Critical Analysis #1 |
The Four Dames |
Raj_Yura Junior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 13 |
The Four Dames The four dames dawn me Each at different hour When the day is yet not whole But its' own part They tip-toe from my memory In precinct of my room Each in its' own garb One as calm as a new born moon One as moody as an evening star One as pensive as a polestar One as awake as a morning star Here I have an easel A canvas,a brush,a motley clours crew If only her lines,forms an curves have me a silhouette strew Each returns to memory From where she came To so far a distance As my earth is to me When the other returns to a distance So far as my eyes are to me |
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mark woolard Member
since 2001-01-02
Posts 143 |
raj-- potentially, this could kill (figuratively speaking). i personally think it could use some work in the description dept. paint more elaborate images. i laughed at the "motley colors crew" line. . .do you mean who i think you mean? |
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Pearls_Of_Wisdom Member
since 2000-09-02
Posts 175 |
Hi there! Welcome to Passions. I was absorbed in your poem up until "have me a silhouette strew", where it started going way over my head. I do like ambiguous poems, but maybe the readers need a few more hints in order to get the full impact of what you're saying. Anyway, I thought it was unique and had a distinctive style, so it still has those things going for it. Care to enlighten us on what you were thinkng when you wrote it? |
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Raj_Yura Junior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 13 |
Each dame represents a time of the day. The poem is inspired by a painting by Mucha.the narrator finds the hour as it represents, difficult to paint on the canvas since the time is short and one dame metamorphsizes into another. |
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J.L. Humphres Member
since 2000-01-03
Posts 201Alabama |
Raj, The poem's imagery wise is good, the style however, didn't work for me. Possibly some punctuation and stanzas. Of course that may just be my left-brain talking. I did like the idea behind the piece and look forward to seeing more of your work. J.L.H. Jason God is a warm whisper from the cool void. Jack Kerouac |
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