2nd Virtual Poetry Circle

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And now, for the second edition of the Virtual Poetry Circle:

OK, Here’s a poem up for reactions, interaction, and–dare I say it–analysis:

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

In honor of the holiday, I chose this poem:

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,   
Who never to himself hath said,   
  'This is my own, my native land!'   
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd   
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd 
  From wandering on a foreign strand?   
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;   
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;   
High though his titles, proud his name,   
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,   
The wretch, concentred all in self,   
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,   
And, doubly dying, shall go down   
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. 

Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.