Hyperbole Poem ANalysis
featuring: Daffodils, by William WordsWorth
And Sickness
Daffodills, By William Wordsworthfound on poets.com
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A Poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. ~William Wordsworth Poem AnalysisDaffodils, by William Wordsworth is a poem that uses many hyperboles to create a happy mood in the story. I say this because the whole second stanza in the poem is a series of hyperboles, for example: "continuous as the stars that shine, and twinkle on the milky way", and "They stretch in a never ending line, Along the Margin of the bay." These four lines are clearly hyperboles, because there is 100 octillion stars in the milky way, and there cannot be that many daffodils in any place in the world. Also there cannot be a never ending line of daffodils, because a physical infinity is not possible, therefore making this a hyperbole. The Poem is about how nature can be beautiful, even if it is not there. This is clear from the last stanza, where it says that "for oft, when on my couch i lie, in vacant or pensive mood, they flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude, and then my heart with pleasure fills..." This is saying that even when he is away, whenever he thinks about the moment where he saw the shore lined with daffodils, his heart fills with joy. My Own PoemSickness
My heart beats faster than one million horses My skin is colder than a block of ice, one million time colder than arctic winds My muscles more stiff than the strongest of steel My mouth drier than the hottest of deserts The sickness consumes me Depletes my strength I want to die and I can't even cry My heart slows down, slower than a snail Blackness consumes me I cannot move My breath stops to a halt My wishes come true Iron bells Moan through the halls people's sorrow almost seep through the solid walls friends family and all moan, and groan with sorrow through the solemn halls |