Comment 6 of 6, added on July 18th, 2014 at 2:42 PM.
J9Ru6t I am so grateful for your blog post.Much thanks again. Keep writing.
Comment 5 of 6, added on July 18th, 2014 at 1:22 PM.
VWhOu0 Very good blog.Much thanks again. Really Great.
from Sri Lanka
Comment 4 of 6, added on January 17th, 2006 at 4:52 PM.
I did a project on this poem in school this year. My teacher never saw it
before. My poetry group thought that it was telling of the death of Pan by
unbelief in him (the spread of Christianity and industry). It's odd,
though, that Pan is the only Greek god who died and people still worship
Rachel Sheldon from United States
Comment 3 of 6, added on November 7th, 2005 at 11:07 AM.
tia mondehama oofla shiakanike braften han
Elephant Man from Kyrgyz Republic (Kyrgyzstan)
Comment 2 of 6, added on October 14th, 2005 at 2:58 PM.
I really found that quote quite interesting. The authors tone was kind of
negative because he doesn't agree with people who hide their identity. But
people act different sometimes because they want to fit in a society.
Overall the poem was great.
Terersa from United States
Comment 1 of 6, added on September 16th, 2005 at 8:02 AM.
Pan the personification of Nature; God of woods and fields whose name
seemed to signify all.he was considered a symbol of the universe and
personification of nature by Milton as expressed in "Universal Pan" in his
description of creation."knit with Graces and Hours in dance Led on the
Some regarded Pan as the representatives of paganism istself.At the birth
of Christ the God Pan is Dead, yet many of the poets lament his passing.
Schiller filled with sorrow for the decadence of the ancient
mythology.Wordswoth expresses his sorrow for the loss of imaginative
sympathy among the moderns." The world is Too Much with us" Elizabeth
Browning joins this chorus " Look up poets Pan is Dead" the times are
Shelley's Hymn of Pan presents a mischievous taunting God who calls for a
competition of musical pipes with Appolo which of course he loses.
More in stride with Frost is Steadman in his poem "Pan in Wall street"
describes the loss of individuality as well as the cities and the
industrial revolution in full swing. " With Nais at the Brooklyn Ferry"
Frost the poet of the rustic has ample reason to worry
about the romantics of the wild and the territoty of God Pan disappearing.
Who can no longer play to the tune of his pipes, there is no room for play
or playing the music of this God of the cleft foot
"The world had found new terms of worth"
Even Frost's poetry of rhyming is in jeapordy.
The following two short poems perhaps make his laments and worry clearer,
Now and Before
Know the score of then
Now and tomorrow
The story of when
Calm of Harmony
I wish you would
Hide me under your pillow
In the warm crevices of your being
To wait to serve and sing for always