english poetry translation
Who Called Chaucer the Father of English Poetry?
Pretty much everybody considered him that. Chaucer was the principal mainstream writer to compose his work in English, the local language of individuals (The Church – Latin, the Court – Fr...
She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways by William Wordsworth
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove.A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love:A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star,when only on...
London By William Blake (Summary & Analysis)
I wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow,And mark in every face I meetMarks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man,(And) In every infant’s c...
Barbie Doll By Marge Piercy (Summary, Explanation & Analysis)
This girl child was born as usualand presented dolls that did pee-pee& miniature GE stoves and ironsand wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:You h...
The Vacuum By Howard Nemerov
The house is so quiet nowThe vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet,Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouthGrinning into the floor, maybe at mySlovenly life, my dog-dead youth.I’ve lived th...
Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley (Critical Analysis)
I met a traveler from an antique landWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert …. Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and s...
Leningrad Cemetery, Winter of 1941 by Sharon Olds
That winter, the dead could not be buried.The ground was frozen, the gravediggers weak from hunger,The coffin wood was used for fuel. So they were covered with somethingAnd taken on a child’s sled to ...
The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes – Analysis
I’ve known rivers:I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than theFlow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.I b...
Metro: Paris by Ezra Pound (Analysis)
The inhuman, unhygienic, and mechanical life of modern civilization is the theme of the poem. People become lifeless, thoughtless, and directionless in big cities. A glance at the faces of the people ...