i need an analsys for this poem please ,please

please can someone give me an analsys for this poem


On the Train

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  I

[size=+1]T[/size]HE lady in front of me in the car,

With little red coils close over her ears,

Is talking with her friend;

And the circle of ostrich foam around her hat,

Curving over like a wave,

Trembles with her little windy words.

What she is saying, I wonder,

That her feathers should tremble

And the soft fur of her coat should slip down over her shoulders?

Has her string of pearls been stolen,

Or maybe her husband?

• 
  II

He is drunk, that man --

Drunk as a lord, a lord of the bibulous past.

He shouts wittily from his end of the car to the man in the corner;

He bows to me with chivalrous apologies.

He philosophizes, plays with the wisdom of the ages,

Flings off his rags,

Displays his naked soul --

Athletic, beautiful, grotesque.

In the good time coming,

When men drink no more,

Shall we ever see a nude soul dancing

Stript and free

In the temple of his god?

• 
  III

She comes smiling into the car

With irridescent bubbles of children.

She blooms in the close plush seats

Like a narcissus in a bowl of stones.

She croons to a baby in her lap --

The trees come swinging by to listen,

And the electric lights in the ceiling are stars.

 

please can somebody help me here plz

 

Well...I'm not sure what to say exactly, I really like it, it's good! The words flow really nice together!

 

thanks a lot miss and i hope that someone please can help me im still waiting for you reactions and comments

 

I like the second one
Or they all work as a one? However, I like your point.

 

thanks
so go ahead plz more comments or reactions

 

I like the bit about the drunken mans displaying his naked soul...is he physically naked, or is he simply letting his real side out due to the drink? Hmmm...if we wait awhile perhaps we'll see his naked soul pick a fight with someone twice his size, vomit in the corner and then lay down in it and fall asleep...or is that just my naked soul that does that?:jester:

Liked these lines as lot as well, don't know why, just like the irony of the last two, and the image of the trembling feathers(she's like a peacock!).

The layout was interesting as well, are those little dots bullet points?

 

well,thank you verry much and i'd love to have a comment or a short analyse about each stanza,because there is 3stanza.but anyways i liked your remarks
so please go ahead i need more....

 

please anybody here to comments or analysis more please

 

It might be hard for me to find the time orinclination to analyze every word of every stanza as you so requested (several times and most adamantly), but I read the above a few times, and was very attracted to your style, and content. I love the fact that this is reflections on a train ride, where you could see all this and more, and have the time to see it as poetry.

In the first stanza, I can picture you sitting a few seats back, just seeing the feathers "trembling" with her "windy words", and how you might wonder what was being said ,and make many interpretations as of either the stolen pearls or the stolen husband, or something else that was on her mind.. Often when we are sitting on buses or trains or planes, we have nothing better to do than watch other people and wonder about their lives, and wonder what they are talking about.

In the second stanza there is the perhaps too loud obnoxious person who is most likely always on a train or bus everywhere, and is usually causing an uprising of some sort. He , or she is making apologies to everyone as they continue in an uninhibited fashion, very self conscious yet not really caring, and yes perhaps free, free of the need to be approved of, and only able to be free with the use of alcohol (stript and free in the temple of his god), and sometimes that is not a pretty sight.Very descriptive and so realistic a scene.

The third stanza, a mother, is one I can relate to, smiling with her bubbles of children(I had five daughters), and her blooming in her seat, as she tends to all their needs, and there are kisses and hugs and little songs and whispers. She is like a mother angel with the baby in her lap, in a world of her own (narcissus), unaffected and somewhat oblivious to her surroundings, she could as well be sitting in the trees, or under the stars. I loved that one very much.

All in all , this was a very well thought out and imaginative piece, they go together so well, and are very thought provoking,and as you can see by my lengthy analysis and abundance of comments ,that I enjoyed this thoroughly.

 

I really enjoyed the second one. Alcohol is a potentially dangerous substance but consider the truths we can gleam from an experience with it if we are watchful enough. There is beauty in that wretchedness, a vulnerability as you put it. A baring of the soul that is very difficult for the teetotalers to understand.

My own love affair with alcohol has died down considerably. I won't remove it from my life forever, but I look at alcoholic experiences a lot more objectively now. I see it as a tool with a very specialized use (socializing, making friends and connections I might not make ordinarily) moreso than a lifestyle. Not only do I drink less frequently, but also in moderation. I've realized the effects are diminishing when you become so grotesquely inarticulate that communication is impossible. Then it just becomes self indulgent gratification and perhaps a magic potion of self pity and attention.

But I do believe that alcohol has it's perks, if you choose to make it work for you. Marijuana is similar in that it can be a dangerous distraction but also immensely useful. The difference is that I believe pot is overall a much safer and more beneficial substance to mankind, and may even be instrumental in creating a more self aware human world.

End rant. Again, great poems, but I especially like the 2nd one.

 

thanks friends
I hope that you will say more about this poem, don't hesitate

 

I've come back and read this 3 or 4 times. I think what really bugs me most about it is that you could have made much better use of your syllables. It's almost like reading definitions for words rather than the words themselves. Use words that express what you mean to say, and place them in a way that flows as fluidly as possible in your mind - and I say this knowing full well that it probably does flow in your mind... but it doesn't for me... so that's entirely up to you.

 

i wouldent say you need anything to this piece, you made it interesting, words flow pretty good and if i was stoned i am POSITIVE i would enjoy reading it more..if i had the attention span..shit..