poetry analysis poetry analysis?

2009-11-15 6:11 pm
the poem is :
This is your hour -creep upon it!
summon your power, leap upon it!
Grasp it,clasp it, hold it tight!
strike it, spike it, with full might!
if you take too long to ponder,
opportunity might wander.
climb out, climb up, climb on higher!
fumble,tumble, risk a tumble!
pluck and grit will find out how.
preserve although you tire-
while a spark is left, there;s fire.
distrust doubt; doubt is a liar.
even it all mankind jeer you
you can force the world to cheer you

-What is the tone of voice of this poem?.
-distrust doubt; doubt is a liar. (Alliteration) how does that do to the poem?
thanks
更新1:

first thing that comes out of your mind after reading the poem?

回答 (2)

2009-11-15 6:39 pm
✔ 最佳答案
First thing was that I think the line should be, "even if all mankind jeer you" and "what does that to the poem. Try to write more carefully. You're asking others to help you and you have no regard about whether they have to struggle to understand what you mean. Why should they?

The tone is optimism
2016-04-04 12:32 pm
What of 'Miniver Cheevy' by Edwin Arlington Robinson, which is so expressive of the frustrations of living in the modern world and of seeking the comforts and securities of the past, expressed in vivid images. Of course, the rhyme and perfect meter of the poem are themselves artifacts of the poetry of an earlier age, and thus the poem becomes more specifically and indictment of literary modernism. Good luck! Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed the seasons; He wept that he was ever born, And he had reasons. Miniver loved the days of old When swords were bright and steeds were prancing; The vision of a warrior bold Would set him dancing. Miniver sighed for what was not, And dreamed, and rested from his labors; He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot, And Priam's neighbors. Miniver mourned for the ripe renown That made so many a name so fragrant; He mourned Romance, now on the town, And Art, a vagrant. Miniver loved the Medici, Albeit he had never seen one; He would have sinned incessantly Could he have been one. Miniver cursed the commonplace And eyed a khaki suit with loathing; He missed the mediaeval grace Of iron clothing. Miniver scorned the gold he sought, But sore annoyed was he without it; Miniver thought, and thought, and thought, And thought about it. Miniver Cheevy, born too late, Scratched his head and kept on thinking; Miniver coughed, and called it fate, And kept on drinking.


收錄日期: 2021-05-01 00:11:15
原文連結 [永久失效]:
https://hk.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20091115101131AANVm9t

檢視 Wayback Machine 備份