The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.
The Red Poppy
Analysis, meaning and summary of Louise Glück's poem The Red Poppy
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As with most modern poetry analysis all of the comments involve the meaning of the language and offering nothing about the patterns of the language distinct from the means.
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Red Poppy shows the innermost feeling of the poet.Fire is burning in her heart like the fire of the sun.Before being human, people of this world whom she addresses as brothers and sisters were not human.This is allegorical.She is speaking now because she is shattered
This is a reflection of the pain she suffered throughout her life. poetry is the best medium of expressing our pains, sorrows, unhappiness and loneliness that can be devastating for a very conscious human being.
please were a poppy the lady said and held one fourth but i shook my head then i stopped and watched as she offered them there and face was old and lined with care.
But beaneth the years the scares had made that remaind a smile that refused to faid a boy came whistling down the street bouncing along on care free feet.
The author of this poem is Louise Gluck, not John Donne.