hello...

the poem i posted is not crappy... it's quite good... just a bit saccharine for some of your "mature" tastes... but i and i alone can see the simple beauty of things... i and i alone in my childlike innocence...
it is quite untrue to say that all beautiful poetry is shallow and relatively meaningless... beauty... or rather the observation thereof in poetry... can be intensely painful... for it shows us flawed humans the extent of our imperfections... still... even in poetry that seems to showcase only beauty and nothing else... it gives us hope in that we can claim to share an existence with something... anything in fact... so close to perfection...

anyway... some of the critically significant points in the poem... to show that it's not crappy...

"I Thought of You"

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

- Sarah Teasdale

1) natural imagery, both visual and aural - as seen in "thunder", "dunes", "sea". such images seem to emphasize the scope and immensity of the persona's longing and by extension, the applicability of the truth presented within. manipulation of the images can be said to be additional highlighting of the dark mood of the poem. "measured" implies a thunder devoid of the usual association of passion and spontaneity. "echoing", implying harsh solitude, and "cold", the immensity of the entire ocean, yet devoid of any hope for companionship. further emphasis in the alliterative "sparkling silver of the sea" of the sight that is at once beautiful, yet significant in it's symbolism of loneliness. even more significant perhaps would be the (meta)physical placement of the persona between both images, equally devoid of warmth. compare also the "long beach" to the "dunes"; there is painful truth even in the rare moments of beauty, almost a foreshadowing.

2) 'th' sounds - slows down the rhythm of the piece in that it literally forces the reader to approach the lines in a slower, more contemplative pace. also note the soothing nature of the sound produced. for examples "thought", "this", "thunder", "death", "lengthen". some of these occur more than once in the same line, adding to the slowing down of the pace.

3) rhyme scheme - by "alone" and "monotone", the feminine rhyme emphasizes the dying, longing mood of the poem. in the second stanza, the AABA rhyme scheme that can be said to quicken the pace of the lines underlines the stark truth and unending significance of "pass through death and ages lengthen/ Before you hear that sound again". the quickening of the pace can also be compared to the extremely long passage of time in "ages lengthen", and in between life and "death".

ah... and for those of you unfortunate souls to have never seen the richness of life in the written word... well... here's a glimpse... possibly to fire your imaginations...
and for the seasoned critics of fine verse... admit mine humble interpretations into your esteemed thoughts and be not too critical of me, and of mine limited skills...

do not ask me why is my language regressing slowly into historical modes... i don't know either... sounded nice... just so...

so that's about all the time i have for tonight... sleep calls... it never seems to be sated no many how many hours i devote to it... pleasing its calls and filling that bottomless void that is its hunger...
haha...