Literary Analysis- Poetry
Instructions
You will write a literary analysis paper on the poems presented in the last page (click here to see the poems). In your essay, you will present both comparisons (similarities) and differences (contrasts) of the authors’ development of the themes of life and death. Be sure to analyze tone, metaphor, simile, diction, style, and most importantly, the core meaning of the selections.
Criteria for This Assignment
Length and Formatting Requirements
One to three pages 825 to 1200 words), double spaced
Times New Roman, 12-point font
Content Requirements
Develop your topic and argument logically and cohesively.
Your thesis should drive the content of your essay.
State specific examples of the literary techniques in your essay (for example, don’t just say the author uses a rhyme pattern to convey his message; be specific about how and why.)
When you write a literary analysis essay, you should focus on the following elements: tone, diction, syntax, author’s point of view, structure, imagery, and dramatic context of a selection. As you explore and analyze the poems at the end of the page, make notes about the literary elements you notice and begin to consider how the authors develop the themes in each
Poetry
“Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night”
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see the blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By Dylan Thomas (1914 – 1953)
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“Psalm of Life”
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! –
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,–act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
