analysing poems

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Originally posted by badaksumbu at 4/1/04 09:20 PM:
satu lagi....thread sama...

If freckles were lovely, and day was night
And measles were nice and a lie won抰 be a lie
Life would be delight,
But things couldn抰 go right
For in such a sad pl ...

we cannot be someone else...everything is all pre-ordained卌annot be exchanged

badaksumbu

malam nanti i'll try to give mine...

seribulan

right here waiting....

wahhh...bersemangat eh korg...sorry aku dah lama tk masuk bod ni...kind of neglecting it...asyik sebokkan info pasal Meecha jer aku ni...dah lama tk kasi kedit gak kat org2 yg post sini...neway u guys are doin a fine job here...

sori ah tkder mase nk tulis poem baru...aku tau aku penah post poem ni masa aku cipta poem ni dulu tapi mase tu aku tk suruh korg analyse kan...ok ni poem aku tulis very the easy nk analyse..

tk tau nk taruk title apa punya poem
Hark! Does thee hear gusts of wind pangs across the pane?
Or maybe thy not...
Sound of my shattered heart suffice to deafen universe, is the proof of my pain,
But maybe thou heart falls short...
Of compassion and mercy thine soul no gain.

My bleeding heart, Oh my bleeding heart!
How thy clasps it with the treachery dart.
Thou wretchedly wrenched this tender flower,
whose petals have long yearned sweet November's shower.

Sun rays shines yonder,
scorching crisp dried-blood stain.
Why thence this foolish heart grows fonder?
Beseeching trickle of thine love grain.

My aching heart, Oh my aching heart!
Fails to stop crying in shame.
Vines I taut has fallen apart.
All things gone by thou viled game.

Nurana

poems and poems again... nice one :bg:

seribulan

welcome aboard Nurana...
tak mau submit urs ke??
marilah meriahkan suasana....

badaksumbu

n kalau rajin tolong la analyse poem2 kat sini...

hi bulan...ampun...lambat sikit kasik interpretation...masalah negara...ngeh ngeh ngeh...

badaksumbu

here goes...betul ke tak betul tak tau la...

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

                                                 - Dylan Thomas

maybe this poet's father was not a very nice person during his healthy days n now...facing his old age/death...tak sempat nak buat baik..."do not go gentle into that good night" means most of all will get old n die someday...be good/nice while u can before it's too late...mcm lagu "heart of gold" tu...

badaksumbu

2nd one...

If freckles were lovely, and day was night
And measles were nice and a lie won’t be a lie
Life would be delight,
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I

If earth was heaven and now was hence
And past was present, and false was true
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For such a pretence
You wouldn’t be You

If fear was plucky, and globes were square
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair
Yet they’d all despair
For if here was there
We couldn’t be We

e.e. cummings

can't expect everything/everybody is perfect coz there're usually not...sometimes that's what makes life/love interesting/fun...

badaksumbu

yg ni pulak...

The Flea a poem by John Donne  


Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.

Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met,
And cloistered in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that, self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

*Cruel and sudden, hastthou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself, nor me the weaker now;
'Tis true, then learn how false fears be:
Just so much honor, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee

ada couple ni...yg pompuan ni pregnant...sebelum diorang kahwin...lepas tu menyesal...family pun tak bagi support...rasa cam nak bunuh si lelaki couple dia tu, lepas tu nak bunuh diri pulak... "Though use make you apt to kill me,Let not to that, self-murder added be, And sacrilege, three sins in killing three"...jadinya tiga nyawa akan terkorban...

part last (*) tu tak berapa sure la apa maksud dia...

p/s: betul ke ni?

seribulan

heheheheh...tergelak bulan
baca...

ps...ur watching to many
horror movies...kekekkekekek..

badaksumbu

yg bhai ni pulak...

Hark! Does thee hear gusts of wind pangs across the pane?
Or maybe thy not...
Sound of my shattered heart suffice to deafen universe, is the proof of my pain,
But maybe thou heart falls short...
Of compassion and mercy thine soul no gain.

My bleeding heart, Oh my bleeding heart!
How thy clasps it with the treachery dart.
Thou wretchedly wrenched this tender flower,
whose petals have long yearned sweet November's shower.

Sun rays shines yonder,
scorching crisp dried-blood stain.
Why thence this foolish heart grows fonder?
Beseeching trickle of thine love grain.

My aching heart, Oh my aching heart!
Fails to stop crying in shame.
Vines I taut has fallen apart.
All things gone by thou viled game...


jap lagi la...


p/s: interpretation macam tak sama je semua...ok...ciao for now...

seribulan

Hark! Does thee hear gusts of wind pangs across the pane?
Or maybe thy not...
Sound of my shattered heart suffice to deafen universe, is the proof of my pain,
But maybe thou heart falls short...
Of compassion and mercy thine soul no gain.

              - the broken-hearted poet has a heartless lover


My bleeding heart, Oh my bleeding heart!
How thy clasps it with the treachery dart.
Thou wretchedly wrenched this tender flower,
whose petals have long yearned sweet November's shower.
-the damn lover broke the poet抯 heart

Sun rays shines yonder,
scorching crisp dried-blood stain.
Why thence this foolish heart grows fonder?
Beseeching trickle of thine love grain.

               -but still the foolish poet yearns for the cruel lover

My aching heart, Oh my aching heart!
Fails to stop crying in shame.
Vines I taut has fallen apart.
All things gone by thou viled game.

                   -still misses the unscrupulous lover

seribulan

cilok dr bod books n lit..my interpretation

Mark but this flea, and mark in this
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.
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connotation here..darah the lady
dah bersatu ngan the poet sebab
telah diisap by flea (kutu)...jadik
ada pertalian / ikatan darah antara mereka..

Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met
And cloistered in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that, self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
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flea menjadik lambang/simbol perkahwinan
antara poet ngan the lady in question...and
poet merayu jgn dibunuh flea yg menjadik
lambang perhubungan mereka..

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and sayst that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now;
'Tis true, then learn how false fears be;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

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namun the lady killed the flea...which disappointed
the poet..

badaksumbu

sian kutu tu...:cry::cry: pelik la poem ni...

[ Last edited by badaksumbu on 7-1-2004 at 08:47 AM ]

badaksumbu

mine on this one pulak...

Hark! Does thee hear gusts of wind pangs across the pane?
Or maybe thy not...
Sound of my shattered heart suffice to deafen universe, is the proof of my pain,
But maybe thou heart falls short...
Of compassion and mercy thine soul no gain.

poet baru tau his/her loved one already have someone else in his/her life n doesn't seem to mind of how hurt he/she is...

My bleeding heart, Oh my bleeding heart!
How thy clasps it with the treachery dart.
Thou wretchedly wrenched this tender flower,
whose petals have long yearned sweet November's shower.

there goes all hopes n dreams...

Sun rays shines yonder,
scorching crisp dried-blood stain.
Why thence this foolish heart grows fonder?
Beseeching trickle of thine love grain.

regret....why do i have to fall in love with u before...

My aching heart, Oh my aching heart!
Fails to stop crying in shame.
Vines I taut has fallen apart.
All things gone by thou viled game...

now...love...gone with the wind...:cry::cry:

kesian...cinta putus di tengah jalan...org dah tak suka...nak buat camner...

that's what i understand of this one...

[ Last edited by badaksumbu on 7-1-2004 at 09:18 AM ]

badaksumbu

You Can't Say~ by Qi Yu~Alll About Eve

You can say all things must end
You can smile and even pretend
And you can turn and walk away so easily
But you can't say you don't love me any more
You can dream of what might have been
You can cry for what won't pass again
And you can say there is every reason you should leave
But you can't say you don't love me anymore
You can say I'm right you are wrong
You can make your plans to find somebody else
But I can't believe you can carry on
We know what should be said
But you can't find the words instead you say
All things must endYou can smile and even pretend
And you can turn and say you are leaving me for good
But you can't say you don't love me anymore
You can dream of what might have been
You can smile and even pretend
And you can turn and say you are leaving me for good
but you can't say you don't love me
First just say "you don't love me anymore"

seribulan

waaa..my feberet nih...
nanti kasik arrr..

seribulan

You Can't Say~ by Qi Yu~Alll About Eve

You can say all things must end
You can smile and even pretend
And you can turn and walk away so easily
But you can't say you don't love me any more
      - the lady knew that her lover still loves her
       though he tried to pretend otherwise

You can dream of what might have been
You can cry for what won't pass again
And you can say there is every reason you should leave
But you can't say you don't love me anymore
     -the lover can give excuses but the love is still alive

You can say I'm right you are wrong
You can make your plans to find somebody else
But I can't believe you can carry on
We know what should be said
But you can't find the words instead you say
All things must end
      - the lover can blame her n find another but
      deep down she knows they抮e meant together

You can smile and even pretend
And you can turn and say you are leaving me for good
But you can't say you don't love me anymore
You can dream of what might have been
      - the lover can hide his feelings but he cannot
       really truly reject them orally

You can smile and even pretend
And you can turn and say you are leaving me for good
but you can't say you don't love me
First just say "you don't love me anymore"
     the lady is waiting for the lover to deny his
     feelings to really believe that the love is over