juicystar07
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Hi Everyone! Hope you guys are doing well
I am just having some trouble with this poem. I am not sure how to analyse it. Our teacher said to find techniques and all around analyse, and i was hoping some of you will help me
Always we forget. Life is a journey.
I have lived well in this
eastern surburbs resting place,
food in the cupboard
and birds in the park
a spool of city traffic
sirens at night, police.
Late in my days come
different expectations, shadows.
It is the opening of a door
that is always ajar, for
a new cat to look into the room
the sound of new voices.
The white camellia is in bud
Imagine how the new people
will gasp at its purity.
I will not forget the dancing tree tops
or the currawong on the deck
Maybe my starw sandals shock you
or the fear of robbers on a mountain pass
or fever in a lonely shack,
pain, in one form or another
Things that happen.
I will not forget my friends, who
must believe, this is but another journey.
thank you so much <3
I am just having some trouble with this poem. I am not sure how to analyse it. Our teacher said to find techniques and all around analyse, and i was hoping some of you will help me
Always we forget. Life is a journey.
I have lived well in this
eastern surburbs resting place,
food in the cupboard
and birds in the park
a spool of city traffic
sirens at night, police.
Late in my days come
different expectations, shadows.
It is the opening of a door
that is always ajar, for
a new cat to look into the room
the sound of new voices.
The white camellia is in bud
Imagine how the new people
will gasp at its purity.
I will not forget the dancing tree tops
or the currawong on the deck
Maybe my starw sandals shock you
or the fear of robbers on a mountain pass
or fever in a lonely shack,
pain, in one form or another
Things that happen.
I will not forget my friends, who
must believe, this is but another journey.
thank you so much <3