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Analysis of "Tis Late" by April Bernard

Original poem reprinted online here: " Tis Late" by April Bernard Originally read: February 28, 2013 More information about the Poet: April Bernard There's a lot of shift and spacing here -- and not visually alone.  The first "section" of the poem is a description of an individual which the speaker takes in and then the poem takes on the persona of the first person.  However, I feel the core of the poem comes in two parts -- kind of like a call and response technique, and I think both happen in the first person perspective part. Then why bring up the 3rd person part of the poem.  Well, let's look over it.  The description is a woman but one in the past and the "present.."  The present woman is selling carnations she stole from the graveyard with a god bless you, and this a rather interesting decision.  This foreshadows the question sincerity, and not in that pretentious way where some annoying blogger writes, "I think this is overly-sentimenta...

Analysis of "Promenade" by Lorraine Doran

Original poem reprinted online here: "Promenade" by Lorraine Doran Originally read: February 21, 2013 More information about the Poet: Lorraine Doran When I was reading this poem, I thought the definition of "Promenade" for this poem was "a ball."  Today, I went to check the definitions of promenade just to be sure.  The first definition, I feel also applies to this poem, "A leisurely walk, especially one taken in a public place as a social activity."  And so if this poem is the speaker walking through somewhere, that'd make sense. Because the people met on a walk don't make sense.  On the page, I tried to decipher every image and metaphor as they are connected to one another.  At least the tercets led me to believe that there's a consistent pattern going on.  What is consistent (if this is indeed a leisurely walk) is that the speaker is going in one direction describing scenes or superficially judging scenes -- there's no going b...