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If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
CITATION: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/40824/today-56d21ebdad746
This poem is a depiction of a warm day. The most interesting part in my opinion of this poem is the imagery at the end of his poem. This paper weight he has expresses people in the snow. He would like to break it open and let them enjoy the day with him. He anthropormorphizes his paperweight, showing just how truly joyed he is to spend this day. The theme of this poem is nature and how it reacts to emotion. Specifically here, how a warm bright day can make someone feel overjoyed. Overall, this piece is very based around imagery, trying to get others to walk in the author's footsteps.
The moonlight fades from flower and tree,
And the stars dim one by one;
The tale is told, the song is sung,
And the Fairy feast is done.
The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,
And sings to them, soft and low.
The early birds erelong will wake:
'Tis time for the Elves to go.
O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass,
Unseen by mortal eye,
And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float
Through the quiet moonlit sky;--
For the stars' soft eyes alone may see,
And the flowers alone may know,
The feasts we hold, the tales we tell:
So 'tis time for the Elves to go.
From bird, and blossom, and bee,
We learn the lessons they teach;
And seek, by kindly deeds, to win
A loving friend in each.
And though unseen on earth we dwell,
Sweet voices whisper low,
And gentle hearts most joyously greet
The Elves where'er they go.
When next we meet in the Fairy dell,
May the silver moon's soft light
Shine then on faces gay as now,
And Elfin hearts as light.
Now spread each wing, for the eastern sky
With sunlight soon will glow.
The morning star shall light us home:
Farewell! for the Elves must go.
CITATION: https://www.poetry-archive.com/a/fairy_song.html
This poem is a fantasy story from the POV of fairies. It talks of their feasts and celebration, and how they must now pack themselves up. They stay far from human eye and must prepare for the elves will be leaving soon. This poem's theme is ____. This poem shows