Poetry blogs week 9

Poetry Blogs Week 9

We had to read the following poems Death Be Not Proud by Donne, Lonely Hearts by Wendy Cope, Do Not GO Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas, My Mistresess’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun By William Shakespeare, My Papa’s Waltz By Theodore Waltz, The Chimney Sweeper By William Blake, and My Last Duchess By Robert Browning. This selection of poems seemed to be talking about unrequited love. Some talked of wishes and the hearts desires. The first poem that I chose to write about was My Last Duchess by Robert Browning. The reason I chose this poem was the way that Robert spoke of her was a little confusing to me. At first he seemed to really admire and miss her by talking of her picture that hung on the wall. I believe the duchess was killed .I believe the duke is addressing the people .The irony of this poem is that he still wishes her alive but I think he had her killed. I think he may have loved her but maybe did not show it well. The second poem that I chose was the chimney sweeper by William  Blake.. I did not understand why his father chose to sale him when his mother died . Maybe seeing him was to hard on his father or he could not afford to keep him. I am not really sure. This poem talks of a dream that he had of seeing the chimney sweeps locked in black coffins being set free by angels and that they were dancing naked in heaven. This dream sounds as if he was really wanting things to be better than having to clean chimneys forever. The next poem I chose was My Papas Waltz By Theodore Roethke. The details that charachterize the father are The whisky on his breadth which tells me he may have been an alcoholic. He loved his child with whom he danced to bed. I did not understand though what was meant by his saying a beat was played on his head. The next poem I chose to write about was My Mistress’ Eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare.To me it sounds as if he loves a woman who may not be beautiful. He seems to compare her beauty to other items such as roses and perfume saying she does not compare. He even goes as far as to say he longs to hear her speak although music has far more a pleasing sound. The last  poem I chose to write about was Do Not Go Gentile Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas. This poem seems to tell of a fear of growing old and being closer to death.