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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

LA T1 Figurative Language

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?



My Review
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers
to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Personification-- the use of words such that it seems that inanimate objects or abstract ideas take on human traits
Hyperbole-- the repetition of words to exaggerate the feelings in the poem

Reflections:
I like this poem because, through the use of figurative language, he is able to portray a vivid image of his work in my mind. This poem also has a somewhat relaxing feeling, an illusion, a false sense of serenity. In the poem, the protagonist is thinking absent-mindedly to himself about some of the simplest things in life, such as sand dropping on the beach. He feels lost, and I myself do too, at times. I can relate to this poem, perhaps that is why I chose it.

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