See things in terms of other things. Feel things in terms of other feelings. Let your senses cross! I had planned to write about comparisons today.
Comparison Poems. Below are examples of poems about comparison. This list of poetry about comparison is made of PoetrySoup member poems. Read short, long, best, famous, and modern examples of comparison poetry. This list of works about comparison is a great resource for examples of comparison poems. Your thesis should not merely announce the comparison to the two poems but also your method of doing so. Organize your paper either subject-by-subject or point-by-point. The former involves discussing all the characteristics, ideas and themes of the first and second poems in full. In addition, two poems present vocabulary focusing on loneliness: the old pond, solitude, lonely etc. and on images: the frog, water, sound, pond, waves, air, hills, earth and daffodils. Taking everything into consideration I can draw a conclusion that I fully analyzed and compared two poems according to their tone, imagery and vocabulary.
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-by; And further still at an unearthly height, One Comparison two poems clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
Petals on a wet, black bough. Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze.
No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices? 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. In My Craft Or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art.
The Most of It He thought he kept the universe alone; For all the voice in answer he could wake Was but the mocking echo of his own From some tree—hidden cliff across the lake. Some morning from the boulder—broken beach He would cry out on life, that what it wants Is not its own love back in copy speech, But counter—love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried Unless it was the embodiment that crashed In the cliff's talus on the other side, And then in the far distant water splashed, But after a time allowed for it to swim, Instead of proving human when it neared And someone else additional to him, As a great buck it powerfully appeared, Pushing the crumpled water up ahead, And landed pouring like a waterfall, And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread, And forced the underbrush—and that was all.
In Memory of W. Auden He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, And snow disfigured the public statues; The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
What instruments we have agree The day of his death was a dark cold day. Far from his illness The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests, The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays; By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.
But for him it was his last afternoon as himself, An afternoon of nurses and rumours; The provinces of his body revolted, The squares of his mind were empty, Silence invaded the suburbs, The current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers.A Comparison of Prayer Before Birth, the Tyger and Half-Past Two Words | 8 Pages.
The Tyger, and Half-past Two are poems which explore encounters between the speaker, or a character, and a force that is greater than he is. Writing a comparison between two poems needn't be overly difficult if you break it down into segments beforehand.
Technically speaking, to compare two poems means to find the similarities between them, but it could also mean to discuss in detail any insightful similarity or difference. Compare and Contrast two poems (tone, style, etc)I need to write an essay which compares and contrasts the following two poems.
I should focus on style(connotation. A Comparison of Prayer Before Birth, the Tyger and Half-Past Two Words | 8 Pages. The Tyger, and Half-past Two are poems which explore encounters between the speaker, or a character, and a force that is greater than he is.
‘The Tyger’ and ‘The Lamb’ Poem. I chose to do the comparison between ‘The Tyger’ and ‘The Lamb’ because they both have similar themes but are concerned with very different aspects of life. Heartfelt Thanks to all of the visitors who have found their way to the site, and to all my teachers(all of you), those who supported my efforts, and the many who allowed their work to be displayed here, and of course, my wife Paula for reminding me what time it was in the wee hours of the morning.