![]() Like many of Stevie Smith’s poems, this one is a little unusual, and all the better for it. This memory opens up a ‘vista’ into the past which includes longing for the Sunday evenings of the speaker’s childhood. Lawrence’s poem ‘Piano’ sees the speaker recalling his childhood when he listened to his mother playing the piano, while sitting under it and holding his mother’s feet as she played. To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outsideĪnd hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide …Īn exercise in nostalgia in long couplets, D. In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of songīetrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:Īge shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.Īt the going down of the sun and in the morning Binyon wasn’t himself a soldier – he was already in his mid-forties when fighting broke out – but ‘For the Fallen’ is without doubt one of the most famous poems of the First World War. This is more a poem of remembrance than a simple poem of remembering: it is used every year in the Remembrance Day ceremony commemorating those who died in the First World War (and, by extension, in other conflicts).īinyon wrote ‘For the Fallen’ in northern Cornwall in September 1914, just one month after the outbreak of the First World War. For Dickinson, feeling remorse over the bad things one has done is like one’s memory never sleeping. So begins this poem by one of the nineteenth century’s most idiosyncratic and distinctive voices. Emily Dickinson, ‘ Remorse is Memory Awake’. It is this second part of the poem’s ‘argument’ that saves it from spilling over into mawkish sentimentality, and makes this one of Rossetti’s finest poems about love.Ħ. What gives the poem a twist is the concluding thought that it would be better for her loved one to forget her and be happy than to remember her if it makes her lover sad. ![]() In this sonnet, written when Christina Rossetti was still a teenager, she requests that the addressee of the poem remember her after she has died. When you can no more hold me by the hand,
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