Poetry+Comparison

__**Poetry Analysis: **__

The poems “Carving a Name”, and “The Harvest Moon” have themes related through their overall meaning and poetic qualities, however they don’t go together so well in terms of structure. They have different themes, but both are connected to nature and how powerful it is. The poems have similar poetic devices like rhyme, imagery and personification and others. Structure-wise, they aren’t so together because “Carving a Name” has more of a plot, while “The Harvest Moon” is more like a series of events.

The theme of “Carving a Name” is how we all want to leave a mark in this world, but the best place to leave it is in people hearts and memories. “The Harvest Moon” speaks more of how nature tells us things, and we should listen and connect more with nature, rather than connect with technology. They are both speaking about nature, and how it holds so much power over us. The two poems have rhyme, personification, imagery, repetition and rhyme and hyperboles. I do not have enough space to give all the examples of these found in the poems (sorry)!!! When it comes to structure, “Carving a Name” has a definite plot, problem and solution, while “The Harvest Moon” does have a series of events and problem, but doesn’t describe a solution.

These two poems are quite similar in many ways, but it ends on the structure of the poems, where they are not so together. They have many common poetic devises, and a theme connected to the same root too.

**Poems: ** **The Harvest Moon **  The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and sinks upward To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon. The harvest moon has come, Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon. And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

So people can't sleep, So they go out where elms and oak trees keep A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush. The harvest moon has come!

And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep Stare up at her petrified, while she swells Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing Closer and closer like the end of the world.

Till the gold fields of stiff wheat Cry `We are ripe, reap us!' and the rivers Sweat from the melting hills. **Carving A Name **  I wrote my name upon the sand, And trusted it would stand for aye; But, soon, alas! the refluent sea Had washed my feeble lines away.

I carved my name upon the wood, And, after years, returned again; I missed the shadow of the tree That stretched of old upon the plain.

To solid marble next, my name I gave as a perpetual trust; An earthquake rent it to its base,  And now it lies, o'erlaid with dust.

All these have failed. In wiser mood I turn and ask myself, "What then?" If I would have my name endure, I'll write it on the hearts of men,

In characters of living light, Of kindly deeds and actions wrought. And these, beyond the touch of time, Shall live immortal as my thought.