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"The Tay Bridge Disaster" is a poem written in 1880 by the Scottish poet William McGonagall, who has been acclaimed as the worst poet in history. [1] The poem recounts the events of the evening of 28 December 1879, when, during a severe gale , the Tay Rail Bridge at Dundee collapsed as a train was passing over it with the loss of all on board.
William McGonagall's parents, Charles and Margaret, were Irish. His Irish surname is a variation on Mag Congail, a popular name in County Donegal. [3] [4] Throughout his adult life he claimed to have been born in Edinburgh, giving his year of birth variously as 1825 [1] or 1830, [5] but his entry in the 1841 Census gives his place of birth, like his parents', as "Ireland". [6]
Poet and educator Nile Stanley shares a story — and the poem it inspired — about a student recital during tough times. Poetry from Daily Life: A poem influenced MLK's 'Dream' speech, can teach ...
A writer learning the craft of poetry might use the tools of poetry analysis to expand and strengthen their own mastery. [4] A reader might use the tools and techniques of poetry analysis in order to discern all that the work has to offer, and thereby gain a fuller, more rewarding appreciation of the poem. [5]
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day is a 1972 ALA Notable Children's Book written by Judith Viorst and illustrated by Ray Cruz. [ 1 ] [ 2 ] It has also won a George G. Stone Center Recognition of Merit, a Georgia Children's Book Award, and is a Reading Rainbow book.
Answering a reader's question about the poem in 1879, Longfellow himself summarized that the poem was "a transcript of my thoughts and feelings at the time I wrote, and of the conviction therein expressed, that Life is something more than an idle dream." [13] Richard Henry Stoddard referred to the theme of the poem as a "lesson of endurance". [14]
Then, if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest; But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest By wilful taste of what thyself refusest. I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty: And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.
The poem concludes with the line "I have wasted my life." The line is one of the most highly regarded and widely debated lines in contemporary poetry, [2] [1] and has often been seen as having had cemented Wright's poetic legacy. [3] The line has been widely interpreted.