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To Cummings, the "busy monster" is a society bent on subverting nature and individual humanity, the loss of which is to be mourned. In closing, the poem's speaker suggests – with an ironic optimism – an escape to "a hell of a good universe next door". [3] The poem relies on coined compound words and other wordplay to carry its meaning.
"Tom Gray's Dream", also known as "The Hell-Bound Train" [1] is a poem written by western Illinois poet Retta M. Brown (born September 18, 1893). Tom Gray was a farmer's son, born in Indiana on November 27, 1852, whose family moved to Mercer County, Illinois. During a drunken stupor, he experienced a frightening dream that moved him to cease ...
In this section, Satan and his fallen brethren direct their complaints toward Christ the Son. This is an unusual and unparalleled depiction of the story, as the complaints of Satan and the fallen angels are usually directed toward God the Father, as is the case in the preceding poems Genesis A and Genesis B. [1] The Harrowing of Hell.
17. A Special Bond He was always my pillar, when I knew I’d fall. Always my anchor, so strong and so tall. —Unknown. 18. Dad To me dad, you’re everything I cannot begin to say.
"Apologia Pro Poemate Meo" is a poem by Wilfred Owen.It deals with the atrocities of World War I.The title means "in defence of my poetry" and is often viewed as a rebuttal to a remark in Robert Graves' letter "for God's sake cheer up and write more optimistically - the war's not ended yet but a poet should have a spirit above wars."
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My Boy Jack" is a 1916 poem by Rudyard Kipling. [1] Kipling wrote it for Jack Cornwell, the 16-year-old youngest recipient of the Victoria Cross, who stayed by his post on board the light cruiser HMS Chester at the Battle of Jutland until he died. Kipling's son John was never referred to as "Jack" [citation needed]. The poem echoes the grief of ...