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"Waterfall"

Lauris EDMOND

Marguerite, Bianca, Louis, Gaspard & Alice

SUMMARY

SUMMARY

01.

About the author Lauris Edmond

02.

Introduction

03.

Poem analysis

04.

Conclusion + Kahoot !!

AUTHOR & INTRODUCTION

Lauris

EDMOND

the poet

HER WORKS

WORKS

CELEBRITY

HER

LITERARY

CELEBRITY

I do not ask for youth, nor for delay

in the rising of time’s irresistible river

that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall

in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,

all that I have and all I am always losing

as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.

I do not dream that you, young again,

Might come to me darkly in love’s green darkness

Where the dust of the bracken spices the air

Moss, crushed, gives out an astringent sweetness

and water holds our reflections

motionless, as if for ever.

It is enough now to come into a room

and find the kindness we have for each other

– calling it love – in eyes that are shrewd

but trustful still, face chastened by years

of careful judgement; to sit in the afternoons

in mild conversation, without nostalgia.

But when you leave me, with your jauntiness

sinewed by resolution more than strength

– suddenly then I love you with a quick

intensity, remembering that water,

however luminous and grand, falls fast

and only once to the dark pool below.

THE POEM

& ANALYSIS

THE POEM

INTRO

INTRODUCTION.

The poem is about the author who remembers the melancholic moments that she has spent with her late husband, but he has died too soon.

Now that he is gone, Lauris realizes how she has not enjoyed time enough when her loved man was still there.

She compares the time of their love to a waterfall: the author first makes a comparison between time and waterfall.

The poet is melancholic about her past when her husband was still alive. Water holds their reflections motionless and compares the fact that a break can be seen as water, even if it is luminous and grand falls into a dark hole in the end.

We will analyze the structure, the mood, the imagery and the language of this “Waterfall”.

STRUCTURE

I do not ask for youth, nor for delay

in the rising of time’s irresistible river

that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall

in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,

all that I have and all I am always losing

as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.

I do not dream that you, young again,

Might come to me darkly in love’s green darkness

Where the dust of the bracken spices the air

Moss, crushed, gives out an astringent sweetness

and water holds our reflections

motionless, as if for ever.

It is enough now to come into a room

and find the kindness we have for each other

– calling it love – in eyes that are shrewd

but trustful still, face chastened by years

of careful judgement; to sit in the afternoons

in mild conversation, without nostalgia.

But when you leave me, with your jauntiness

sinewed by resolution more than strength

– suddenly then I love you with a quick

intensity, remembering that water,

however luminous and grand, falls fast

and only once to the dark pool below.

STRUCTURE

SHAPE

MOOD.

MOOD

I do not ask for youth, nor for delay

in the rising of time’s irresistible river

that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall

in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,

all that I have and all I am always losing

as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.

I do not dream that you, young again,

Might come to me darkly in love’s green darkness

Where the dust of the bracken spices the air

Moss, crushed, gives out an astringent sweetness

and water holds our reflections

motionless, as if for ever.

It is enough now to come into a room

and find the kindness we have for each other

– calling it love – in eyes that are shrewd

but trustful still, face chastened by years

of careful judgement; to sit in the afternoons

in mild conversation, without nostalgia.

But when you leave me, with your jauntiness

sinewed by resolution more than strength

– suddenly then I love you with a quick

intensity, remembering that water,

however luminous and grand, falls fast

and only once to the dark pool below.

IMAGERY

I do not ask for youth, nor for delay

in the rising of time’s irresistible river

that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall

in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,

all that I have and all I am always losing

as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.

I do not dream that you, young again,

Might come to me darkly in love’s green darkness

Where the dust of the bracken spices the air

Moss, crushed, gives out an astringent sweetness

and water holds our reflections

motionless, as if for ever.

It is enough now to come into a room

and find the kindness we have for each other

– calling it love – in eyes that are shrewd

but trustful still, face chastened by years

of careful judgement; to sit in the afternoons

in mild conversation, without nostalgia.

But when you leave me, with your jauntiness

sinewed by resolution more than strength

– suddenly then I love you with a quick

intensity, remembering that water,

however luminous and grand, falls fast

and only once to the dark pool below.

IMAGERY.

LANGUAGE

I do not ask for youth, nor for delay

in the rising of time’s irresistible river

that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall

in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,

all that I have and all I am always losing

as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.

I do not dream that you, young again,

Might come to me darkly in love’s green darkness

Where the dust of the bracken spices the air

Moss, crushed, gives out an astringent sweetness

and water holds our reflections

motionless, as if for ever.

It is enough now to come into a room

and find the kindness we have for each other

– calling it love – in eyes that are shrewd

but trustful still, face chastened by years

of careful judgement; to sit in the afternoons

in mild conversation, without nostalgia.

But when you leave me, with your jauntiness

sinewed by resolution more than strength

– suddenly then I love you with a quick

intensity, remembering that water,

however luminous and grand, falls fast

and only once to the dark pool below.

LANGUAGE.

CONCLUSION

  • Lauris Edmond spreads out a message: she compares time to a waterfall and says that when time of the separation came: it is like water that falls fast and only once “to the dark pool below”.

  • She says that we should enjoy as much as we can the moments that we spend with the person we love. I think that the author is right, time goes by too quickly. We should enjoy life as much as we can and live every day as if it were the last one.

  • To manage to do this, she uses poetic devices such as imagery, the form of her poem, its mood and its language.

thank u

THANK

YOU

FOR THE ATTENTION

K

KAHOOT TIMEEEE !!

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