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Poet: Edgar Allan Poe (Edgar Allan Poe Art)
Poem: The Lake. To--
Comment 1 of 1, added on April 25th, 2009 at 4:40 AM.
i'm always absolutely terrible at analyzing poetry, and i always approach them as though their meanings are completely opposite of what the truly are. so, it's no surprise that i'm not completely sure what this poem means. i just know that upon reading it i began i began tearing up immediately, and then ths sobbing ensued. i've never in my entire lifetime reacted to a poem this way, but i think that the way i'm analyzing this one brings me to explore many feelings that i hold very deeply inside of me, protected and unshared. i think the poem's about being solitary, and being able to live on one's own without the want of company. there's only been on man i've met in my lifetime (at least that i've talked to about this) who has openly stated that he never wants to get married or have a family, not because he foresees certain problems--irksome responsibilities and obligations, the potential disaster--but because he knows that he is completely content on his own, and knows that he will stay this way forever. it's not that he dislikes the idea of companionship, it's just that he personally does not feel the slightest need for it. the poem seems to be talking about something close to this--about how some are presented with the temptation of quiet, peaceful loneliness and solitude. however, the very haunting nature of this poem implies that this is a temptation to be resisted, one that must not be given into.
many devoted painters, musicians, and writers--all serious artists, really--live lives of isolation, allowing them to distance themselves from others and venture farther into their own thoughts and feeling without interruption or distraction, enabling them to produce beautiful, meaningful, and in many cases the most expressive and moving art. the world thrives from this donation, and these artists may also benefit from this, feeling that they have given others profound gifts of great value, but they do not realize that what they are doing involves a sacrifice, whether it be noble and thoughtful, or simply unwise. they are bringing themselves farther and farther away from people, allowing them to focus much more closely on certain parts of the world, but only small parts. i don't know if it's worth the pull away from those you love, and those who love you, to concentrate so much focus and energy onto these small things, no matter what they may finally evoke.
Elizabeth Leigh from United States
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i'm always absolutely terrible at analyzing poetry, and i always approach them as though their meanings are completely opposite of what the truly are. so, it's no surprise that i'm not completely sure what this poem means. i just know that upon reading it i began i began tearing up immediately, and then ths sobbing ensued. i've never in my entire lifetime reacted to a poem this way, but i think that the way i'm analyzing this one brings me to explore many feelings that i hold very deeply inside of me, protected and unshared. i think the poem's about being solitary, and being able to live on one's own without the want of company. there's only been on man i've met in my lifetime (at least that i've talked to about this) who has openly stated that he never wants to get married or have a family, not because he foresees certain problems--irksome responsibilities and obligations, the potential disaster--but because he knows that he is completely content on his own, and knows that he will stay this way forever. it's not that he dislikes the idea of companionship, it's just that he personally does not feel the slightest need for it. the poem seems to be talking about something close to this--about how some are presented with the temptation of quiet, peaceful loneliness and solitude. however, the very haunting nature of this poem implies that this is a temptation to be resisted, one that must not be given into.
many devoted painters, musicians, and writers--all serious artists, really--live lives of isolation, allowing them to distance themselves from others and venture farther into their own thoughts and feeling without interruption or distraction, enabling them to produce beautiful, meaningful, and in many cases the most expressive and moving art. the world thrives from this donation, and these artists may also benefit from this, feeling that they have given others profound gifts of great value, but they do not realize that what they are doing involves a sacrifice, whether it be noble and thoughtful, or simply unwise. they are bringing themselves farther and farther away from people, allowing them to focus much more closely on certain parts of the world, but only small parts. i don't know if it's worth the pull away from those you love, and those who love you, to concentrate so much focus and energy onto these small things, no matter what they may finally evoke.
Elizabeth Leigh from United States