Poems Concentrated Ed 11

Once upon a summer night,
Within the chambers of rest,
Awoke the weary Quasimodo,
Bearing burden on his chest,

T'was the call of recreation,
That woke poor Quasimodo,
An answer twixt upon his lips,
Fathomed by his best.

"What fine fare thou hast offered!"
Exclaimed the caller of fare,
"To give a fair dame your humour,
Tis' most noble,Quasimodo!".

Verily humoured by the effort,
Quasimodo dared to dream,
Twas a noble deed,not gone to waste,
He saw through the seams.

The fair dame from afar
Seemed Inhuman behind her veil,
And to his caller's despair
Quasimodo hath realized
This bizarre guise,
That She was never there.

For this week, I've got you another amazing, rather classic poem from Rayhaan!
I know the real story behind it, and its rather funny. Not for you. :-)
He's shifted into a more classic tone lately (considering his newer poem which for the next edition), and it works to some credit. It's more of story than poem.
Also, the poems have been getting more and more professional of late, and this is just testament to that. He's stretching his poetic biceps if anything.
It's amazing how many different things poets can gain inspiration from, and how quickly they can do too. Rayhaan said he perfected this poem in less than 30 minutes. I was left feeling star struck. If I want to write up a poem, it takes me more than 30 minutes to think of some inspiration itself. Poets are amazing creatures, they really are. Or maybe I'm such a bad poet. :-D
Reading through, I sense similarities from 15th to 19th century poets, from Shakespeare, Lord Byron to Robert Browning, all great poets from ages.
You're probably wanting to know about the poem, so I don't want to hinder you. Read on for the summary written by Lord Rayhaan himself!

In the poem Quasimodo is called upon by a friend to amuse a young woman in a distant Land with his literary prowess. He does so, much to his associates satisfaction. Quietly, the troubled Quasimodo hopes this lady will love him for his talent, and not for his looks. However, he soon uncovers a conspiracy where he finds, to his sadness that the woman never existed.

I wonder if I should reveal this, but this mostly reflects Rayhaan's own struggles. He likes to think of himself as French humpback....
I feel this edition has been so fragmented. But you're here for the poem, and atleast you got that, and that's pleasing.
I don't think I've offered enough of my opinion, and I'm leaving it like that.
But what about your opinion?
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In terms of what's next week, I have another great poem by Rayhaan for you. But that'll only get released if this get adequate views. Or it'll be just a rerun of this.So please do share!
Finally, thanks for reading! :-D

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Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition 6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Edition 7: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed-7.html

Edition 8: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed8.html

Edition 9: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed9.html

Edition 10: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-edition-10.html

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1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

My Baked in Irony series:

Engrossing, a twisted short tale of irony:

  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Sorry…..

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/sorry.html

Noticed….

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/noticed.html

Tommorow

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/tomorrow.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:

Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html

Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html
Flipside 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/10/flipside-4.html

MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

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Poems Concentrated Edition 10

The Devils Questions

How many times have you looked in the mirror,

And questioned who you have become?

From a boy who couldn’t hold a pair of scissors

To one who could hold a gun?

That is indeed intoxicating,

The flavour of anger and rage

That corrupts absolutely

Regardless of your age.

How many times will I have to look upon

This embodiment of evil and its evil ways?

Which sickens me to death and beyond

Tell me, who will end its days?

“That young man, the friend

Of us and our sage;

His informant, his benefactor

The controller of his wage”

How many times will you have to run?

Is it not simpler to stop?

No, it is too late for that,

Your mind has gone to the devils crop.

“You know it’s repulsive,”

“The deeds of that man.”

And since no one will stop him,

I shall take his hand.

---Rayhaan Mubarak----

I’ve managed to get a poem from Rayhaan again, finally!! This is one of his first poems, and the first one I was shown. And it was from there on that I realised that I could make something out of this and finally started actually making content for this blog on a weekly basis. ~A Legend was born~

Okay, not really. But Rayhaan is a legend right? J

You might want know why I haven’t been able to get something out of Rayhaan for about a month now. Well, blame it on his computer. And his choppy internet. And his broken computer.  All those added up to create a situation where Rayhaan didn’t have internet and didn’t have anything to access it through anyway and nothing through which he could write poems or stories on. But he managed to get a picture of this poem and send it into me so I could feature it. It’s nice to have one of his poems again. But that doesn’t mean he’s back. I just about managed to get this poem from him before he went missing again. But not worry, I have some of my own stories to feature, and there are some poems I’d like to feature after this.

Now, onto the poem. This poem wasn’t written because of some specific emotion, but rather to sample the emotion in poem (as far as I know). It doesn’t have any rhyme, and that’s deliberate.

As for the summary, there was none provided, so I’m going to reminisce back to when we talked about it, and the summary he gave for it. Here’s a natural language summary that, for the first time here, isn’t written like it’s for intellectual study.

This is a written down recollection of Rayhaan giving up on human society, and of himself too. He is admitting into the part of him that he says doesn’t have the most beautiful of human feelings. It’s his almost psychopathic part. He is reminiscing on his younger self too and showing his regret for where it has gone now.

I admit, this wasn’t my best of efforts to get this summary right, but with what I had, I guess I made the best of it! So the boy he talks about here is pretty much himself, though I’m sure it has been exaggerated for dramatic poetic effect (!).

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Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition 6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Edition 7: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed-7.html

Edition 8: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed8.html

Edition 9: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed9.html

Check out my stories:

Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html

1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

My Baked in Irony series:

Engrossing, a twisted short tale of irony:

  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Sorry…..

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/sorry.html

Noticed….

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/noticed.html

Tomorrow

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/tomorrow.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:

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Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html

MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

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Poems Concentrated Ed:9

Mother, any distance greater than a single span

requires a second pair of hands.

You come to help me measure windows, pelmets, doors,

the acres of the walls, the prairies of the floors.

You at the zero-end, me with the spool of tape, recording

length, reporting metres, centimetres back to base, then leaving

up the stairs, the line still feeding out, unreeling

years between us. Anchor. Kite.

I space-walk through the empty bedrooms, climb

the ladder to the loft, to breaking point, where something

has to give;

two floors below your fingertips still pinch

the last one-hundredth of an inch...I reach

towards a hatch that opens on an endless sky

to fall or fly.

----Simon Armitage----

For this week’s edition of Poems Concentrated, I’ve been taking inspiration from the GCSE literature curriculum.  You can find really nice poems that have, I believe, been shadowed from people’s eyes by levelling it out as school work. Not good. You might also notice that this edition is a bit more technical, going deeper in analysis. Don’t worry, it won’t always be like this, just one in few.

The reason why I chose this one among the many available, is because this one quite frankly surprised me with amount of information hidden between the words. Sure, it was meant to have this, being school work, but I wasn’t expecting it, after all it is GCSE stuff.  I’ll also be giving my own summary/analysis, considering that the official website has pretty much the same information and also to just to recycle my own work.

So, the poem looks to the point doesn’t it? I mean, here’s a boy measuring distances in his (new) house with his mother. Here and there, you can sense a bit of sadness, regret and gratitude too. But read on to see more!

Now, considering that I am giving my own summary, I’ll add it in the middle and emphasize it from there on:

The poem is about a young man, who is now moving house to start living an adult life. The poem tries to describe the mixed feelings that occur on both sides as a child grows up. It explores the complex relationship between the mother and son, their feelings and their lives, while apparently describing decorating/ planning-out the new house.

Okay, that’s a bit scarce. Well, that is a compression of all the information you can find in the poem, mind you.

Now, to elaborate on the whole mother-child relationship, and look at it from this point; the poem represents the stages of growing up. In the beginning, he describes how he requires his mother’s help, ‘…second pair of hands’ and liken that to a young child requiring help from a parent. Then he says ‘You come to help me measure windows, pelmets, doors, the acres of the walls, the prairies of the floors’, this can be seen as the way a parent help a child identify their surroundings. Go deeper there, and you can see the word windows, doors, acres of walls, prairies of floors. These words all have/ can be seen to have a metaphorical meaning. Windows, can be seen as a boundary between inside and outside a house, where a mother has to educate a child on how to stay safe in the wide world. Doors, I regard to mean, doors to opportunities. Acres of walls could refer to the many boundaries a person meets in their lives, and acres of floors could refer to the largeness of the world, the immenseness.

The second stanza represents the teenage/ young adult years, where the child ventures out, but always need the mother ‘at the end of the tape’ to come back to. The years go on, their lives drift apart, and the link fades, but some part of it will still remain. The words Anchor/ kite, of course, refer to this, the mother being the anchor, holding down, the permanent figure; the child the drifter, the kite, who is still always connected to the anchor by the string that holds it down, no matter how he tries to fly away.

The last stanza of course the next stage of life where the mother doesn’t get to play such a large part. The poet ‘spacewalks’ (anchor/kite relationship comes into mind, where he is a spaceman but always connected to the ship by a cord) through the rest of pre-adulthood, and then ‘something has to give’; his mother who still nevertheless holds onto a tiny part of the cord, ‘a hundredth of an inch’. Then finally, the gateway to the rest of life, ‘the hatch that opens to an endless sky’. And from there on it is up to him to ‘fly or fall’ in life.

The poem is seemingly a vent to all these feeling the child had.

Maybe I went a bit too far with the analysis, but hey, I can’t let good information that I spent time on finding just lay about in my brain. Plus I guess I found a bit more stuff in this investigation to add to my original one. I’ve probably never given so much information that I found myself on this blog, and I think I’m supposed to feel proud or something, but no, I feel like I like the old ‘poem, ‘fun’, ‘summary’ and ‘bye!’ version of Poems Concentrated better. But I just want to try and do some analysis myself, because after all, I do run this series on great poems. Normally, I do hate digging about in words for information, but it’s something that must be done, and it’s better to know that some other people can also benefit from it, or at least enjoy the read while I do it.

That brings me on to the end of this edition. I’m going to go over a 1000 words, and I always try to keep beneath 1000. And let me take this moment to thank everyone who has been reading and sharing my blog, even though this is probably the 10^th time or so I’m doing it. I’ve passed 3650 views and this only the second post after I said I just passed 3k views. Thanks readers! :-D

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The previous Editions:

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Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition 6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Edition 7: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed-7.html

Edition 8: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/poems-concentrated-ed8.html

Check out my stories:

Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html

1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

My Baked in Irony series:

Engrossing, a twisted short tale of irony:  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Sorry…..

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/sorry.html

Noticed….

http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/noticed.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:

Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html

Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html

MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

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Poems Concentrated Ed:8

Daffodils –William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they

Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;

A poet could not be but gay,

In such a jocund company!

I gazed and gazed but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

It’s Edition 8! So, I’m giving you something to celebrate it. The poem you’ve just read!

What’s special about it, you ask? I don’t know. How about you? No? That’s point. Something’s special only if you think about it right? Think that it’s special, and you’re done! :-D

Also, I’m sorry I can’t get you one of Rayhaan’s poem this time, I haven’t be able to contact him, mostly because he’ll be returning to school this week and because his computer’s been playing up. Next time?

Anyway, moving on. The poem. This blog. Yeah, that’s what you came here for.

The reason I decided to put this up here today is to remind you, if you’ve ever done literature or some poetry related subjects, you’ve been made to do this poem at one point or another. Why? I’m pretty sure this poem is one the best examples of implicit analysis in poem, and probably the simplest for beginner students. I’m pretty sure teachers thought so too. I pretty much hate this poem, for that silly reason. It was probably the first poem I ever did in Lit and ever analysed on ‘so said’ academic scale. So I hate it.

I’m going to keep this week’s edition short. I’ll (try to) keep to the point. This poem shows off the poets feelings under a thin layer of words, and it also gives beginners an impression of Romance poetry. In the same way, it shows how meaning can be hidden in words in a simple form. Sure it’s not the world’s best example of how this happens, but this poem is special in the form that it’s by Wordsworth, and as shown by the BBC poll, is one of the most popular poems in the UK. Even though I hate, I do respect this poem. It’s a very valuable part of British literature.

Apparently, the poem was written after Wordworth came across a ‘long belt’ of daffodils in Lake District, UK. It might be a very popular poem now, but when it first came out in his book, a poem complication (not sure if that’s word), called Poems in Two Volumes, his critics didn’t seem to like it. You might want to check out more on the Wikipedia article.

Now for the summary from the Website ‘shmoop’ (links below), and the end of this edition!

The speaker was walking around through the hills and valleys, but he felt all lonely and mopey. Suddenly, as he passed a lake, he noticed a big group of yellow daffodils waving in the breeze. This wasn't just some scattered patch of daffodils. We’re talking thousands and thousands around this particular bay. And all these flowers were dancing.

Yes, the daffodils danced, and so did the waves of the lake. But the daffodils danced better. The speaker’s loneliness was replaced by joy, but he didn't even realize what a gift he has received until later. Now, whenever he’s feeling kind of blah, he just thinks of the daffodils, and his heart is happily dancing. (http://www.shmoop.com/wandered-lonely-cloud-daffodils/summary.html)

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Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html

Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Check my stories:

Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html

1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

Engrossing, A twisted short tale of irony:  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Sorry, another Baked in Irony story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/sorry.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:

Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html

Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html

MirrorMan: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.com/2015/08/mirrorman.html

Or just check out everything in the order they came out in by clicking this:

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Poems Concentrated Ed 7

Sonnet 18, Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And oft’ is his gold complexion dimm’d;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:

But thy eternal Summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

It’s a Shakespeare! You didn’t think I could make a series called Poems Concentrated without having a Shakespeare in too, did you? Well, I couldn’t. He’s basically the creator or modern English, and the world’s greatest playwright, and more or less the person who popularised poetry and cinema. Not that I like him much. How he makes people suffer with that creation. His plays, his poems, his life (ooh, that part is not very… um… civil?), how modern literature makes us study them. But I guess it’s like tax. It’s painfully to give, it makes you suffer sometimes, but in the end, it’s all for your good (they say). But face, who wouldn’t like to show off their knowledge to someone and make them suffer listening to you. I don’t about you, but I definitely would. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah, moving on.

So, you might have noticed this is a ‘sonnet’. What’s a sonnet? If you didn’t know (I didn’t. Am I certified to do this poems section? No, not technically. But I like doing it, and I am learning), let me differentiate between a poem and sonnet. A sonnet is a poem. But it’s a very precise type of poem. A sonnet comprises of 14 rhyming lines of the same length. It splits up into three more different types, Italian sonnet, English sonnet and Spenserian sonnet. In an English sonnet, three groups of four lines with cross-rhyme pattern (abab, cdcd, efef) are followed by a final couplet (rhymed gg). An Italian sonnet is slightly different, and I’m not going explain all that. I got my info from http://www.differencebetween.info/difference-between-poem-and-sonnet, head over there if you want to know more.

(Also, fun fact, the term sonnet derives from the Italian word sonetto and means "little song".)

Sonnet 18 is an English style sonnet. The art of writing sonnet originates from Italy, but it was Shakespeare who popularised it again.  He mostly created the English sonnet genre (gee, I wish I had that freedom. Muck up making a proper sonnet, but then realise that I can just rename it and make it a new genre). It’s a love poem, and it’s just one of the 154 sonnets Shakespeare wrote in his lifetime (remember that number, 154, if you study Lit. It’s an important number).  It is also one of his most famous.

If you analyse it, as always, it’s full of hidden gems, as is the way with Shakespeare poems. You’ll find scholars going hand to hand trying explain what they think the hidden meaning is. That’s what I love about Shakespeare. There is always something hidden under the words, and everyone goes crazy trying to find them, and sometimes when I read their theories, I wonder if Shakespeare himself actually meant that to happen! Just a tiny mistake he made writing it, a slip of the brain,  and 500 years later, it’s more important that starvation in Africa.

Oh dear. I’m going far away from the topic than I’d like. Let’s move back onto the poem. Rather sonnet. What do you think of it? Personally, I, without wanting to sound like an idiot, like some of Rayhaan’s poems better. That’s just me. On my thoughts of the poem though. There is this almost sarcastic tone of love in it. He compares her to a summer day. How calm, how temperate she is. But consider this. Shakespeare lived in Britain. I live in Britain. I’ve known days where the morning starts off so beautifully, so calmly, and you get out the bikes to cycling, and bang, it’s cloudy and going to rain. That’s the British weather is. It’s far from calm and temperate. You see what these scholars argue about? Everything is different depending on what your point of view is. Of course he then goes on to talk about how bad the summer day is, and how much better she is, but again, point of view. It’s different.

You probably don’t know what I was elaborating. It’s all in the summary. But I’m also about to reach a 1000 words. So that mean it’s time to finish up this edition of Poems Concentrated. But don’t worry. I’m going to leave you some sites to check out if you want more to read about this poem and all that’s related.

Here’s the summary from great website Shmoop (link given below):

The speaker begins by asking whether he should or will compare "thee" to a summer day. He says that his beloved is lovelier and more even-tempered. He then runs off a list of reasons why summer isn’t all that great: winds shake the buds that emerged in Spring, summer ends too quickly, and the sun can get too hot or be obscured by clouds.

He goes on, saying that everything beautiful eventually fades by chance or by nature’s inevitable changes. Coming back to the beloved, though, he argues that his or her summer (or happy, beautiful years) won’t go away, nor will his or her beauty fade away. Moreover, death will never be able to take the beloved, since the beloved exists in eternal lines (meaning poetry). The speaker concludes that as long as humans exist and can see (so as to read), the poem he’s writing will live on, allowing the beloved to keep living as well. http://www.shmoop.com/sonnet-18/summary.html

And here’s some sites you can check out:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_18

http://www.shmoop.com/sonnet-18/#

https://goo.gl/kZOgO4

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You might enjoy our series of Poems Concentrated:

Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html

Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

Edition 6: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed-6.html

Check out Rayhaan's stories:

Flipside 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/the-closed-door.html
Flipside 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/flipside-2.html

Flipside 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/flipside-3.html

Check my stories:

Crash, a short story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/crash-short-story.html

1:49, a horror story: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/0149-pm.html

Engrossing. a twisted short tale of irony:  http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/engrossing.html

Or just check out everything in the order they came out in by clicking this:

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Poems Concentrated Ed: 6

Poems Concentrated Ed6

I’ve strayed from format to say this, this week’s poem is a bit special. I’m not going to mention why. Read on.

The Golden Curtain

When the rains have ceased,

And my friends are gone,

I’ll venture to the coast for certain,

In waiting for the Golden Curtain,

Until the dim of dawn.

Do not ask me why I do this,

For you already know my pain

You were the reason it worsened

Now, my only resort is the Curtain

Upon the horizon that keeps me sane.

The breeze helps me forget the pain,

And as I sit atop the coastal rocks.

I forget every other person

As I catch sight of the Curtain

Approaching near the docks.

Finally I’ve embraced your choice

And as I smell salvation in the air

I dive into its surface;

Into the Golden Curtain

Knowing my paradise is there.

Read once more, just to absorb it. You might find something you missed or failed to understand.

Such an enchanting poem! Almost like a Hardy in terms of the topic; broken heartedness, love, remorse etc… It’s a beautiful work. You feel the emotion making its way into the words. The Golden Curtain, what do you think it is? It’ll be revealed in the summary, but keep a guess in your bank, for now. I don’t what more to say, it’s all somewhat of an un-acknowledged understanding. That’s a good sign. Its things like that that made famous poets stand out. There has to be something that everyone sees, understands in a poem, and for different people its different things. So, I can’t really go on about what I understood there, that you understand. Maybe you understood the broken-heartedness personally, I only see and make that connection because I’ve been taught to do it. I sort of understand. Like when Samsung failed to make the Note 5 a better phone. That remorse of the lack of SD card and IR port. Even though I’m never going to buy it, you sort of feel sad that someone you supported gave up on you. Is that the same thing?  Yeah, I’m weird.

Oh, okay. I’ve been putting it off. Here’s the summary:

The Golden Curtain is a letter written to the poet’s lover.

The poet speaks directly to the woman in his letter, and blames her for his current mental state. He is so depressed; in fact, he is prepared to drown himself in the ocean. He compares his watery grave, a large wave, to a golden curtain. This is because of the reflection of bright sunlight on it, making it look golden, and it’s large, draped appearance.

The Golden Curtain is a haunting reminder of the effects of a broken heart on a person, and how tragic they can be.

So, what did you feel about the poem? Did you like it? I loved it. It’s a special poem. Do you have a poem like that somewhere? Do you think you can write something like that? I’d love to feature it here! Send it in with a short summary to spitfirerob@gmail.com!

In the beginning, I said something special about this. Have you guessed what it is? I’m not telling! Leave your guess down below!

So, that’s the end of this edition of Poetry Concentrated! I hope you like what we do! Time for the formalities:

If you enjoyed this, make sure to check out the previous 5 editions of Poems Concentrated:

Edition 1: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated.html

Edition 2: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/p/poems-concentrated-ed-2.html

Edition 3: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed3.html

Edition 4: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poems-concentrated-ed4.html

Edition 5: http://interestconcentrated.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/poetry-concentrated-ed5.html

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