Who has a poem or two or more that I can analyze for them?

Question

I love to analyze poems and stories and such. It's one of my favorite hobbies, and an "amazing talent" of mine according to my friends. I'm in a horriblely depressed mood and analyzing poems would help me be happy again. I know I sound kinda wierd, but then again who is not unique in some way? If you have a poem or story I can analyze. Please do send it to me in the answer. Thank you(:

Answer 1

help with this Shakespearean sonnet:

Sonnet 99
The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I condemnèd for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robb'ry had annexed thy breath;
But for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker ate him up to death.
More flow'rs I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or color it had stol'n from thee.

Answer 2

I'm sorry that you are in a depressed mood and it's wonderful that you have the talent to analyze poems. I would be very happy to know what you think of my poem. Thanks and feel better.

"Meaningful Relationship"


The whole question for her
a variation of Hamlet’s question
was she to be for him or was she not to be for him

She sees truth head on with headlights flashing
He sees truth off kilter, slanted
He’ll wallpaper it - paisley prints
to cover up the darkness
the better not to see you
as the wolf said to Red Riding Hood

She didn’t want Henry James’s subtleties
She wanted precision, target practice
He could look squarely in her face, face her down
But dare she do the same to him
Imagine the trembling, trepidation, forbearance
No, she wouldn’t have the courage
She could lose him and losing him
after all the mind tripping
mind playing games to win
this puzzle, this puzzling man
who played continually like
Las Vegas shows and casinos

She wants to tell him in her most
demanding, quarrelsome, querulous voice
Must I always be “on” for you
Must I always be revved up for you
like a motorcycle going past the speed limit
Sometimes this refrain plays in my head
I’m tired
I’m tired of life
I’m tired of living
I’m tired of hoping
What would you do if I sang my suicidal song to you

He said to her I cannot love another culture
She remembered she loved the Japanese culture
He said I am an Irishman
She said I am a Jew
I belong to the Jewish people

Still she wondered why does he want to know her holidays
She remembered his black and white statement
“I cannot love another culture”
Did that mean he was deficient, narrow minded or just brutally honest
Was his attitude the shining star of righteousness
Or was he a Jack-in-the-box
Should she play blind man’s bluff or jacks with him
Then she was back to her variation of Hamlet’s question
But did he even have the interest to question her being

In her dream she introduced him
He’s my friend
He’s not Jewish
Her dead mother did not react
only silence
She continued introducing him to her family
only silence

Then as usual the vividness of the dream made her think,
she was happy to say out loud “my friend”
Saying out loud “my friend” meant this was real
Feeling something to be real
was the greatest magic trick of all her machinations
But he’s not Jewish was a sad reminder
He was the enemy, the other,
the member of the persecution,
prosecution of the Jews

He belonged to that grandiose Catholic Church
He belonged to the grandeur, haughtiness,
stained glass windows and the suffering Christ on the Cross

When they will argue freely,
then will the cannon balls fire, bombs drop?
will he call her Christ killer
and will she spit out Nazi
For all their being civilized, cultured, sophisticated human beings
weren’t all the primitive hurts in their being ripe for explosion

She wanted to dispel his illusions of her
of her having a “woman’s touch”
But she wanted to keep her illusions of him
that he would be the one to make her finally feel love
love for him
the addictive love turning into a multifaceted crystal
crystal ball of future fantasia

The terrible vulnerability of love
like a child hiding between Daddy’s legs
like a child holding Daddy’s hand
Don’t turn off the light and leave
the door open just a crack

One day she would leave him
as if stunned with insect repellant
and easily smashed

Answer 3

A Noiseless Patient Spider by walt whitman



A NOISELESS, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them. 5

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

i didnt quite agree with how my english teacher explained this poem. could you tell me what it could possibly mean? what exactly is the soul reaching out to? a bridge to where? what spheres?

thanks. you could email or post ur interpretation in the comments section. or if u just want to do it for your own satisfaction, you dont need to answer this. i dont want to bother you.

Answer 4

This is one i wrote for my girlfriend

For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I'll be forever thankful baby
You're the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You're the one who saw me through... through it all

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'cause you believed
I'm everything I am

You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I'm grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don't know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
You've been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you

Answer 5

ehem...i'm not very good at this but..here goes: it's kinda short though...

deeply incognisant
her gait impuissant..
the moon and stars
bleak in her eyes
beneath the ocean she lies.
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this one i've posted a few times before...i'm just curious about how you'd analyze it.

A Wedding

lurked in darkness til all be said
uttered love in words conveyed
One starless night as cold as death
vowed and wed thy soul encased
shrouded angel black and veiled
layeth be each night with thee
blood as wine bed of snakes
a matrimony was made.