I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.
First of all, if CHILDREN such as yourself take the time to COMMENT negatively on an established poet, then you should take the time to use your WORDS instead of NUMBERS and acronyms to express your opinion. Because you believe that poetry is a waste of time, you obviously have not been educated. And as an uneducated little brat, you do not have the standing to join a discussion of this nature.
I’m sorry but I feel that you are wrong, some people can be educated and not agree with the poem or not like it and want to voice their opinion. That does not mean that they are uneducated and it may also not be children. Personally I know many adults who think poetry is a waste of time and they all have university degrees. Just because someone has a difference of opinion to you does mean that they are uneducated nor are they a little brat. If you are an adult and you are disrespecting children like you are, I would suggest that you look at the words you are using and the negativity you are putting into the world and change.
This poem was written by Christina Rossetti in 1862 and it is about how she longs to leave her present life and obtain an eternal union ship with Jesus in an attempt to have a more purposeful life. Please amend your mistakes.
Sylvia Plath once wrote:
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence…”
I had to choose a Sylvia Plath poem to analyse and I chose this one because I could easily understand it. It is clear that she is not happy and wants her life shortened.
A reader from the U.K has already noted that this poem is by Christina Rossetti, not Sylvia Plath. In fact, this is the first stanza of Rossetti’s three-stanza poem. The fact that another author’s work is ascribed to Plath makes me suspect of other poems in your site.
You should have removed Rossetti’s poem from this site when you first became aware of your mistake! May I also add that this poem, as you present it, is not exactly as written by Rossetti.
This poem is so cool because it talks about how she is weak but looks to jesus to help her.
This isn’t Sylvia’s work. I was quite taken aback when I read it because it’s not her style at all. I had to check the facts, and sure enough, it isn’t hers. I do like it though. Sylvia doesn’t usually rhyme like that, and she’s a little more into imagery expressing her despair rather than being so forthcoming about it. Well, she is, but not in this direct manner.
This poem was written by Christina Rossetti – not Sylvia Plath
I also think that this poem foreshadows Plath’s death, as the line “Jesus, quicken me” implies to me that she wants the Lord to hurry along her death, that she has no will to survive anymore. I see a sign of desperation in Plath’s narrative voice.
the 1st 3 lines are really dead on
In this poem I, as the reader feel that Plath foreshadows her suicide. Some lines of her work reveal that she just wants her life to end.