All things may end, for all began;

And truth and singleness of heart

        Are mortal even as is man.

But this unlucky love should last

        When answered passions thin to air;

Eternal fate so deep has cast

        Its sure foundation of despair.
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This poem is a reminder: all things will come to an end, and love can be a foundation of despair. Moreover, you can learn to treat your lover right, preserve your love properly, and maybe your love won't harbour despair.

 There is a silence where no sound may be, 

 In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, 

 Or in wide desert where no life is found, 

 Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound; 

 No voice is hush’d — no life treads silently, 

 But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, 

 That never spoke — over the idle ground 

 But in green ruins, in the desolate walls 

 Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, 

 Though the dun fox, or wild hyena, calls, 

 And owls, that flit continually between, 

 Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan, 

 There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone. 
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I love Poe's idea of silence. Silence not in death, nor the ruin of cities. Rather, In nature where wind hums low, where man has not been, where we will be alone with our conscious.

I liked as well to see

As other creatures, that have eyes –

And know no other way –

But were it told to me, Today,

That I might have the Sky

For mine, I tell you that my Heart

Would split, for size of me –

The Meadows – mine –

The Mountains – mine –

All Forests – Stintless stars –

As much of noon, as I could take –

Between my finite eyes –

The Motions of the Dipping Birds –

The Morning’s Amber Road –

For mine – to look at when I liked,

The news would strike me dead –

So safer – guess – with just my soul

Opon the window pane

Where other creatures put their eyes –

Incautious – of the Sun –

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I like this poem for the irony in the persona who lost their eyesight but wouldn’t want it back. They would still like to see all the wonderful thing they can see, but the persona would rather be blind, because for them being blind and imagine the scenery is safer than having eyesight and risk losing it again. 

And visited the Sea –

The Mermaids in the Basement

Came out to look at me –

And Frigates – in the Upper Floor

Extended Hempen Hands –

Presuming Me to be a Mouse –

Aground – opon the Sands –

But no Man moved Me – till the Tide

Went past my simple Shoe –

And past my Apron – and my Belt

And past my Boddice – too –

And made as He would eat me up –

As wholly as a Dew

Opon a Dandelion's Sleeve –

And then – I started – too –

And He – He followed – close behind –

I felt His Silver Heel

Opon my Ancle – Then My Shoes

Would overflow with Pearl –

Until We met the Solid Town –

No One He seemed to know –

And bowing – with a Mighty look –

At me – The Sea withdrew –

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While the story is very interesting,but I like this poem because it’s very fun to read for me. There are pattern in this poem which my mind take as soothing, and the slow rhythm of this poem is relaxing.

 Terrible. Every small want, every niggling urge,

 Every hate swollen to a kind of epic wind. 

  

 Livid, the land, and ravaged, like a rageful 

 Dream. The worst in us having taken over 

 And broken the rest utterly down. 

  

                                                       A long age
 

 Passed. When at last we knew how little 

 Would survive us—how little we had mended 

  

 Or built that was not now lost—something 

 Large and old awoke. And then our singing 

 Brought on a different manner of weather. 

  

 Then animals long believed gone crept down 

 From trees. We took new stock of one another. 

 We wept to be reminded of such color. 
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This poem takes a jab at the destructive nature of mankind which I find amusing. By referencing Noah's ark from the bible the poem is a reminder and a warning to not dwell on this path or history bound to happen again and that is a good reminder/warning to have.

In powder-pools of sunlight, 

Small blue busybodies 

Strutting like fat gentlemen 

With hands clasped 

Under their swallowtail coats; 

And, as they stump about, 

Their heads like tiny hammers 

Tap at imaginary nails 

In non-existent walls. 

Elusive ghosts of sunshine 

Slither down the green gloss 

Of their necks in an instant, and are gone. 

Summer hangs drugged from sky to earth 

In limpid fathoms of silence: 

Only warm dark dimples of sound 

Slide like slow bubbles 

From the contented throats. 

Raise a casual hand - 

With one quick gust 

They fountain into air.
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As a bird enjoyed, I appreciate this poem. Because it painted the pigeon as this winged adorable little gentleman, and the poem also talks about how silly is the pigeon, comparing their head movement to a tiny hammer hitting an invisible nail. Very cute.

 "Look, look, how he scatters his seeds around;
 How wonderfully kind to the poor!
 If he'd empty it down in a pile on the ground,
 I could find it much better, I'm sure!

 "I've learned all the tricks of this wonderful man,
 Who has such regard for the crow
 That he lays out his grounds in a regular plan,
 And covers his corn in a row.

 "He must have a very great fancy for me;
 He tries to entrap me enough,
 But I measure his distance as well as he,
 And when he comes near, I'm off."
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The crow is having a monologue mistaking the farmer as its admirer. The farmer, however, is trying to get rid of the crow, he tried to trap the crow before but he failed and the crow learn to keep its distance which creates this comedy interaction between the farmer and the smug crow in my head, and that is enough to make me love this poem.