The ocean said to me once, "Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go you and tell her this -- Her lover I have laid In cool green hall. There is wealth of golden sand And pillars, coral-red; Two white fish stand guard at his bier. "Tell her this And more -- That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With a surplus of toys." I liked how Stephen Crane personifies the ocean in this poem. I like how the ocean tells him totell this woman that the sea has "buried" her lover. The picture of the lover's final resting place at the bottom of the ocean sounds so beautiful. Then in the second stanza he goes to say that the corpses are the toys of the "king of the seas". The last stanza sort of ruins the beautiful picture of the lover's grave saying that he is just a toy. |
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Stephen Crane Poetry
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