Analysis of Louise Bogan’s Knowledge
Knowledge by Louise Bogan Now that I know How passion warms little Of flesh in the mould, And treasure is brittle,–– I’ll lie here and learn How, over their…
A Commentary on Rumi’s Poem, The Road Home
The Road Home by Rumi º An ant hurries along a threshing floor with its wheat grain, moving between huge stacks of wheat, not knowing the abundance all…
Analysis of William Butler Yeats’ Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop
Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop by William Butler Yeats I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. `Those breasts are flat and…
Analysis of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s Second Fig
Second Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! --- There…
An Analysis of Marilyn Chin’s Altar
Altar by Marilyn Chin I tell her she has outlived her usefulness. I point to the corner where dust gathers, where light has never touched. But there she…