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Comment 11 of 61, added on March 8th, 2012 at 3:16 PM.
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Comment 10 of 61, added on March 8th, 2012 at 5:10 AM.
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Comment 9 of 61, added on March 26th, 2009 at 9:07 PM.
I love and hate this poem. I hate it because my english teachers making me
do an essay on it...but i love it because of its depth. Im learning how to
analyze poems very well =]
Morgan from United States
Comment 8 of 61, added on March 14th, 2006 at 9:07 AM.
This poem made me think of people when they die. Like half my family did
last night during that shooting
Comment 7 of 61, added on February 20th, 2006 at 1:23 PM.
Yah this poem is just about someone who died and the worst job after
someone dies is cleaning up their messes they left before they died.
Sam from United States
Comment 6 of 61, added on January 30th, 2006 at 7:13 PM.
this poem is how one must put aside thier feelings and love for the person
who died in order to do all the chores that must be done. The love must be
"swept up" and put away until u meet them again.
pooja from United States
Comment 5 of 61, added on January 2nd, 2006 at 8:08 PM.
After the death of al oved one, a person has so much to do--arrangements,
decisions, telephone calls, food to prepare for visitors. You have to
"sweep up the heart" (not be emotional)so you can tend to the immediate
chores and business. There will be never be other love like this. I suppose
that it's essential to "sweep up the heart" in order to funcion.
"sweep up the heart: in order to continue livin.
Merle from United States
Comment 4 of 61, added on November 28th, 2005 at 8:01 PM.
I discovered this poem years ago, after my best friend had died
unexpectedly at age 24. Her husband was in shock, and her parents wanted
all of her things sent to them. So I spent the day after her funeral boxing
up her clothes and shoes and everything that she had ever owned. This poem
perfectly captures the feelings I had that day. It was such strange "work"
to be doing. And when everything was boxed and folded and brought down the
stairs and put into the living room for the movers to pick up the next
morning, I too felt that I had put away a "love" that was unique. I would
never feel that way about anyone else, because each person you love in your
life is loved in their own special way. You can never replace one person
with another. You can love again, but it is never "the same." You will only
feel the same way when you once again are with the person you lost, and
that will be when you join him or her in "Eternity."
Beth from United States
Comment 3 of 61, added on June 13th, 2005 at 1:21 PM.
I really liked this poem, it really touched me in a way i cant explain, at
first i didnt really understand what it was saying but i feel that shes
talking about letting go of someone or something that she loved and how its
hard to just let go but thats all thats left to do...
from United States
Comment 2 of 61, added on February 13th, 2005 at 4:24 PM.
i really dont like her..im stuck doing a freakin essay for english
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