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Analysis of "After" by Robert Browning

Original poem reprinted online here: "After" by Robert Browning Originally read: July 10, 2013 More information about the Poet: Robert Browning Inescapable.  That's what I thought after I reread the poem.    The structure of the poem has a couplet in the beginning and the ending, but what's inescapable is the second stanza -- the emotion that the speaker holds -- even after. "Take the cloak from his face, and at first / Let the corpse do its worst!"  The first line has a tone of anger behind it towards the unknown subject; however, note how the speaker addresses the corpse to "do its worst".  But what can a corpse do other than rot in the speaker's mind?  Well, I guess I gave it away. It's not necessarily the person that the speaker holds onto, it's the conceptual.  Furthermore, the rhyme scheme that goes aabbcc..(and so forth) chokes the poem into a forced connection, "How he lies in his rights of a man!" The speaker then add...

Analysis of "Life in a Love" by Robert Browning

Original poem reprinted online here: "Life in a Love" by Robert Browning Originally read: December 8, 2012 More information about the Poet:  Robert Browning I'm not one for love poems, however, I wanted to reread this one (look at my notes) to figure out something.  The end is vastly different from the beginning in terms of tone.  In the beginning, I note the sequence as, "a brief sussinct [sic] conversation -- or monologue -- which kind of disavows argument.  Partly romantic...partly stalkerism [sic]"? That last word, hmm nah.  Anyways, that's how I read love poems mostly -- kind of romantic, kind of stalkerish.  It's not that the love poem is bad or anything like that -- but the poem (usually) is confined to one perspective, which usually, pines, laments, honors, worships, wants, desires.  I'm cool with reading something like that once in a while, but poems that are too lost in the moment are lost within themselves -- there's no room for a read...