Triste

• Last seen on Feb 13 10:19 AM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.

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• on My Butterfly by Robert Frost, on January 21, 2006

  This poem is the epitome of all that imagery should be. When I read it, I can see this butterfly which Frost so eagerly and lovingly describes floating on and being tossed by the breeze; and at the end, I can see her lying dead and colorless with the fallen leaves. Also, Frost eloquently entangled his own life with that of the butterfly's and expressed his joy, regret, and sorrow. He always uses such originality in all of his works, like "sun-assaulter" and "dye-dusty", and that's one of the many reasons I'm always drawn into his poems. He's really an amazing writer with a style all his own. Even the rhythm and rhyme of this piece seem to mimic the butterfly, in a way reminiscent of onomatopoeia. But the phrase that always gets me every time I read this poem is "Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high,
  That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind..."
  What more could he say?
• on Life by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, on June 4, 2005

  I think this piece is incredible. Wilcox pulls you through the entire life of one person, one woman, with such a climax at the end. I loved the stanza about the 'matron'... that was especially chilling to me. At first, I became a little restless when she kept listing all of these instances, but it was thrown into a new, understanding light with that last verse. The whole poem took on a full context of ideas... In just those four lines, she conveys such deep conviction and emotion. And it's strange to think or say, but the poem itself feels very modern, if that's the right word, for having been written in 1870. Besides all this, I liked the way she rhymed the lines, without using a stiff meter. Very thought-provoking piece here. It makes me wish she wasn't dead.
• on Mourning Yin Yao by Wang Wei, on February 10, 2005

  I definitely agree with AndrewHide, a lot can be taken from this 'simple' poem. I really liked the concise feel of it, though, and the very nice imagery. Wish I knew who or what Yin Yao is, but perhaps I feel a web search coming on. Anyways, I enjoyed this enough to want to read more of his pieces.
  -Renae.
• on Nothing But Death by Pablo Neruda, on December 18, 2004

  Though I like this poem, it's definitely not my favorite by Pablo Neruda. It seems to lack the flow that some of his other works possess, and the thoughts seems more stilted, to me. I do love the metaphors he uses though, "like a shoe with no foot in it," etc. I thought it really made the poem feel like it could be related to, if that makes sense. I guess I just feel disapointed that this does not have the emotional affect on me that most of his other pieces do.