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1. Introduction to the poem and the first impression of it, as well as a superficial look of it.
2. Starting to dive into the poem, we find the primary idea that connects everything.
3. Following the previous idea, we can develop the metaphor of an arrow as a thought.
4. Continuing with the deeper analysis of the verses, highlighting the ideas that seem to be more important for the whole poem, or that the author repeats later.
5. The soul is the glue of the poem, and it is the principal object of all the things that happen in the poem, and what concludes it by letting harmony in it, so this works well as a conclusion.

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For the poet, this isn't only an intellectual battle. His entire existence is engulfed in disarray.

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If the object of interest gives in to his demands, he'll be able to make his instrument work again.

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Their heart is out of tune; they can't write because their heart is theirr instrument, and it's so damaged that it doesn't even have strings; they don't have connections in their body, or they're down like a withered flower that once bloomed but was damaged

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His chest is full of sentiments that he let out with this verse after his pleas went unanswered, but he's now empty because he no longer has a heart.

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Which is why they're numb.

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He also mentions that when you allow the person to pay attention, and they say their heart is on their knees, the second argument makes sense: the knees and heart are asking for help.

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This could also be indicating that begging on your knees is painful.

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Your knees may hurt from chasing the individual, and your heart may suffer from not being reciprocated.

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Similarly, it makes no difference where they go because thoughts are meaningless because they cannot be transformed into poems.

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If you shoot arrows with a weak bow, they will fly everywhere, just like your thoughts, which are both weapons and tools at the same time; and there is no way to control where imaginary arrows will land.

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The poetic voice has the power to transmit images closer to what it feels, while also making them more energetic and intriguing, more specific.

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There is a handful of wordplay that may easily be used in a rap song nowadays.

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If the object of interest returns, the poetic voice can be inspired again and write verses

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Without the object of interest of the poem, the poetic voice is not capable of writing about something other than their loss and the pain that it causes them.

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When my devotions could not pierce
Thy silent ears,
Then was my heart broken, as was my verse;
My breast was full of fears
And disorder.

My bent thoughts, like a brittle bow,
Did fly asunder:
Each took his way; some would to pleasures go,
Some to the wars and thunder
Of alarms.

“As good go anywhere,” they say,
“As to benumb
Both knees and heart, in crying night and day,
Come, come, my God, O come!
But no hearing.”

O that thou shouldst give dust a tongue
To cry to thee,
And then not hear it crying! All day long
My heart was in my knee,
But no hearing.

Therefore my soul lay out of sight,
Untuned, unstrung:
My feeble spirit, unable to look right,
Like a nipped blossom, hung
Discontented.

O cheer and tune my heartless breast,
Defer no time;
That so thy favors granting my request,
They and my mind may chime,
And mend my rhyme