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Bezig met laden... Collected Poems (origineel 1956; editie 1981)door Edna St. Vincent Millay
Informatie over het werkCollected Poems door Edna St. Vincent Millay (1956)
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. Good beyond all hope. ( ) I’m not rating this just because I was mostly just trying to see if I could get more into poetry and I just think I prefer to read individual poems that I really like rather than a bind up from one author. I liked some of these poems and was bored by others but I definitely Milay is a very interesting poet and I think many people who are more into poetry would get a lot more out of this book than I did. This was a decent collection of poetry by the famed poet, noted for her simple rhymes and layered poems. I found most of them to be palatable and that they were briskly able to be read through, one after the other, in succession to gain a greater understanding of the poet herself and what she thought, felt, and lived for. Overall, a good read and one for poetry enthusiasts. 3.25 stars. One of my favorites: An Ancient Gesture I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more than once: you can't keep weaving all day And undoing it all through the night; Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck gets tight; And along towards morning, when you think it will never be light, And your husband has been gone, and you don't know where, for years. Suddenly you burst into tears; There is simply nothing else to do. And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique, In the very best tradition, classic, Greek; Ulysses did this too. But only as a gesture,—a gesture which implied To the assembled throng that he was much too moved to speak. He learned it from Penelope... Penelope, who really cried. Thank you From ~~~~~~~~~ "Penelope, who really cried"…. Such strength in an envitalized metaphor -- tears. The last stanza remembers the crocodile tears of Ulysses who only pretended to be moved, in order to avoid addressing the crowd of suitors. Penelope had really wept nightly in worry and fear, and curiously faithfully. Waiting twenty years for her husband to return from his Trojan lark. geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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The collected poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay including the poet's last volume Mine the Harvest. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Google Books — Bezig met laden... GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)811.52Literature English (North America) American poetry 20th Century 1900-1945LC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde:
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