The Mood and Image in Poetry :: essays research papers

The pettishness and Image in Poetry      This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight the trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves And the houses ran along them laughing disclose of squ are Open windows (Lowell 185). This quote, taken out of Amy Lowells poem kinsfolk 1918, illustrates the ability of the author to be very descriptive in coiffe to give the reader an image of where she is and what is surrounding her. Through this poem she alike gives the reader a sense of being there as well. another(prenominal) author that resembles Lowell is Emily Dickinson. In Dickinsons poem "I heard a Fly buzz-when I died" she says, I heard a Fly buzz-when I died- The Stillness in the Room Was like the stillness in the Air- surrounded by the Heaves of Storm (Dickinson 1202). Like Lowell, Dickinson describes what she sees surrounding her, and by saying that she was assassinated in her po em she stomachs the reader the ability to create a moral image of a person actually dead in a coffin. Also in her poem called Because I could not Stop for close Dickinson says, Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me- The saunterer held just but Ourselves and Immortality (Dickinson 1206). In Dickinsons second poem, she describes how death is taking her in its carriage to immortality. Making the reader create a count on of death actually taking her to infinity. In her first poem the whim that Dickinson sets up is one of softness and stillness because she says that the room was so quiet and serene that she actually heard a fly buzz by. And in her second poem the mood that Dickinson sets up is one of sadness. Both Lowell and Dickinson, provide their readers with poems, which are both descriptive, making the readers feel involved in what they are reading. Also through their poems they set up a mood to discombobulate the readers understand what it would be l ike to be in that specific bewilder and time.     In September 1918 Lowell writes about how she felt during World War I. As she is walking through the park she describes collecting leaves as a relic for old memories which she wishes reminded her of good times, instead of the bad times that the war had brought. She says, someday there will be no war.