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Poem - Betrayal. May Sara Teasdale The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new
leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard ...
... Although different tones and moods have been used in each poem, both poems
serve the purpose of focusing on the theme of betrayal. ...
... eaten their plums. There are many other ways to interpret this poem, such
as the betrayal of a friendship. One friend has betrayed ...
... responses of people under extreme pressure and the betrayal and guilt he shows between
the characters to help the reader better understand the story or poem. ...
... responses of people under extreme pressure and the betrayal and guilt he shows between
the characters to help the reader better understand the story or poem. ...
Submitted by kprivate on November 28, 2007
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May
Sara Teasdale
The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.
La Belle Dame sans Merci
John Keats
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said -
'I love thee true'.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in...
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