Stuck fast in a pebbled beach, A sentry's noiseless pain flows Tidal in its obsessive analysis Loath to log the first wounds In a battle between beasts The palisades stand Enclosed by a flood Of faded sirens And smashed-in skulls Here come the medics with mortal fire Looking to pacify, deigning to paralyse Here come the watchers with bleach-black eyes Concealing tangled … [Read more...] about Palisades, By: Nathan Mallon
Keats’s Odes: Where to Start
Keats's odes: where to start? Begin with Ode to a Nightingale, then Ode on a Grecian Urn, then To Autumn. Those three are the most famous and most taught. Then read Ode on Melancholy and Ode to Psyche. John Keats wrote all of them in 1819, when he was twenty-three, and together they are among the most admired poems in English. Poetry Catalog has all of these John Keats poems, … [Read more...] about Keats’s Odes: Where to Start
Ode on Melancholy Summary and Analysis
This Ode on Melancholy summary begins with advice. John Keats tells a sad person not to seek escape in oblivion, poison or symbols of death. Instead, when melancholy comes, they should feast on beauty: a morning rose, a rainbow over the waves, a lover's eyes. Sadness and delight are bound together, because beauty "must die." Only those who taste joy most intensely can truly … [Read more...] about Ode on Melancholy Summary and Analysis
I Felt a Funeral in My Brain Summary and Analysis
This I Felt a Funeral in My Brain summary begins inside the speaker's head. Emily Dickinson imagines a mental breakdown as a funeral taking place in the mind. Mourners tread back and forth, a service beats like a drum, a coffin creaks across the soul, and finally the whole universe tolls like a bell. The speaker is left wrecked and alone with silence. Read the full text of I … [Read more...] about I Felt a Funeral in My Brain Summary and Analysis
Childish Recollections, By: Lord Byron
When slow Disease, with all her host of Pains,Chills the warm tide, which flows along the veins;When Health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,And flies with every changing gale of spring;Not to the aching frame alone confin'd,Unyielding pangs assail the drooping mind:What grisly forms, the spectre-train of woe,Bid shuddering Nature shrink beneath the blow,With Resignation wage … [Read more...] about Childish Recollections, By: Lord Byron