Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain’s rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me.
“Parting At Morning”, A Short 4 lines Poem in simple Rhyme ofABBA , By A Preeminent Victorian Poet Robert Browning ( 1812 – ) is About the experience of seeing the world afresh after spending a night with a lover. Hence, an aubade, or a poem about loversparting in the morning. : : : :
Lines 1 & 2 : : “Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, 1
And the sun looked over the mountain’s rim:” 2
About The enlivened strip of a land projected in to the “sudden (ly) appearing “sea” water , that is “landscape” Round the “cape” before the Speaker Poet and the “sun” look(ing) “over the mountain’s rim”. Sun , here is personified as it lookeddownover the rim which is a raised edge of a circular shape of the “mountain” The words , “Round” and “Rim” as well as “sudden “, “sea” , and “sun” are the examples of alliteration. The poem opens in the scene of two companions. The Speaker Poet , however does not come out with any emotions or seems keenly excited about the nightlong stay aflamed with consequent desire. : : : :
Lines 3 & 4 : : ” And straight was a path of gold for him, 3
And the need of a world of men for me. 4
About The Speaker Poet and the Sun. The sun has a “straight path of a gold(en)” light set “for him.”The 4 Th line he proclaimed was a ‘moving away’ from the Not So – ‘ardentrelationship’ which is of ‘unimportance’ to him and as indicated already in the First Two lines of the poem. The experience of being together with his companion was nightlong stay yet parting At Morning was not worthy of notes. The inclination for the Speaker Poet is to give up his company too easily. He had favoured the other more important alternative over the overindulgent companionship. So he promalgated by saying that he had the “needof a world of men for me.”/him which would fill to satisfaction. : : That is the way , on “parting At Morning ” Browning glorifies his manly world. : : : :
“Parting At Morning”, A Morning Poem By Robert Browning Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India July 22 , 2023 : : : : : : : :
Lucretia Maria Davidson ( September 27, 1808, in Plattsburgh, New York – August 27, 1825 ) : : : : Born in New York state near Lake Champlain, Lucretia M. Davidson was the second daughter of a chronically ill family in which seven of the nine children died young. Her mother, Margaret, who had periodic spells of months-long invalidism, educated her children at home. Upon discovering four-year-old Lucretia’s early experiments with poetry, she eagerly encouraged this talent. Under the patronage of benefactor Moss Kent, Lucretia Davidson attended. Her work was published posthumously in Poetical Remains of the Late Lucretia Maria Davidson (Lea & Blanchard, 1841). : : : : : : : :Bright Star: : “Bright Star of the Morning! This bosom is cold-
I was force from my native shade,
And I wrapped me around with my mantle’s fold,
A sad, mournful Circassian maid!
And I then vow’d that rapture should never move
This changeless check, this rayless eye,
And I then vowed to feel neither bliss nor love,
But I vowed I would meet thee and die.”
* Morning : : By Lucretia Maria Davidson( 1808 – 1825 ) : : : :
I come in the breath of the wakened breeze, I kiss the flowers, and I bend the trees; And I shake the dew, which hath fallen by night, From its throne, on the lily’s pure bosom of white. Awake thee, when bright from my couch in the sky, I beam o’er the mountains, and come from on high; When my gay purple banners are waving afar; When my herald, gray dawn, hath extinguished each star; When I smile on the woodlands, and bend o’er the lake, Then awake thee, O maiden, I bid thee awake! Thou mayst slumber when all the wide arches of Heaven Glitter bright with the beautiful fire of even; When the moon walks in glory, and looks from on high, O’er the clouds floating far through the clear azure sky, Drifting on like the beautiful vessels of Heaven, To their far-away harbour, all silently driven, Bearing on, in their bosoms, the children of light, Who have fled from this dark world of sorrow and night; When the lake lies in calmness and darkness, save where The bright ripple curls, ‘neath the smile of a star; When all is in silence and solitude here, Then sleep, maiden, sleep! without sorrow or fear! But when I steal silently over the lake, Awake thee then, maiden, awake! oh, awake!
** Morning Melody : : By Lucretia Maria Davidson ( 1808 – 1825 ) : : : : I come in the breath of the waken’d breeze, I kiss the flowers, and I bend the trees; And I shake the dew, which hath fallen by night, From its throne, on the lily’s pure bosom of white. Awake thee, when bright from my couch in the sky, I beam o’er the mountains, and come from on high: When my gay purple banners are waving afar; When my herald, gray dawn, hath extinguish’d each star: When I smile on the woodlands, I bid thee awake! Then awake thee, O maiden, I bid thee awake! Thou may’st slumber when all the wide arches of heaven Glitter bright with the beautiful fires of even; When the moon walks in glory, and looks from on high, O’er the clouds floating far through the clear azure sky; Drifting on like the beautiful vessels of heaven, To their far-away harbour, all silently driven; Bearing on, in their bosoms, the children of light, Who have fled from this dark world of sorrow and night; When the lake lies in calmness and darkness, save where The bright ripple curls, ‘neath the smile of a star; When all is in silence and solitude here, Then sleep, maiden, sleep! without sorrow or fear! But when I steal silently over the lake, Awake thee then, maiden, awake! oh, awake! — Lucretia Maria Davidson : : For educational Purposes only. : :
Birdie’s Morning Song : : By George Cooper : : ( May 14, 1840, New York City – September 26, 1927, New York City ) : : : : Wake up, little darling, the birdies are out, And here you are still in your nest! The laziest birdie is hopping about; You ought to be up with the rest. Wake up, little darling, wake up! Oh, see what you miss when you slumber so long— The dewdrops, the beautiful sky! I can not sing half what you lose in my song; And yet, not a word in reply. Wake up, little darling, wake up! I’ve sung myself quite out of patience with you, While mother bends o’er your dear head; Now birdie has done all that birdie can do: Her kisses will wake you instead! Wake up, little darling, wake up!
” Birdie’s Morning Song”, By George Cooper is About Waking Up . George Cooper ( May 14, 1840, New York City – September 26, 1927, New York City ) was an American poet remembered chiefly for his song lyrics, many set to music by Stephen Foster.
He translated the lyrics of German, Russian, Italian, Spanish, and French musical works into singable English. Words for the 1869 song “Sweet Genevieve”, to music by Henry L Tucker. “October’s Party” Memorized by 3 Rd grade students in the 1950s.
Morning Poem : : by Mary Oliver : born Maple Heights, Ohio and lived in Massachusetts and Florida. : : : : :
Every morning the world is created. Under the orange
sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches– and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands
of summer lilies. If it is your nature to be happy you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination alighting everywhere. And if your spirit carries within it
the thorn that is heavier than lead– if it’s all you can do to keep on trudging–
there is still somewhere deep within you a beast shouting that the earth is exactly what it wanted–
each pond with its blazing lilies is a prayer heard and answered lavishly, every morning,
whether or not you have ever dared to be happy, whether or not you have ever dared to pray.
“Mary Oliver
“Morning Poem” From The 1986 poetry collection , ‘Dream works’ , By An American Poet and prose writer , A winner of National Book Award ( 1992 ) , and A Pulitzer prize winner ( 1984 ) Mary Oliver, is About hope and new beginning. The sunrise 🌅🌄 / Dawn speaks about this and by that persons , happy or sad become conscious of the New 🆕 Day. She says , “ashes…turn into leaves again.” No matter what went before, the dawn as a new day / rebirth starts over again. : : : :
Stanza 1 : : “Every morning the world is created. Under the orange” : : lines 1 To 4 : : : :
About “creation” Every morning and uses enjambment to bolster our focus. She wants us to keep recreation, new beginnings, in mind
Stanza 2 : : ” sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again” : : lines 5 To 8 : : : :
About “under the orange”/ that is , the ☀️ sun , the illuminant sunrays ( ” sticks” of the sun ) “the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again.” :that is, fire 🔥 of the sun which occurred that night before the sunrise giving away the “ashes” of the night to spread its new form of sunrays on the thin wooden branches of the tree again with a birth creations “in to leaves” Such turning in takes place everyday on “Morning” This reminds of “phoenix” bird rising from its burnt ashes anew , each time it is burnt , rebirth takes the re – birth again. : : : :
Stanza 3 : : “and fasten themselves to the high branches– and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands.” : : lines 9 To 12 : : : :
About shinning leaves ( “fastened” ) to the tall and top level branches of the tree and the “ponds appearing like black cloth ” which will continue to convey the meaningful images in the next Stanza 4 : : : :
Stanza 4 : : “of summer lilies. If it is your nature to be happy you will swim away along the soft trails” : : lines 13 To 16 : : : :
About the islands of summer lilies on the ponds ( like black cloth ) and life 🧬 cycle of the creations on rebirth / new 🆕 hopeful beginning of life forms. Persons with nature to become / remain happy will see the beauty in Nature.
Stanza 5 : : ” for hours, your imagination alighting everywhere. And if your spirit carries within it” : : lines 17 To 20 : : : :
About the day and night , that is , through daylight and darkness : ” expressed in the word ” for hours” ( 24 Hours ) : :
Stanza 6 : : “the thorn that is heavier than lead– if it’s all you can do to keep on trudging–” : : lines 21 To 24 : : : :
About the ” thorn” that is heavier than lead – ” suggestive of sadness which weighs heavily on the mindset of a sad person having an oppressive sorrows ; whose senses and spirit are down- pressed. Such saddened persons are unable to see and enjoy beauty of creations occuring everyday , everywhere in Nature on each morning. If it is ( the case of saddened persons ) all they ” can do” is “to keep on trudging -” Meaning , they have to walk heavily with a struggle, yet firmly as they are aweary under great strain and stress. : : : :
Stanza 7 : : ” there is still somewhere deep within you a beast shouting that the earth is exactly what it wanted–” : : lines 25 To 28 : : : :
About happy mindset capable of removing sadness of a saddened mind which is suggested by the expression, ” .. . deep within you a beast shouting.. . ” Hope for new 🆕 beginning / restarting / re – birth always exists even when the persons go aweary. The darkness remains as night long. Dawn will appear with the sunrays on the morning.
Stanza 8 : : “each pond with its blazing lilies is a prayer heard and answered lavishly, every morning,” : : lines 29 To 32 : : : :
About “blazing lilies of each pond” appeared like a “dark cloth” are shinning intensely as with the blazing / bright sun blinding with its rapid and repeated shoots of sunrays. The dark pond with dazzling lilies is a ” prayer 🤲🙏 heard and answered lavishly ( richly ) every morning .” This is an eye – popping imaginary.
Stanza 9 : : ” whether or not you have ever dared to be happy, whether or not you have ever dared to pray.” : : lines 33 To 36 : : : :
About encouraging with notes to become heady and bold with the willingness to try or do something to become happy by overcoming the saddened mind with a view to seeing the beauty of creations in Nature and a light to feel happy. For this , it is not necessary to pray for it because happiness exists everyday on each morning 🌅🌄
“Morning Poem” , By Mary Oliver Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India July 19 , 2023 : : : : : : : :
Will There Really Be A Morning : : By Emily Dickinson 101
Will there really be a morning? 1 Is there such a thing as day? 2 Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? 3
Has it feet like water-lilies? 4 Has it feathers like a bird?5 Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard? 6
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor! Oh, some wise man from the skies! Please to tell a little pilgrim Where the place called morning.
“Will There Really Be A Morning”, A playful as well as earnest Morning Poem By Emily Dickinson is About A Query for the ‘Bright Good Day’ On seeing a Morning with a particular physical form from The Poet Speaker’s Window 🪟 One might see in it her relationship with her faith and struggle for finding a truthful path of devotion and with, one might say, GOD. Each of the first Two Stanzas contains 3 Queries which are detached and unemotional. : : She expects that “some scholar ! , some sailor ! some wise man from the skies !” would tell “a little pilgrim ,”Where the place called Morning.. ” was existing perhaps because they probably foreknew of the happening with ahead of time. Her poetic queries have a simple eagerness of some child who may be a delight to “someone” who has journeyed to a far – off place of her curiosity , in a foreign land reachable by a sea voyage or a sky wandering , or sailing through by a pilgrim ( little ! and not old 0ne !! ) venerator like herself who would visit a sacred holy place with devotion. Her anticipation expected from the Three Different Persons involved in these different approaches in knowing how a Morning that turned , always to a bright 🌞 Day 😎 has been taking a shape from such a place which remained hidden , or unknown to her. : :
Query 1 : : Will there really be a morning 🌅🌄 ? : : The word , “really” adds as an intensifier to the meaning of truly a Morning and a fact in reality – really / awesomely an enjoyable morning in its simple template and in a wider sense hope , renewal , and a 🆕 beginning / re- starting towards a better future. : :
Query 2 : : Is there such a thing as day ? : : This query 🧐 doubts in admitting the start / re- starting taking life to a better future. Perhaps, some uncertainty , a state of despair, dismay , and desperate efforts have prevailed to feel a lose of 💜 heart. : :
Query 3 : : Could I see it from the mountains, If I were as tall as they ? : : The word “mountains ” suggests easy understanding and grasping the inner nature. With these qualities , she wants to rise to the level of mountains of an advantageous position to see the wide comprehensive view of a real morning that would enable her to be hopeful of gaining the commanding perspective of a better future. THE REALLY GOOD BRIGHT DAYS – અચ્છે દિન. : :
Query 4 : : Has it 🐾 feet like water-lilies ? : : Her curiosity here is About The size of its feet 🐾 in its waking pace and for the distance covered in two steps and in total, in its day-long journey or its feet 🐾 could be hidden such as the case with beautiful and desirable water – liliesfloating on a surface of water. : :
Query 5 : : Has it 🪶 🪶 feathers like a bird ? : : Feathers are physical features of a bird which a real morning might not display although she presents them expecting with a Morning wishfully personified in having the same, as beautiful and desirable, like feets wished forwater – lilies. : :
Query 6 : : Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard ? : : These lines are suggestive of the hopes for a better future coming in from the far – off land of famous countries Of which she has never heard. : :
Some scholar , sailor and wiseman are called upon to provide the necessary knowledge , guidelines and wisdom from their experiences enabling her to set about for her pilgrimage / a journey of faith and devotion. They could “tell a little pilgrim Where the place called Morning 🌅 🌄 would be with a hope for a better future. : :
“Will There Really Be A Morning?”, A Morning Poem By Emily Dickinson Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India July 19 , 2023 : : : : : : : :
Love Is… : By Adrian Henri ( ) Birkenhead, Cheshire.
Love is…
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans 1
Love is a fanclub with only two fans 2
Love is walking holding paintstained hands 3
Love is.
Love is fish and chips on winter nights 4
Love is blankets full of strange delights 5
Love is when you don’t put out the light 6
Love is
Love is the presents in Christmas shops 7
Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops 8
Love is what happens when the music stops 9
Love is
Love is white panties lying all forlorn 10
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm 11
Love is when you have to leave at dawn 12
Love is
Love is you and love is me 13
Love is prison and love is free 14
Love’s what’s there when you are away from me 15
Love is…
“Love is…” A 21 lines Morning Poem “at dawn” By Adrian Henry, is About defining “LOVEand understanding it in 15 listed ways , marked as HERE In ABOVE in the Poem, to consider 💕😘 love. : : The romantic relationships focus on small moments, such as “forlorn” or abandoned clothing, and everyday chores. A liking appears in the relationship. By joining hands carefully and conscientiously the efforts of lovers can successfully face any hardship of life that have tested them in becoming happy and cheerful together. Having fish and chips together in winter nights creates a time and place to feel the LOVE for each other. A blanket of LOVE holds many exciting things including sleepless nights dreaming of your partner of love.Love is like a Christmas GIFT of an attractive appeal. Love’s magic makes you feel on cloud nine. From the top 🔝 of the World everything seems s perfect. A GREAT MOMENT TO ENJOY. Music will stop yet the RHYTHM of LOVE remains unceasing and everlasting even after stopping of the music played for the lovers. LOVE brings intimacy and closenessto the lovers who sense the warmth of love. Separation is hard in love. Togetherness sustains the lovers with increasing sense of belonging which is a happiness felt in secure relationship. The lovers feel the pain in separation and do not want to wave goodbye when they have to leave at the dawn. Calling “You” Or ” Me” refers to the lovers. Love keeps them go back to each one again and again. They feel LOVE even in a physical separation. Lovers know no bounds. They go past all limits and boundaries. : : Love’s what’s there when you are away from me.” Love 💕😘
“Love Is… ” A Morning Poem By Adrian Henri Information Appreciation and poem Analysis Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India July 17 , 2023 : : : : : : : :
Olivia Ward Bush-Banks ( 1869 – 1944 ) An African-American and Native American journalist, poet, and author : ( From poets.org ) : was born in Sag Harbor, New York, on February 27, 1869, to parents of African and Montauk descent.After her mother died when she was nine months old, Bush-Banks was sent to live with her aunt in Providence, Rhode Island. It was while she was enrolled at Providence High School that Bush-Banks began writing poems, many of which reflected on her heritage and biracial identity.
After high school, Bush-Banks got married and had two daughters. A few years later, she divorced and briefly lived with her aunt in Providence again before moving her family to Boston, where she served as the assistant dramatic director at the Robert Gould Shaw Community House.
In 1899, Bush-Banks published the ten-poem collection Original Poems (Louis A. Basinet Press), followed by Driftwood (Atlantic Printing Co., 1914). Paul Laurence Dunbar praised her first collection, saying it “should be an inspiration to the women of our race.” By 1900, Bush-Banks had contributed to a number of publications, including Boston Transcript, Voice of the Negro, and Colored American Magazine, and was serving as the historian for the Montauk nation, a position she held until she remarried in the early 1920s.
After remarrying, Bush-Banks moved to Chicago, where she advocated for the New Negro Movement and established a private drama school, the Bush-Banks School of Expression.
In the 1930s, Bush-Banks moved to New York City, where she served as a drama coach in Harlem under a Works Progress Administration (WPA) program and wrote for the Westchester Record-Courier.an African-American and Native American journalist, poet, and author.
During her lifetime, she contributed to the Colored American magazine.
Bush-Banks died in New York City on April 8, 1944 .
Olivia Ward Bush-Banks ( 1 )MORNING ( 1914 )
Bright glows the morn, I pace the shining sands, And watch the children, as with eager hands They gather driftwood for the evening fire. Their merry laughter, ringing loud and clear, Resounds like sweetest music to my ear, As swift they toil, each with the same desire.
And now their task completed, they depart, Each one with beaming face and happy heart, They too, will watch the driftwood fire to-night, And knowing this, they hasten glad and gay, With willing feet, along the homeward way, Their precious burdens bearing with delight.
I watch these little children of the poor, Till they have reached each lowly dwelling’s door, And then, I too my footsteps homeward turn; I fancy what a joyous sight ’twill be, To see the children sitting in their glee, Close by the fire and laugh to see it burn.
From out my open window, I can see The rolling waves, as fierce and restlessly, They dash against the long, long stretch of shore, And in the distance, I can dimly trace, Some out-bound vessel having left her place Of Harbor, to return perhaps no more.
Within my mind there dwells this lingering thought, How oft from ill the greatest good is wrought, Perhaps some shattered wreck along the strand, Will help to make the fire burn more bright, And for some weary traveller to-night, ’Twill serve the purpose of a guiding hand.
Ah yes, and thus it is with these our lives, Some poor misshapen remnant still survives, Of what was once a fair and beauteous form, And yet some dwelling may be made more bright, Some one afar may catch a gleam of light, After the fury of the blighting storm.
The rising sun had crowned the hills, And added beauty to the plain; O grand and wondrous spectacle! That only nature could explain.
I stood within a leafy grove, And gazed around in blissful awe; The sky appeared one mass of blue, That seemed to spread from sea to shore.
Far as the human eye could see, Were stretched the fields of waving corn. Soft on my ear the warbling birds Were heralding the birth of morn.
While here and there a cottage quaint Seemed to repose in quiet ease Amid the trees, whose leaflets waved And fluttered in the passing breeze.
O morning hour! so dear thy joy, And how I longed for thee to last; But e’en thy fading into day Brought me an echo of the past.
‘Twas this,—how fair my life began; How pleasant was its hour of dawn; But, merging into sorrow’s day, Then beauty faded with the morn.
— Olivia Ward Bush-Bank : : Published in ‘Poem-a-Day’ on November 23, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.
“Morning on Shinnecock”, 6 Stanzas / Quatrains Poem in rhyming of ABCD , Originally appeared in Annual Report of the Montauk Tribe of Indians for the Year 1916 By Olivia Ward Bush-Banks ( 1869 – 1944 ) is About speaker’s life which is like “the beauty of morning that faded in to a day with the morn(ing).” : : It describes ,”The rising sun had crowned the hills, And added beauty to the plain; O grand and wondrous spectacle! That only nature could explain.” : : She was as beautiful and unbothered as the sunrise. The warmth and light “stretches the field” and the warbling birds “heralding” the birth of morn(ing).” Yet, the morning cannot last. But on ,” merging in to sorrow’s day , beauty ( is ) faded with the morning.”: :
Notes for each of the 6 Stanzas Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India July 16 , 2023 : : : :
Here is Memory walking in the dark there are no pictures of her as she is the coming day was never seen before the stars have gone into another life the dreams have left with no sound of farewell insects wake flying up with their feet wet trying to take the night along with them Memory alone is awake with me knowing that this may be the only time
— W.S. Merwin, from his newest book Garden Time (Copper Canyon Press, 2016) Source : http://www.coppercanyonpress.org : : From The Merwin Conservancy ; For Educational Purposes only.
“Early One Morning”, A sad Short Poem By ,A former US Poet Laureate ( surrealist ) , and Pulitzer Prize winner for his book ,”The Carrier of Ladders”, and above all, the most noteworthy writers of literature within the last 💯 years, M S Merwin is About “Memory walking in the dark”, and about A lonely and nostalgic older man who is stuck in looking back his younger days. The lack of light hints that the “Memory” is not just anyone would see since it can easily go unnoticed. The narrator knows to look back and he sees and holds to recollections of the past in a desperate, nostalgic manner. His past details are more preferable to present ones. “Memory” is his best company because it is his only company. His future is potentially non-existent in this life, and his presence feels lonely and wanting. : : : :
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Alan Alexander Milne ( 1922 ) Photo : Featuring Winnie the pooh: 1 St Edition published in 1924. Milne with his son Christopher Robin and Pooh Bear, at Cotchford Farm, their home in Sussex. Photo by Howard Coster, 1926. : In 1921, Milne bought the 18-inch Alpha Farnell teddy bear for his son (who would name it Edward, then Winnie) from Harrods department store. : Milne was the father of bookseller Christopher Robin Milne, upon whom the character Christopher Robin is based. It was during a visit to London Zoo, where Christopher became enamoured with the tame and amiable bear Winnipeg, that Milne was inspired to write the story of Winnie-the-Pooh for his son. Milne bequeathed the original manuscripts of the Winnie-the-Pooh stories to the Wren Library at Trinity College, Cambridge, his alma mater.
Spring Morning: : By A A Milne ( 1882 – 1956 ) Where am I going? I don’t quite know. Down to the stream where the king-cups grow- Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow- Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know.
Where am I going? The clouds sail by, Little ones, baby ones, over the sky. Where am I going? The shadows pass, Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there, You’d sail on water as blue as air, And you’d see me here in the fields and say: “Doesn’t the sky look green today?”
Where am I going? The high rooks call: “It’s awful fun to be born at all.” Where am I going? The ring-doves coo: “We do have beautiful things to do.”
If you were a bird, and lived on high, You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by, You’d say to the wind when it took you away: “That’s where I wanted to go today!”
Where am I going? I don’t quite know. What does it matter where people go? Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow- Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know. — A A Milne : From allpoetry. com : For educational purposes only .
“Spring Morning”, A Morning Poem in a rhymical pace ( AABB in 2nd through 5 Th Stanzas , Same rhyme in 1 St & 6 Th Ones ) By Alan Alexander Milne ( 1882 – 1956 ) Well Known as Children ‘s Writings and for his ‘Winnie-the-Pooh’ poems and stories ( He also served with British Army in both the World Wars. ) is About A Question ❓ Where am I going ⁉️ The Speakre’s life is reflected in a continued questioning of where this person is going. Throughout, the Morning and Spring-related images depict his world. This includes “high rooks” calling, clouds sailing by, and the sun coming up. : : “Spring Morning” is the 16 th poem of ‘When We Were Very Young’. Although responding to child-like questions, the lyrical voice reflects on different aspects of life. : : ” [‘Spring Morning’ was published in 1924. It was featured in a poetry book called When We Were Very Young, illustrated by E. H. Shepard. Several of the verses of these poems were set to music by Harold Fraser-Simson. When We Were Very Young is very well known for introducing the characters of Christopher Robin and Winnie-the-Pooh. The collection opens with Just Before We Begin, which suggests the figure of Christopher Robin, and, later in the book, Teddy Bear is the first appearance of Winnie-the-Pooh in A. A. Milne’s works. This poetry book contains 45 poems and it is a best-selling book.] ” : Information from website of poem analysis : :
Notes for each of the 6 Stanzas Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India July 14 , 2023 : : : :
Anglo-Irish poet, satirist, essayist, and political pamphleteer Jonathan Swift was born in Dublin, Ireland. He spent much of his early adult life in England before returning to Dublin to serve as Dean of St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin for the last 30 years of his life. It was this later stage when he would write most of his greatest works. Best known as the author of A Modest Proposal (1729), Gulliver’s Travels (1726), and A Tale Of A Tub (1704), Swift is widely acknowledged as the greatest prose satirist in the history of English literature.
Swift’s father died months before Jonathan was born, and his mother returned to England shortly after giving birth, leaving Jonathan in the care of his uncle in Dublin. Swift’s extended family had several interesting literary connections: his grandmother, Elizabeth (Dryden) Swift, was the niece of Sir Erasmus Dryden, grandfather of the poet John Dryden. The same grandmother’s aunt, Katherine (Throckmorton) Dryden, was a first cousin of Elizabeth, wife of Sir Walter Raleigh. His great-great grandmother, Margaret (Godwin) Swift, was the sister of Francis Godwin, author of The Man in the Moone, which influenced parts of Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels. His uncle, Thomas Swift, married a daughter of the poet and playwright Sir William Davenant, a godson of William Shakespeare. Swift’s uncle served as Jonathan’s benefactor, sending him to Trinity College Dublin, where he earned his BA and befriended writer William Congreve. Swift also studied toward his MA before the Glorious Revolution of 1688 forced Jonathan to move to England, where he would work as a secretary to a diplomat. He would earn an MA from Hart Hall, Oxford University, in 1692, and eventually a Doctor in Divinity degree from Trinity College Dublin in 1702.
Swift’s poetry has a relationship either by interconnections with, or by reactions against, the poetry of his contemporaries and predecessors. He was probably influenced, in particular, by the Restoration writers John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester and Samuel Butler (who shared Swift’s penchant for octosyllabic verse). He may have picked up pointers from the Renaissance poets John Donne and Sir Philip Sidney. Beside these minor borrowings of his contemporaries, his debts are almost negligible. In the Augustan Age, an era which did not necessarily value originality above other virtues, his poetic contribution was strikingly original.
In reading Swift’s poems, one is first impressed with their apparent spareness of allusion and poetic device. Anyone can tell that a particular poem is powerful or tender or vital or fierce, but literary criticism seems inadequate to explain why. A few recent critics have carefully studied his use of allusion and image, but with only partial success. It still seems justified to conclude that Swift’s straightforward poetic style seldom calls for close analysis, his allusions seldom bring a whole literary past back to life, and his images are not very interesting in themselves. In general, Swift’s verses read faster than John Dryden’s or Alexander Pope’s, with much less ornamentation and masked wit. He apparently intends to sweep the reader along by the logic of the argument to the several conclusions he puts forth. He seems to expect that the reader will appreciate the implications of the argument as a whole, after one full and rapid reading. For Swift’s readers, the couplet will not revolve slowly upon itself, exhibiting intricate patterns and fixing complex relationships between fictive worlds and contemporary life.
The poems are not always as spare in reality as Swift would have his readers believe, but he seems deliberately to induce in them an unwillingness to look closely at the poems for evidence of technical expertise. He does this in part by working rather obviously against some poetic conventions, in part by saying openly that he rejects poetic cant, and in part by presenting himself—in many of his poems—as a perfectly straightforward man, incapable of a poet’s deviousness. By these strategies, he directs attention away from his handling of imagery and meter, even in those instances where he has been technically ingenious. For the most part, however, the impression of spareness is quite correct; and if judged by the sole criterion of technical density, then he would have to be judged an insignificant poet. But technical density is a poetic virtue only as it simulates and accompanies subtlety of thought. One could argue that Swift’s poems create a density of another kind: that “The Day of Judgement,” for example, initiates a subtle process of thought that takes place after, rather than during, the reading of the poem, at a time when the mind is more or less detached from the printed page. One could argue as well that Swift makes up in power what he lacks in density: that the strength of the impression created by his directness gives an impetus to prolonged meditation of a very high quality. On these grounds, valuing Swift for what he really is and does, one must judge him a major figure in poetry as well as prose.
Swift suffered a stroke in 1742, leaving him unable to speak. He died three years later, and was buried at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin.Jonathan Swift was prominent contributor to the Magazine “Tatler'”Four Times of the Day, a series of paintings by William Hogarth, was inspired by “A Depiction of the Morning”, among other works.
A Description of the MorningBy Jonathan Swift ( 1667 – 1745 ) : : : : : : : : : :
Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show’d the ruddy morn’s approach. Now Betty from her master’s bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own.
The slip-shod ‘prentice from his master’s door Had par’d the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor. Now Moll had whirl’d her mop with dext’rous airs, Prepar’d to scrub the entry and the stairs.
The youth with broomy stumps began to trace The kennel-edge, where wheels had worn the place. The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep; Till drown’d in shriller notes of “chimney-sweep.”
Duns at his lordship’s gate began to meet; And brickdust Moll had scream’d through half a street. The turnkey now his flock returning sees, Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees. The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands; And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.
“Description of the Morning”, Written in 1709 By An Irish Poet Jonathan Swift ( 1667 – 1745 ) first published in October 1710 in British Magazine ‘The Tatler’ with a title ,”Description of a City Shower”( discussing the artificiality of life in the city and existence.), is About contemporary social state of London City development of commerce and business and the effect the latter had on the common people and their lifestyle in England. Fairer, David; Gerrard, Christine (2004), 18 th Century Poetry : An Annotated Anthology ) referred to the text as an early example of the oxymoronic ( e. g. ‘deafening silence’ : conjoining contradictory terms ) “town eclogue,” ( short poem of pastoral/rural life ) or “urban georgic”( rural poem about cultivating land / husbandry ) : Swift himself liked as his best poem that he ever wrote : “They think ’tis the best thing I ever writ, and I think so too.” It was an inspiration for other works, including English artist William Hogarth’s series of four paintings, Four Times of the Day, among other works and texts, such as John Gay’s “Trivia”, as well as Swift’s own “A Description of a City Shower”: Look at the photos of the paintings , HERE In ABOVE : : “A Description of the Morning” is written in heroic couplets: iambic pentameter rhyming couplets. The couplets are closed one couplet does not flow into the next, but is instead concluded : : : :
Notes for each of the Couplets : Appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India July 13 , 2023 : : : :
Jonathan Swift’s “A Description of the Morning” is a vivid satirical picture of early morning in London. Rather than describing sunrise romantically, Swift portrays the awakening of ordinary city life—servants, apprentices, street vendors, debt collectors, thieves, and schoolboys. The poem celebrates realism and gently mocks the routines and social conditions of eighteenth-century urban life.
Couplet (1) “Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach Appearing, show’d the ruddy morn’s approach. Now Betty from her master’s bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own.” ( 1 )
Meaning: “Betty” is the common name for a female servant. She has just left her master’s room after attending to him early in the morning. She quietly returns to her own small bed and deliberately ruffles it so that it appears she has been sleeping there all night. This couplet humorously reveals the hidden life of domestic servants. Their day begins long before everyone else’s, and their work is so invisible that they even make their beds appear undisturbed. Swift gently exposes the unequal social order in which servants must erase all traces of their labour.
Couplet (2) “The slip-shod ‘prentice from his master’s door Had par’d the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor. Now Moll had whirl’d her mop with dext’rous airs, Prepar’d to scrub the entry and the stairs.” ( 2 )
Meaning: An apprentice, wearing worn-out slippers, scrapes away the mud collected outside his master’s shop and sprinkles water to keep the dust down. Meanwhile, another servant, Moll, expertly twirls her mop and prepares to clean the entrance and staircase. Swift shows that the city awakens through the hard work of ordinary labourers. Before customers or wealthy people begin their day, apprentices and maids have already been busy making homes and shops clean and presentable. Their skilled, repetitive work forms the unseen foundation of city life.
Couplet (3) “The youth with broomy stumps began to trace The kennel-edge, where wheels had worn the place. The small-coal man was heard with cadence deep; Till drown’d in shriller notes of ‘chimney-sweep.'”( 3 )
Meaning: A street sweeper uses his rough broom to clean along the gutter, especially where carriage wheels have worn grooves in the road. Soon the deep, rhythmic cry of the coal seller advertising his fuel fills the air, but it is quickly drowned out by the sharper, higher-pitched cries of the chimney sweeps seeking work. Swift brings the sounds of London’s streets vividly before the reader. Morning is announced not by birdsong but by the cries of working people. Their voices become the city’s “music,” reminding us that commerce and labour define urban life.
Couplet (4) “Duns at his lordship’s gate began to meet; And brickdust Moll had scream’d through half a street. The turnkey now his flock returning sees, Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees. The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands; And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.”( 4 )
Meaning: Creditors (“duns”) gather outside a nobleman’s house hoping to collect unpaid debts. A woman selling brickdust for cleaning loudly advertises her wares through the streets. A corrupt jailer watches prisoners return after secretly allowing them out at night to steal in exchange for bribes. Bailiffs quietly wait to arrest debtors, while reluctant schoolboys slowly make their way to school carrying their satchels. This final scene presents a cross-section of London society—from nobles in debt to poor street vendors, dishonest officials, law officers, and unwilling children. Swift satirizes the corruption and inequality of the city. Morning does not simply bring hope; it also revives the daily cycle of debt, crime, work, and social struggle.
Overall Significance :
These couplets together portray morning as the awakening of an entire urban society. Swift replaces the traditional poetic image of a beautiful sunrise with a realistic panorama of London’s bustling streets. Through vivid observation, humour, and satire, he shows that a great city is brought to life by the unnoticed efforts of servants and workers, while also exposing the corruption, poverty, and inequalities that accompany daily urban existence.
