For "Death Constant Beyond Love," we follow the idea of death in the mans mind as a marker for how he must conduct himself so that his life may be ‘worth it’. He goes so much to ruining his reputation so that he may not be alone in death, which is a clear contrast of the other piece due to how it talks of always having someone with; that all the dead will be there no matter where you shall go due to them being in nature. It is true that a nature aspect comes up with this contrasting piece, but the meaning of nature is different; it is more a human nature, fearing man in this piece than in Thanatopsis, where nature is more physical and, in a way, very
The poem seems to be about how the speaker does not have a relationship with her father and the news she receives of him dying soon has made her realize that she wants to pursue one with him and start fresh. The strands in the poem actually shows that she has been told that her
This is the general message of the poem, the happiness of others are ultimately more important than keeping the memory of a loved one alive as it will inevitably pain you too much to do. While most of the poem is spent trying to ensure that she will be remembered after she dies, the speaker realizes that keeping her memory alive must not occur at the price of another’s happiness. She does not want her beloved to be sad that she is gone, but wants him instead to understand that the afterlife and a physical existence are two separate realms, and, moreover, to rejoice in the memories of the good times they have spent together. Remember’ gives the griever permeation to move on. This may be because “Remember”, was written by the person that would soon die, unlike “Funeral Blues” which is entirely negative towards death not only forbidding themselves from moving on but also forbidding the world from moving on after the tragic passing of the loved one.
Summary: This poem includes in the Part Four: Time and Eternity. It tells the speaker readiness to face death as the natural cycle that human powerless to deny. In this poem the speaker hopes for her/ his death come sooner if God give the chance. The speaker gets ready whenever “My Lord” calling for her/his death. So Proud She Was to Die So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed.
When the speaker states, “ O let us”, he is welcoming the presence of death and whatever comes their way into the situation. He accepts the fact that they will die for standing up for what they believe in, and as long as they die a noble death, he is accepting that fact. These people have the courage to stand up to their oppressors, whether they are going to die or not. They are courageous enough to sacrifice their lives for what they believe to be right. The speaker then proceeds to imply, “The monsters we defy shall be constrained to honor us though dead ( Source B ).” In saying this, the speaker is revealing the fact that these “monsters” shall be forced to remember them once they are killed.
Through the use of nature metaphors, the author both demonizes the concept of death. However, the specific metaphors he chooses, the wave, and winter, simultaneously highlight the importance and inevitability of death. Through his use of repetition in both poems, he calls attention to his two contrasting reactions towards death in each poem. He repeats how he is left speechless throughout the poem “The Force…”, And within the poem “Do Not Go Gentle…” he emphasizes his rage. Finally, through well-planned imagery, Thomas affirms to the reader that despite his aversion towards death, he still recognizes the value of it.
GIVE ME YOUR HANDS “Give me your hands”. She cried in silence, trembling with cold and fear. Poor kid, she should be dead. If I were half the man I think I am, I would put an end to her pain. “Give me your hands,” he insisted, raising his voice, though his tone remained soft.
I love the love. Cherishing my possession, I press my palm to my fiery, blotchy cheek, and I remember that the love is always with me. Inside of my young hand, warmth radiates through the rest of my body as I hold it to my face. I think to myself what my mommy has told me hundreds and hundreds of times, “‘Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you.’” I wipe away the salty tears; I wipe away my fears.
You remember all those who listened, who lent you a hand when you needed them most. And if being there, making life 's moments better is not love, then what is? Maybe, we make love end and seem ugly and bitter. But this earthly love we have here, that is neither whole nor perfect, can be mended. Because pushing people away, specially when you do it out of fear, that 's what makes you weak.