analysing poems

badaksumbu

1 more for the road...

LIFE, by Helen Harvey,
Ontario Canada

If life where the wind
We would travel the ocean
We would understand the seas
And every moment,
If life were the wind
We'd always be flying
Life would blow by without us knowing
Where would time go?
Would there be such a thing?
We would enjoy every moment
From a higher perspective

what is this poet trying to say...:stp::stp:

mcm mana ye, kalau hidup kita ni mcm angin, kalau ikut poet ni, most of our life will be spent travelling, seeing/enjoying things on a different way...

tahlah...:stp::stp:

badaksumbu

two down, how many more, yup five more rasanya to go...

nanti la ye, tak larat nak pikir...

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Originally posted by badaksumbu at 19/1/04 01:01 AM:
a light one...heheheh...

A girl must be like a blossom
With honey for just one man.
A man must be like honey bee
And gather all he can.
To fly from blossom to blossom
A honey bee must be free,
But blossom must not ever fly
From bee to bee to bee....

mine...

pompuan ni mcm bunga la...kena hias diri cantik2 n tunggu lelaki dtg cari dia, tak boleh dia yg pergi cari lelaki,  lelaki pulak akan pilih antara pompuan2 ni yg mana dia suka, lagi banyak pilihan lagi bagus...dgn kata lain, lelaki boleh berkawan dgn ramai pompuan, tapi pompuan tak boleh buat benda yg sama.....

missed this one too...

yup...a man can sow his oats, but not a woman....she must keep her chastity...:re::re:

badaksumbu

this one pulak...

WHEN THY YOUTH IS SET TO LEAVE

When thy youth is set to leave
He said his voice so deep and soft.
And it is thy old age time to race,
But old age only can drag and shove,
Will some youth be in thee reserved?
To give support to thy old age race?
Or will thy habits be stuck in thee
To spoil thy fun of old age rest?

Again I ask thee he reached to him,
When thy youth is set to flee,
And the fountain of youth in thee
Has reached its topmost peak at end,
And old age knocks the door of life,
What in thee will flee with youth?
And what in youth will stay in thee
To keep the company old age craves?

I speak, I ask, but I tell thee too
He said with piercing eyes of blue,
Though thy aim when young is wild,
Do watch and make thy self to know:
When thy freedom is spent in waste,
Cause fun and joy in youth abused,
Becomes a debt when old to pay,
For what you sow is what you reap.

From the Book - Poems of Life

make the best of what u can do when u're young, don't let it be your old days's burden becoz there's not much u can do by then...

badaksumbu

pls correct me if i'm wrong coz i'm a bit confuse on this one...

Poem: A Love Far Away

Seven years
my heart tears
my eyes break tears
my mind fears,
because I would not speak of my feelings

past tense...seven yrs in agony for loving her n not brave enough to tell her...

Six years ago
tight lips would not let go
my feet move so slow
words would not flow,
except for lies, because I feared humiliation

past tense...yr two (on the seven yrs circle), had tried to tell her, afraid would be rejected/humiliated

Five years a-past
love at-last
but had been surpassed,     
by bundles of childish acts
felt heartbeats skipped

past tense...yr seven (also on the seven yrs circle), together at last but spoiled by childish act/immaturity...

Four years from present
I resent,
lack of words and sense
words from I, "that's not what I meant!"
a sophomore who's a freshman

four years after that(aft the seven yrs)...maybe both of them are now on the first year at a college...breaking up n the poet was thinking that if only he wasn't stubborn/immature enough they would still be together by then...  

Three years vanish
my immatureness banish,
from all lavish                  
and I wish
that I had told her the truth

seven yrs aft that(aft the seven yrs)...on his third yr in college...no more immatureness n no more her, he now wish he would told her the truth before they broke up "that's not what i meant"...

Year as a senior
my love is much more, for
her, but does not show no more,
than before
Graduation night was the last chance

last year at college, love her much more, still doesn't tell her the truth even when the chance is there...graduation night...

Now far away
and the love feeling never swayed
she never quite knew, if my heart was in dismay

now both of them are out of college n probably got their own career, loving her from distance...  

Not her fault, but mine
I committed a crime, convicted of lyin'
that time could not heal
not knowing how she feels
about me

it was all my fault, he said...for not telling the truth n becoz of that won't knew how she actually feels...

'nother year has passed
I feel lonely alas,
wishin' that I would have been
aside as her king,
now I cry of tears
since my love disappeared.

one year after graduation/now, he felt so lonely n is crying of sorrow...the girl is getting married but not with him...:cry::cry:

in short, seven yrs(love in secret n finally had courage to confess)+four yrs(together n breaking up) +three years(alone)+one year(the girl is getting married with someone else)...fifteen yrs altogether...teringat thread acong...bezanya lelaki dlm citer tu sampai sudah tak confess...sedih...:cry::cry:

The Brain — is wider than the Sky —
For — put them side by side —
The one the other will contain
With ease — and You — beside —

The Brain is deeper than the sea —
For — hold them — Blue to Blue —
The one the other will absorb —
As Sponges — Buckets — do —

The Brain is just the weight of God —
For — Heft them — Pound for Pound —
And they will differ — if they do —
As Syllable from Sound —

renung-renungkanlah

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tgh renung nih...
nanti analyse...

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for everybody

The Brain

badaksumbu

;);)

tumpang lalu boleh...

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tumpang analyse skalik, tau...

badaksumbu

try this one 1st...

Reflections
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I've wandered down to the waters edge, to ponder past and a promised pledge.
Like the waves of the sea washing over my feet, my mind takes to wandering past months, days an dweeks.
So far have I come, and yet so far to go. Regret washes over me as waters over stones.
What my heart and my mind may choose to recall, precious memories and yet they cause me to fall.
They keep me from moving from where I must go
forward to new life, new memories, new goals.
Trying to let loose of a past yet too dear,
As it tears at my soul and gives me great fear.
Can I hope as I pray that each day will bring
new content and strengths that will not be as string.
But as the three cords when tied firmly as one,
bind two hearts together as one soul they become.
And so my relection I watch rippling past,
in the waves that do carry my sweet memories to last
out to rivers and oceans that swirl wild and free,
but never gone forever for they are part of me.
I've grown and I've learned from each memory so true,
So, I'll keep them always but hidden from veiw.
Just so they cause not any heartache and pain,
Whether it be to new love or past love in vain.
It's time to move on, leave my past where it lies,
Have my soul carry on, and my heart not to cry.
Since these tears fall when hearts cry out in pain,
cause sorrow to all in my life once again.
Please give me the strength, the will and the might,
to start my new life afresh, free from strife.

this poet is so caught up in his/her memories, he/she finds it hard to move on in life, now seeing his/her reflection in the water, he/she now realise that life must go on, no matter how strong the memories try to hold/stop him/her from doing that...

[ Last edited by badaksumbu on 6-2-2004 at 08:28 AM ]

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si Hidayat nih ..mana lak pi ilang...

badaksumbu

Ghostly love
Dreaming in the land of light and hope
thinking of love, I wander slow
I see a wisp of sentimental smoke
float upon the shadow of a ghost.

I sit beneath the lone willow tree,
and beckon the ghost to sit with me.
we stare at each others lustful qualitys
my life and light, his depth and anonimity

I question lightly can we be,
can this ghost ever be with me
he answers softly and mumbles true
this ghost would like to be with you.

Then I wonder aloud in trust,
why must I wait why not at once?
Ghost replys, it's not for me
to decide what is most just for thee .

Then I feel the lasting torment
of being nothing, a ghosts lament.
I know that now is not the time
for time must pass before I rise.

And when I do then I will see
standing waiting by this tree
the love I miss, finally free
the ghost that will wait for me.

A long embrace we shall share
as we cross this lovers dare
to be true for ever more
leading us to distant shores.

A single kiss shall not be
enough to hold this ghost and me
from the darkness that follows near
we shall bond, our meaning clear.

When we wake at heavens call
our love will be much more than all
these things that now seem so dear
will wash away with a ghostly tear.

Now I wait for that time
when ghost and I will be entwined
together at last for all to see
together forever the ghost and me.

sorang dah mati, sorang belum lagi, se hidup se mati...betul tak? so much in love this poet, all she got in his/her mind is,  death will bring them together, so die she will...

mana boleh mcm ni...

life must go on, cam poem reflection tu...don't let the memories hold u back...

or maybe this poem is about forbidden love, the ghost is some sort of a symbol of his/her lost love, n he/she is actually waiting for the time when they will finally be together...:stp::stp:

badaksumbu

ok, my interpretation on ozzmen punya pulak...

Why Me?

why do you chase my shadow?
Why do you blow my dreams and lough?
Why you left me here alone and leave?
Why you give this bulky thing called life to me?

And Why Do you keep me asking?
It's like I can't find myself out..
And Why Do you feed me..
To fight for you and love that fought me back....

Ozzmen.

this poet could not understand why this woman/man came into his/her life n make him/her falling for her/him n then turned his life upside down n seems to be playing with this poet's feeling...

[ Last edited by badaksumbu on 6-2-2004 at 10:51 PM ]

badaksumbu

for everybody

The Brain

badaksumbu

ok...nanti kasik poem baru...

hi ozzmen, hidayat...:re:

badaksumbu

The Road Not Taken  

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  
And sorry I could not travel both  
And be one traveler, long I stood  
And looked down one as far as I could  
To where it bent in the undergrowth;  

Then took the other, as just as fair,  
And having perhaps the better claim,  
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;  
Though as for that the passing there  
Had worn them really about the same,  

And both that morning equally lay  
In leaves no step had trodden black.  
Oh, I kept the first for another day!  
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,  
I doubted if I should ever come back.  

I shall be telling this with a sigh  
Somewhere ages and ages hence:  
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--  
I took the one less traveled by,  
And that has made all the difference.  

- Robert Frost

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this one cilok by Marq...kat bod books n lit...hehheh..

Saya rasa RF ni sebenarnya terroris...

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood"

Kenapa Yellow wood? Sebab Yellow dalam budaya Broul Sioux/Iroquois (American Indians - RF memang minat dengan budaya American Indians, rujuk biografi RF oleh Max Hayward - "...he lived for more than two years on the prairie, sometimes sheltered by adobe walls...the Shaman instructed him...to start remembering his dreams... ) melambangkan peperangan yang tidak boleh dimenangi (...and they hoisted the yellow clothes, deep in the woods, and they prepared to make their last stand, though they know their spears are useless against the guns of their enemies... and the autumn leaves fell like rain on their corpse..."

"And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood.."

Dalam biografi RF yang ditulis oleh Alfonso Ortiz pula, ada disertakan surat RF kepada seorang rakannya (...and I took the gun, and I aimed it at his head [tak diberitahu siapa, but a lot of people suspect it was the mayor (John Allred Richmond) of the town he was staying in at the time...]... and I stood at the fork in the road, with the gun still smoking... alone.. - RF was a member of the New York's chapter of the Hellfire Club... a club well know for its decadence and debauchery... other members include William Blake and William James - brother of Henry James, as an initiation rite, members of the club have to kill at least one prominent person.. the mayor was reported missing and his body was never found)

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference"

Ini diambil terus dari mimpinya (dalam biografi Ortiz)... "[Sky Spirit - the shaman of the tribe] showed me two beakers, both wooden: one red, one blue, and he said to me; 'Two roads diverged in a wood, and you will take the one less traveled by...And that will make all the difference'...understanding him, I took the red beaker and drank it empty... and I woke up... in a different world...and since then I viewed the world with contempt, and I swore I will not rest until their civilization is a desert of ash..."

IN-

[ Last edited by marquez on 17-11-2003 at 12:17 AM ]

badaksumbu

i didn't understand this one, i meant the translation/interpretation...

as for the poem...

badaksumbu

The Road Not Taken  

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  
And sorry I could not travel both  
And be one traveler, long I stood  
And looked down one as far as I could  
To where it bent in the undergrowth;  

Then took the other, as just as fair,  
And having perhaps the better claim,  
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;  
Though as for that the passing there  
Had worn them really about the same,  

And both that morning equally lay  
In leaves no step had trodden black.  
Oh, I kept the first for another day!  
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,  
I doubted if I should ever come back.  

I shall be telling this with a sigh  
Somewhere ages and ages hence:  
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--  
I took the one less traveled by,  
And that has made all the difference.  

- Robert Frost

i got these 2 interpretation from a forum discussing poems...

1. This poem is usually interpreted as an assertion of individualism, but critic Lawrence Thompson has argued that it is a slightly mocking satire on a perennially hesitant walking partner of Frost's who always wondered what would have happened if he had chosen their path differently.       
       
2. i haven't read this poem in over a year, but i think i remember some of the symbolism. it's about two roads, right? well that's like two paths of life. one path is to do what's right, and the other path is to just go with what everyone else does. most people choose to do whatever everyone else is doing, and very few people choose to do what's right. the poem says that he took the path less traveled... he did what he believed to be right, regardless of what other people did or thought. i hope that helps you a little, it would probably help more if i remembered specifics of the poem.
       
mine...i would go for the 2nd one...the poet did what he believed to be right (he choosed the risky one) n hoping that if not, he can go back n take the 2nd road...

on the last lines..."i shall be telling this with a sigh", maybe the poet now regretted his choice but nothing can be done to undo it...  

marquez's interpretation...banyak kali dah baca, masih lagi tak paham kecuali robert frost ni mcm terrorist n poem ni berkaitan dgn cara hidup dia tu...guess i'm going to have to read it back over n over again...that i will do...

p/s: is this(marquez's) the way lit people analyze poems...

[ Last edited by badaksumbu on 13-2-2004 at 02:28 PM ]