. Brenda, it's been several years since I've read enough of Warren to respond to your nice, big question. Or is it just arrogance? Humans are often mistaken in their feelings of superiority to the world that they inhabit Warren questions the belief of human immortality and presents the idea that nature is a judge of humanity's mistakes. How do they buy groceries or tie their shoes, given what they've seen and to some extent understood? The star Is steady, like Plato, over the mountain. Also, Brenda, I do find myself sometimes trying to pull back and see humans on our tilting planet from the long view. The star Is steady, like Plato, over the mountain. By strong diction and syntax, Warren conveys his admiration for the hawk through scene but a critical view of humans through the meaning of the verse.
The emotion remains true and intact, because the poet is not contemptuous of vitality per se, but only of vitality that fails. Warren conveys to us the darkness and immensity of the world through language. In the context of time, the heavy gold of my own errors and faults is no more than one stalk in a vast, immeasurable harvest. Is it day or night the bird is flying? That drip takes over and dominates your mind. His images strike me as more often interesting, or even arresting, than a lot of other poets who are. Just think about the questions and ask your own, about your personal relationship to flying and to cellars.
The head of each stalk is heavy with the gold of our error. If you do not know what the word means look it up. If you still have trouble after doing these five questions, let me know. Thank You, Warren, great theme. The star Is steady, like Plato, over the mountain. Also, the diction gives the feeling of separation as the hawk comes. Long now,The last thrush is still, the last batNow cruises in his sharp hieroglyphics.
Click on any photo to enlarge. The starIs steady, like Plato, over the mountain. Long now, The last thrush is still, the last bat Now cruises in his sharp hieroglyphics. Because I'm a teacher I'm going to help you do the work on your own to analyze this poem. Long now, The last thrush is still, the last bat Now cruises in his sharp hieroglyphics.
Long now, The last thrush is still, the last bat Now cruises in his sharp hieroglyphics. Hannah, I agree, of course. What contrasts are described in the poem? By answering the questions you will learn to use these questions for every poem you read the rest of your school career. In the sense of ancient mountains and steady wisdom, the tribulations of our history are nothing. What words in the poem describe the landscape the bird is flying through? Prompt Read the following poem carefully. His wing Scythes down another day, his motion Is that of the honed steel-edge, we hear The crashless fall of stalks of Time. The star Is steady, like Plato, over the mountain.
Have you ever lain awake at night because a tiny little drip in a remote part of the house is driving you nuts with its tiny but incessant rhythm? Then write a well-organized essay in which you analyze how the poet uses language to describe the scene and to convey mood and meaning. Especially literature and language, education, football and baseball, movies, history, then and now, birds, two-lane roads. With its rhythmical loveliness an evening lull quickened by hawk-motions and its unrepentent sensory vividness, which triumphs at the end, and most of all the hawks animal vigor, the poem stays alive, however fought over from inside. The speaker's syntax is swift and steady like the hawk. Highlight the words which provide tone, mood, feeling. Why do you think the poet compares the wing to this tool? In his poetry, Robert Penn Warren shows the same control and purpose. If there were no wind we might, we think, hearThe earth grind on its axis, or historyDrip in darkness like a leaking pipe in the cellar.
The bird of prey is not an emblem by means of which the necessity it embodies may be examined. His wisdom Is ancient, too, and immense. It is what we hear, it grabs our focus and, for the time we lie awake, it is all we can think about. It seemed like every word on every page was placed with steady purpose — that every word choice was important and deeper than I could fathom. The speaker conveys the mood and meaning, primarily through scenes, using diction and syntax. His wisdom Is ancient, too, and immense. But to see them as some kind of celestial judge or marker of time make that Time, capitalized strikes me as a bit loud, excessive.
You can follow any responses to this entry through the feed. The head of each stalk is heavy with the gold of our error. His wisdomIs ancient, too, and immense. I continue to think poets and stand-up comics have a lot in common, naked and alone, going for the right subjects, the right timing, the right music, the convincing illusion of a real person speaking naturally, never mind the obvious presence of the stage. But human history is like a dripping pipe in the cellar. The poem attempts to break into allegory with Look! You can , or from your own site. In the last two stanzas, however, I yield.