English Poetry Anthology

Good day ma'am and any other readers of this blog. This post will serve as the admin of the poetry anthology assignment. I have compiled 4 poems from "Love Poem For My County" poetry anthology for grade 12 and a song produced and performed by the band "Twenty Øne Piløts" and written by lead singer Tyler Joseph, as well as a poem I wrote myself. I will name the poems, their authors and a link to the post containing the full poem and analysis below. All of these should be viewed in the order as they are shown below and in the numerical order represented by the number in the title of each individual post. Addict With A Pen (Song) - Written by Tyler Joseph, off the album "Twenty Øne Piløts (2009)". Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Written by Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953) Piano - Written by D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930) you cannot know the fears i have - Written by Shabbir Banoobhai (1949 - Present) Autumn - Written by Roy Campbell (1901 - 195...

I love to see, when leaves depart, The clear anatomy arrive, Winter, the paragon of art, That kills all forms of life and feeling  Save what is pure and will survive. Already now the clanging chains Of geese are harnessed to the moon: Stripped are the great sun-clouding planes:  And the dark pines, their own revealing,  Let in the needles of the noon. Strained by the gale the olives whiten Like hoary wrestlers bent with toil And, with the vines, their branches lighten To brim our vats where summer lingers In the red froth and sun-gold oil. Soon on our hearth's reviving pyre Their rotted stems will crumble up:  And like a ruby, panting fire, The grape will redden on your fingers Through the lit crystal of the cup. This poem by poet Roy Campbell is about the season of Autumn and its transition into Winter. It describes the absolute beauty of Autumn and describes Winter as a destructive, almost evil time. The poem uses v...

you cannot know the fears i have as i think about you i fear that i shall live only at your laughter lie awake long nights while you sleep so loneliness does not trouble you nor hunger, nor thirst overwhelm your waking world with wonder with the music of other worlds, your earlier home read to you poems written the night before while you smiled bewildered or just when my very breathing begins to depend on you even as your tiny fingers close around mine some insensitive thing crushes your butterfly spirit shadows of a sun-darkened land flow over you and the eclipse closes your eyes i cannot live with the thought of having you, loving you any other way a day without such care has no meaning we shall find for you a name your name shall bring light The meaning of this poem has been confirmed by the poet as a story of the poet contemplating whether to have a child. The poet is thinking about all the possibilities regarding the c...

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;  Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see  A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings  And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.  In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song  Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong  To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside  And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.  So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour  With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour  Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast  Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past. This poem by famous poet DH Lawrence shows a man thinking back to his childhood to when he would sit underneath his mother's piano while she would play and sing to him. These memories of his past are brought back to him...

Do not go gentle into that good night,  Old age should burn and rage at close of day;  Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,  Because their words had forked no lightning they  Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright  Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,  Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,  And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,  Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight  Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,  Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height,  Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.  Do not go gentle into that good night.  Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Poet Dylan...

Addict With A Pen Hello We haven't talked in quite some time I know I haven't been the best Of sons Hello I've been traveling in The desert of my mind And I Haven't found a drop Of life I haven't found a drop Of you I haven't found a drop Of water Water I try desperately to run through the sand As I hold the water In the palm of my hand Cause it's all that I have And it's all that I need and The waves of the water Mean nothing to me But I try my best And all that I can to Hold tightly onto What's left in my hand But no matter how How tightly I will strain The sand will slow me down And the water will drain I'm just being dramatic In fact, I'm only at it again As an addict with a pen Who's addicted to the wind As it blows me back and forth Mindless, spineless, and pretend Of course I'll be here again See you tomorrow But it's the end of today...