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Poem #1

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Poem #2

Full Moon

No longer throne of a goddess to whom we pray,
no longer the bubble house of childhood's
tumbling Mother Goose man,

The emphatic moon ascends –
the brilliant challenger of rocket experts,
the white hope of communications men.

Some I love who are dead
were watchers of the moon and knew its lore;
planted seeds, trimmed their hair,

Pierced their ears for gold hoop earrings
as it waxed or waned.
It shines tonight upon their graves.

And burned in the garden of Gethsemane,
its light made holy by the dazzling tears
with which it mingled.

And spread its radiance on the exile's path
of Him who was The Glorious One,
its light made holy by His holiness.

Already a mooted goal and tomorrow perhaps
an arms base, a livid sector,
the full moon dominates the dark.
-Robert Hayden

Analysis (TP-CASTT)
Title: Going to be about the moon
Paraphrase: The moon used to be a goddess or a part of children's stories, and everyone used it like farmers for example. But now it is just a destination for astronauts.
Connotation: Used words to mourn over how the past is lost. For example, no longer.
Attitude: Hayden is dismal and gloomy over how society sees the moon now-a-days.
Shift: In the last stanza. Source of light to source of darkness.
Title Revisited: The moon will always be there but generations all look at it differently
Theme: Everything eventually loses its meaning or importance

Poem #3

A Summer's Dream

To the sagging wharf
few ships could come.
The population numbered
two giants, an idiot, a dwarf,

a gentle storekeeper
asleep behind his counter,
and our kind landlady—
the dwarf was her dressmaker.

The idiot could be beguiled
by picking blackberries,
but then threw them away.
The shrunken seamstress smiled.

By the sea, lying
blue as a mackerel,
our boarding house was streaked
as though it had been crying.

Extraordinary geraniums
crowded the front windows,
the floors glittered with
assorted linoleums.

Every night we listened
for a horned owl.
In the horned lamp flame,
the wallpaper glistened.

The giant with the stammer
was the landlady’s son,
grumbling on the stairs
over an old grammar.

He was morose,
but she was cheerful.
The bedroom was cold,
the feather bed close.

We were awakened in the dark by
the somnambulist brook
nearing the sea,
still dreaming audibly. 
-Elizabeth Bishop

Analysis (TP-CASTT):
Title: I assume that the writer is going to imagine how she'd like her summer to go
Paraphrase: The writer is talking about scenarios that could happen during the summer like the idiot picking berries and hearing the owl.
Connotation: Simple at first but then incorporates imagery in the fourth and fifth verse.
Attitude: Nostalgic
Shift: From first verse to second verse. Dark yet comical fairytale and then we learn that the dwarf is the lady's dressmaker
Title Revisited: She is capturing how the contents of a dream make sense.
Theme: Enjoy the simple things