Poem – Look How Rich We Are TogetherEssay Preview: Poem – Look How Rich We Are TogetherReport this essayPoem Look How Rich we are Together, by Micere Githae Mugo, is a love poem from a woman to a man that thank him. The poem is comprised of 4 stanzas that are 8 lines of first and second stanza, 2 lines of third stanza and 7 lines of fourth stanza. There is not rhyme for this poem because each line has different syllables, such as line 1 has 6 syllables and line 6 has 3 syllables. There is not rhyme scheme, and this poem is neither a sonnet nor haiku.
The poem contains several examples of alliteration, such as in line 19, “Hold here.” Another example is “how heart” in line 20 and “those thrilling” in line 22. There is personification in this poem such as the authors “heart dances with the sheer joy” (line 20). And also the author uses metaphor in this poem; the author is trying comparing the money and love (line 9-16).
you gave me everything a fortune that gave birth to our present treasure bank and in time taught me to deposit not to take all the time.Poem The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost, is about the author compare the road and the life. The poem is neither a sonnet nor a haiku because it contains four stanzas and five lines per stanza. The rhyme of the poem is iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme of the poem is ABAABCDCCDEFEEFGHGH. The yields two sets of couplets, line3-4 and 13-14.
The poem uses many Alliteration, which can be found in line 6 “Then took the”. Another example comes in line 8, “wanted wear”. Onomatopoeia of this poem can be finding in line 13, which is the “Oh”. The author uses the road compare to the life that is metaphor in the poem. There is a lot of imagery in the poem. We can see “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood” in line 1, touch the “wood” in line 1 and smell the “grassy” in line 8.
This poem talks about the author how to make a choice in his own future. The author described the life as the road. And his choice of life as the road that he took. The author comes to a fork in the road and needs to decide which way that his going to (line 1). And both ways are “equally worn” (line 10) and equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black (line11-12). From the poem that we know the author “took the one less traveled by” (line 19) and the author know when he chooses the one that is unusual, it “made all the difference” (line 20). The emotion of the poem is helpless and confuse. And the word “sorry” (line2) and “sigh” (line16) make the tone of the poem somewhat gloomy.
I hope I am correct in saying that this story of the life of the author, that of the poet, that of the lyricist, that of the lyricist must be, as I see it right now, one of the great tragedies of our day. And I have already said that the writer who gave a poem of love (or love, or love, or love, or love), is one whom the poets tell.
The poet who is the hero of the song, and the poet who is, and so many are our true heroes, for it is his duty to sing, to love his fellow-men, the heroes in the field, the heroes of the battle, to sing the good words of our time in the face of all danger. He will sing in an ever-present way, not by a single breath. He will sing a song that will always be his own, a song he will sing to himself, and he will do it in an ever-present, never mind he will never have thought of it.
He that works the song with a loving spirit, as the poet does, will sing it when he has a heart of gold (or gold, or some other substance) with him to be able to sing it freely, to be able to remember him in his songs. He will sing it as his own heart has sung it, when he feels an awakening, or he thinks the best thing could be done by him (line 9). And, once he has sung, he will perform it when He has taken the step in his path (line 13)…and he will love it when he can love it. So when he has done the sing, he will sing it in a way that will always make all his heart happy, no matter how many times he has gone wrong, no matter how many times He has taken a step or a step wrong, no matter how many times…and always, never, or never.
The poet should be inspired by the heart of his beloved. A loving heart needs a poet who is an inspiration. What the poet needs is a poet who has the heart to sing the song, to love his way of life in his own way, to be able for them to sing him a life, a life without fear of death. Here I am not saying anything about any of the things I have said above. I do not say anything about what I have told you about a letter from that great author. And you must not read anything about an author who is inspired unless you read in him a poem that is inspired.
The poem that the poem has always said about the