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"The Mouse's Tale" is a shaped poem by Lewis Carroll which appears in his 1865 novel Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.Though no formal title for the poem is given in the text, the chapter title refers to "A Long Tale" and the Mouse introduces it by saying, "Mine is a long and sad tale!"
Concrete poetry relates more to the visual than to the verbal arts although there is a considerable overlap in the kind of product to which it refers. Historically, however, concrete poetry has developed from a long tradition of shaped or patterned poems in which the words are arranged in such a way as to depict their subject.
"Fire and Ice" is a short poem by Robert Frost that discusses the end of the world, likening the elemental force of fire with the emotion of desire, and ice with hate. It was first published in December 1920 in Harper's Magazine [ 1 ] and was later published in Frost's 1923 Pulitzer Prize -winning book New Hampshire .
Byas’ poetry collection, “I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times” (Soft Skull, $16.95) ... The evenings always end in taste — the sweet syrup drying like/blood on our lips.” ...
In writing this poem, Frost was inspired by his childhood experience with swinging on birches, which was a popular game for children in rural areas of New England during the time. Frost's own children were avid "birch swingers", as demonstrated by a selection from his daughter Lesley's journal: "On the way home, i climbed up a high birch and ...
The poem's two-stanzas were originally formatted sideways across opposite pages on its first publication, making the likeness to two sets of wings more obvious. [5] Another pattern poem appearing near the start of his collection, The Temple, was "The Altar". There were three other poems in the shape of wings published later than Herbert's.
The stanzas, with their long third lines, are shaped like the Titanic and the Iceberg: there is more below the surface than above. The poem stresses the idea of two in 'twain', 'twin halves', 'sinister mate', 'two hemispheres', 'consummation', but there are an odd number, XI, of the strongly numbered stanzas because only the iceberg survives ...
Like a pistil after the petals go. The barn opposed across the way, That would have joined the house in flame Had it been the will of the wind, was left To bear forsaken the place’s name. No more it opened with all one end For teams that came by the stony road To drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs And brush the mow with the summer load.