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A late aubade
Posted by: QUEENBEE (---.sport.res.rr.com)
Date: April 06, 2005 01:11AM

I need help! Any sites and/or analysises comparing or contrasting the following poems:
A late aubade
A fine and private place
To his coy mistress
To the Virgin t make much of time

the theme is carpe deim

Thanks


Re: analysis
Posted by: Desi (---.adsl.proxad.net)
Date: April 06, 2005 07:27AM

first of all, carpe diem, note spelling. Saw it twice spelled wrong just now, so just in case it wasn't a typo.

I am not familiar with the first two poems. It would be nice to add the authors and possibly the poems or a link to them.

First I'm going to do the Hugh Clary trick:

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Do you have to contrast or compare ALL FOUR poems with each other? Quite an assignment. How many words can you use? Can you focus on one aspect or are you looking for a more general way to compare them?


Re: analysis
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.denver-01rh15-16rt.co.dial-access.att.net)
Date: April 06, 2005 01:24PM

What's the 'fine and private place' poem? I know of it as a line in a separate work. Screams for an uncoupled couplet, sure.

The grave's a fine and private place,
But none do thither quickly race.

But none have room to stand and pace?
But only worms will there say grace?
But none is getting sloppy face?


A Late Aubade by Richard Wilbur

You could be sitting now in a carrel
Turning some liver-spottd page,
Or rising in an elevator-cage
Toward Ladies' Apparel.

You could be planting a raucous bed
Of salvia, in rubber gloves,
Or lunching through a screed of someone's loves
With pitying head,

Or making some unhappy setter
Heel, or listening to a bleak
Lecture on Schoenberg's serial technique.
Isn't this better?

Think of all the time you are not
Wasting, and would not care to waste,
Such things, thank God, not being to your taste.
Think what a lot

Of time, by woman's reckoning,
You've saved, and so may spend on this,
You who had rather lie in bed and kiss
Than anything.

It's almost noon, you say? If so,
Time flies, and I need not rehearse
The rosebuds-theme of centuries of verse.
If you must go,

Wait for a while, then slip downstairs
And bring us up some chilled white wine,
And some blue cheese, and crackers, and some fine
Ruddy-skinned pears.




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