this to say:

A few years before his death he was married to the love of his life Virginia (his cousin) “ She was a child and I was a child’ she was only 13 when they where married he was 26. Then his love grew ill, feel in to a coma and died, “A wind blew out of a cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabel Lee; “(getting sick) “ and bore her away from me to shut her up in a sepulcher” her coma. “ and neither the angels in heaven above” he smoked opium which gave him the feeling of fling and looking into the heavens, “ nor the demons under the sea” he would drink and see his demons, “could ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee; --“ nothing he could do could erase her from his love. “ And so all the night tide I lie down by the side, of my darling my darling my life and my bride, in her sepulcher there by the sea—in her tomb by the side of the sea” Poe takes his life drinking himself in to a coma his own sepulcher as to die metaphorically by the side of his bride