Showing posts with label Alone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alone. Show all posts

Saturday, 8 July 2017

Alone by James Joyce
This is a simple 8 line poem sending the message of nightly beauty in her calmness and the importance of having a companion. It sets at night near a lake, Joyce divided the poem into 2 equal stanzas of 4 lines each and well arranged with intersecting rhyme scheme_ the first stranza described the appearance of the lake as caused by the clouded moon. While in the second stanza, the emotion of the poet was revealed as of “...delight/ A swoon of shame.”
  • “The noon’s greygolden meshes make (the moon is referred to as greygolden)
  • “All night a veil” (means the community was covered with darkness as veil)
  • “The shorelamps in the sleeping lake” (lake which the poet personified has a light reflection from its shore and a plant trailing in)
  • “And all my soul is a delight” (‘soul’ is a metonymy in place of body and ‘delight’ for romantic feeling)
  • “A swoon of shame” (the line has alliteration with the “s” sound. ‘swoon’ = infatuation, ‘shame’ = unworthy)
  • James Joyce was an Irish novelist and poet who lived between 1882 and 1941.
Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

(the Leo With Wings Flying)

Sunday, 7 August 2016

Friendship, love, unity, health, wealth, etc are the elements that drove Maya Angelou's heart into this creative piece. She couldn't deny the strength in wealth but she acknowledged that wealth and riches were not fulfillment.

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Okay, lets look at the first stanza of the poem where the poem speaker opened with "Last night" and such phrase weigh very deeply big for anyone who's willing to agree to my tiny thought. No matter busy someone is, no matter how conserved and reserved and deeply self a person can be, nighttimes are times when companionship matters a lot ( even the sadists and the extremists sometimes don't
like to lonely at some certain night):
"Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone."

In another stanza, riches didn't suffice. "There are some millionaires/ With money they can't use/ Their wives run round like banshees/ Their children sing the blues/ They've got expensive doctors/ To cure their hearts of stone." The rich we thought be made happy and fulfilled because of their money are shown by the poem speaker to be in a very huge predicament with little or no help nor way out.

Maya tried to alert everyone that all the inadequacies of the world is as a result of human selfishness_ neighbors hardly caring for their neighbors, oppressors here and there. The only solution is unity else human race vanishes as smoke:
"Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone."
Based on the structure, the poem seems lyrical. Most especially the refrain:
"Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone."

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo with wings flying)

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