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  1. 21. The Cross Of Snow

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    The Cross of Snow, a Sonnet, is an expression of grief by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow over the tragic death of his wife by fire. The poem was written eighteen years after her death. While trying to save her, Longfellow was burnt on his face. After which he stopped shaving and grew the distinctive beard which he is known by.

    In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
       A gentle face — the face of one long dead —
       Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
       The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
    Here in this room she died; and soul more white
       Never through martyrdom of fire was led
       To its repose; nor can in books be read
       The legend of a life more benedight.
    There is a mountain in the distant West
       That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines
       Displays a cross of snow upon its side.
    Such is the cross I wear upon my breast
       These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes
       And seasons, changeless since the day she died.

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  3. 22. And Death Shall Have No Dominion

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    This poem is an allusion to Romans 6 in the New Testament. Death does not have the power. It will not have the final say. Dylan Thomas writes that this earthly world is not the end. More than half of the poems Dylan Thomas wrote were written during his late teens, including this poem. By the age of 20, he had published his first book.

    And death shall have no dominion.
    Dead men naked they shall be one
    With the man in the wind and the west moon;
    When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
    They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
    Though they go mad they shall be sane,
    Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
    Though lovers be lost love shall not;
    And death shall have no dominion.

    And death shall have no dominion.
    Under the windings of the sea
    They lying long shall not die windily;
    Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
    Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
    Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
    And the unicorn evils run them through;
    Split all ends up they shan't crack;
    And death shall have no dominion.

    And death shall have no dominion.
    No more may gulls cry at their ears
    Or waves break loud on the seashore;
    Where blew a flower may a flower no more
    Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
    Through they be mad and dead as nails,
    Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
    Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
    And death shall have no dominion.

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  5. 23. After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes

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    A poem about emotional pain and grief, the body and minds reactions to terrible news. "After Great Pain, a Formal Feeling Comes" is a poem by Emily Dickinson about coping with intense emotional pain. The poet describes their numbed emotional state following a traumatic event. Dickinson uses metaphors and imagery to paint a vivid picture of the speaker's emotional detachment. The use of rhyme and a tight meter gives the poem a musical quality, emphasizing the speaker's numbness. It can be interpreted as Dickinson's own coping mechanism after experiencing a loss, but also applies to the reader's personal experiences and emotional numbness.

    After great pain a formal feeling comes--
    The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
    The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
    And yesterday--or centuries before?

    The feet, mechanical, go round
    A wooden way
    Of ground, or air, or ought,
    Regardless grown,
    A quartz contentment, like a stone.

    This is the hour of lead
    Remembered if outlived,
    As freezing persons recollect the snow--
    First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.

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  6. 24. Afternoon In February

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    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) wrote a lot of light-hearted poems, but this is one of the more somber ones. This poem contain symbolism: the short days of February are compared to sadness. Both are dark and feel lifeless. Even the short length of each line contributes to the tone of this poem and the connection to the short February days. The Rhyme Scheme is AABC.

    The day is ending,
    The night is descending;
    The marsh is frozen,
    The river dead.

    Through clouds like ashes
    The red sun flashes
    On village windows
    That glimmer red.

    The snow recommences;
    The buried fences
    Mark no longer
    The road o'er the plain;

    While through the meadows,
    Like fearful shadows,
    Slowly passes
    A funeral train.

    The bell is pealing,
    And every feeling
    Within me responds
    To the dismal knell;

    Shadows are trailing,
    My heart is bewailing
    And tolling within
    Like a funeral bell.

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