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Scenes of Hell

Poem by Billy Collins

Matt Chambers

on 3 May 2010

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Scenes of Hell A poem by Billy Collins Billy Collins Poet Laureate United States 2001-2003 Poet Laureate of New York State 2004-2006 Isaac Rosenberg Scenes of Hell We did not have the benefit of a guide,
no crone to lead us off the common path,
no ancient to point the way with a staff,

but there were badlands to cross,
rivers of fire and blackened peaks,
and eventually we could look down and see

the jewler running around a gold ring,
the boss trapped in an hourglass,
the baker buried up to his eyes in flour,

the banker plummeting on a coin,
the teacher disappearing into a blackboard,
and the grocer silent under a pyramid of vegetables.

We saw the pilot nose diving
and the whore impaled on a bedpost
the pharmacist wandering in a stupor

and the child with toy whells for legs.
You pointed to the soldier
who was dancing with his empty uniform

and I remarked on the blind tourist.
Nut what truly caught our attention
was the scene in the long mirror of ice:

You lighting the wick on your head,
me blowing on the final spark,
and our children trying to crawl away from their
eggshells. Born: March 22, 1941 Born: November 25, 1890 Died: April 1, 1918 Professer at Lehman Unversity Initailly against the war but enlisted in order to help support his mother Killed in Action One of the most famous WW1 poets along with Sigfried Sasson, and Wilfred Owen Wreck not the ageing heart of quietness,
With alien uproar and rude jolly cries,
Which satyr like to a mild maidens pride,
Ripens not wisdom, but a large recoil,
Give them their withered peace, their trial grave,
Their old youth's three-scored shadowy effigy,
Mock them not with your ripened turbulence,
Their frost mailed petulance with your torrid wrath,
While edging your boisterous thunder shivers one word,
Pap to their senile shivering, drug to truth,
The feigned ramparts of bleak ignorance,
Experience - crown of naked majesties,
That tells us nought we know not - but confirms,
Oh think! You reverend shadowy austere,
Your Christ's youth was not ended when he died.
Of Any Old Man Rosenburg Collins Rosenberg's Style Major themes include War, and Death Does not rhyme in most of his work Poems are often shorter and get to the point Uses many Poetic devices, such as metaphors and Personification Collins Poetic Style Major themes include, nature, aging, love and death Often does not rhyme, instead his poems have a more direct feel His poetry is very real, and easy to understand He uses simple but effective language which helps him connect with a wider audience Beginning in mid-March and lasting through May and sometimes June
Spring visits the New England area
Giving residents their first taste of warm weather in months

The first sunny day will come and teenagers will take to the streets
Shorts, tee-shirts, and flip-flops rule the roost
And the tops come of the Jeeps and convertibles

Although the thermometer hovers around 60
It feels much warmer, and summer is tantalizingly close
The days begin to grow longer, and spring clean up begins

However, it is still New England
And the temperature will drop as quickly as it increased
The 40 degree temperatures seem ten times colder

Sweatshirts make their triumphant return,
And summer plans are put on hold
And the days stretch on for what feels like years

A couple long days later and the sun comes out again
Bringing people out of their houses and onto the streets
Children dream of summer vacation and all is right with the world

And so the cycle continues
The constant ebb and flow of the seasons
The one thing you can always count on
Is not being able to count on the spring in New England
Spring in New England By Matt Chambers Chambers Poetic Style Tried to stay similar to Collins Used nature as main theme of the poem Kept the language simple, and easy to read Did not rhyme, like many of my previous poems
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