|Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,|
|So do our minutes hasten to their end;|
|Each changing place with that which goes before,|
|In sequent toil all forwards do contend.|
|Nativity, once in the main of light,|
|Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,|
|Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight,|
|And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.|
|Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth|
|And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,|
|Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,|
|And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:|
|And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,|
|Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.|
What is Shakespeare talking about in this poem? (Hint: Not Nature!)
"Loveliest of Trees"
by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
And since to look at things in bloom
How old is the speaker of this poem in "Loveliest of Trees"? (Hint: Read the middle paragraph! It's not as hard as it might seem!)
Monday, January 12, 2009
How Well Do You Know Poetry?
There are two poems that I have studied in English class, and two poems stumped me. Will you let them stump you? Comment if you know the answer. Those who do not, try not to look at the answers until you think you know what it is. Have fun!