analysing poems

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How hardly I concealed my tears,
...How oft did I complain!
When, many tedious days, my fears
...Told me I loved in vain.

But now my joys as wild are grown,
...And hard to be concealed;
Sorrow may make a silent moan,
...But joy will be revealed.

I tell it to the bleating flocks,
...To every stream and tree;
And bless the hollow murmuring rocks
...For echoing back to me.

Thus you may see with how much joy
...We want, we wish, believe;
'Tis hard such passion to destroy
...But easy to deceive.

.....Song by Anne Wharton (?1659-85)

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k..i will give my interpretation..
soon arr..

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How hardly I concealed my tears,
...How oft did I complain!
When, many tedious days, my fears
...Told me I loved in vain.
 the poet is having an unrequited love

But now my joys as wild are grown,
...And hard to be concealed;
Sorrow may make a silent moan,
...But joy will be revealed.
 it seems the poet is happy

I tell it to the bleating flocks,
...To every stream and tree;
And bless the hollow murmuring rocks
...For echoing back to me.
 happiness that is great and abundance

Thus you may see with how much joy
...We want, we wish, believe;
'Tis hard such passion to destroy
...But easy to deceive.
 happy just for loving..

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k..try this different sytle of poem...asyik2 love jer..

DULCE ET DECORUM EST1

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,  
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,  
Till on the haunting flares2 we turned our backs  
And towards our distant rest3 began to trudge.  
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots  
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;  
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots4  
Of tired, outstripped5 Five-Nines6 that dropped behind.

Gas!7 Gas! Quick, boys!

badaksumbu

pengalaman poet masa perang dunia pertama kan...

DULCE ET DECORUM EST1

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,  
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,  
Till on the haunting flares2 we turned our backs  
And towards our distant rest3 began to trudge.  
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots  
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;  
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots4  
Of tired, outstripped5 Five-Nines6 that dropped behind.

ni masa dia move toward the enemy, dgn terbongkok2, dgn lumpurnya, sampai la kena serang bertubi2, undur balik dlm keadaan penat n separuh sedar...

Gas!7 Gas! Quick, boys!

badaksumbu

one for the road...

WHAT IF LIFE?, 12-08-02
By B. Allen, Woodcrest Dr. 37745

What if life only lasted a day,
Do you think we'd appreciate it better?
What if life was like hell,
Do you think we would dream?

badaksumbu

1 more for the road...

LIFE, by Helen Harvey,

badaksumbu

again, 1 more for the road...jgn marah...lepas ni lambat lagi nak login...

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

with these 3 poems, i now say my goodbye for now...

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mak oi..byknye...abih
cuti teman heheeh...

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WHAT IF LIFE?, 12-08-02
By B. Allen, Woodcrest Dr. 37745

What if life only lasted a day,
Do you think we'd appreciate it better?
--------we would appreciate life if we know it is short
and when it ends

What if life was like hell,
Do you think we would dream?
About a life like we have now?
---------we would appreciate something good when we had
something that is bad

What if in life we had everything,
Do you think it would get boring?
---------yes, when we had everything, life will be boring n we
hunger for more

Why want another life?
Your life is perfect already
----------Appreciate the life you have, God created it tailor-made
just for you

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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
-----------Life is fleeting, so enjoy it while you can..

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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?
----remember to take good care of your youth
or you will repent and regret it when your are
old

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?
------Be mature along with your age, age
gracefully

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.
--------If you do misdeeds when you抮e
young, it will backfire to you when
you抮e old卼it for tat

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'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.

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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.

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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.

OZZMEN

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.

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welkam Ozzy....hehehheh...

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?
-----the poet was left by his/her lover to face
a lonely life...

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....
----the poet still cannot forget his/her love....

badaksumbu

mine pulak...

one for the road...

WHAT IF LIFE?, 12-08-02
By B. Allen, Woodcrest Dr. 37745

What if life only lasted a day,
Do you think we'd appreciate it better?
What if life was like hell,
Do you think we would dream?
About a life like we have now?
What if in life we had everything,
Do you think it would get boring?
Why want another life?
Your life is perfect already

learn to appreciate your life while u can, life is simple if you want it to be that way, it'll be complicated if u make it a complicated one...

badaksumbu

yg enam (banyaknya) lagi tu nanti la ye...

badaksumbu

termiss pulak yg ni...

How hardly I concealed my tears,
...How oft did I complain!
When, many tedious days, my fears
...Told me I loved in vain.

poet used to cry, complain coz he/she thought that his/her love was unreturned...  

But now my joys as wild are grown,
...And hard to be concealed;
Sorrow may make a silent moan,
...But joy will be revealed.

I tell it to the bleating flocks,
...To every stream and tree;
And bless the hollow murmuring
...For echoing back to me.

this one...maybe she now realise that his/her fears are out of nothing n his/her joy is now shown in every way...

Thus you may see with how much joy
...We want, we wish, believe;
'Tis hard such passion to destroy
...But easy to deceive

We want, we wish, believe;...put this in your heart n u might get what u wish for or there'll be nothing that can stop u from loving someone...

message i get from this poem, don't get over excited/unexcited over something...  

.....Song by Anne Wharton (?1659-85)

edit sket...lupa ada translation kat tepi...

[ Last edited by badaksumbu on 29-1-2004 at 01:09 AM ]