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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 "A Little Shiver" by Barton Sutter

Original poem reprinted online here: "A Little Shiver" by Barton Sutter Originally read: January 27, 2013 More information about the Poet: Barton Sutter When reading this poem again, I thought to myself that this was something I would see in a Norman Rockwell painting -- something so light-hearted and domestic that  I have a hard time being cynical about the poem.  The poem starts out with the "bad tidings" being snow. And here's the aftermath of such an event: 1) Children abandoned their homework (then a light-hearted jab at hypotenuse). 2) Snowplow driver getting ready for work. 3) An couple resolves their "barking at each other" and decide to "go to bed" 4) Dog, in the snow, puts tail over snow. Surely, there are things missing in the poem (if I look at this as a narrative) more centered around the couple who "barked at each other"; however, I fill in the blanks with connotation.  Something as innocuous as quilts diffuses my cyni...