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Prayer Before Birth  /Louis Macneice I am not yet born; O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me. I am not yet born, console me. I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me, with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me, on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me. I am not yet born; provide me With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light in the back of my mind to guide me. I am not yet born; forgive me For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, my treason engendered by traitors beyond me, my life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me. I am not yet born; rehearse me In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white waves call me to folly a

The Poem About the Author: Born:   Christina Georgina Rossetti.             5th December 1830 London, England. Died:   29th December 1894 (aged 64) Occupation: Poet Language:    English Nationality:  British Parents :  Gabriele Rossetti, Frances Polidori Works:  "After Death", Another Spring", "At Home", An Echo from Willowwood", A Ballad of Boding" etc. Analysis It almost reads like an Instruction Manual with many conditions. Let us take a deep look into the poem. Lines- 1-2 “Remember” opens with an instruction by the speaker. She is a woman addressing someday may be her lover or boyfriend or husband. She tells person who is a shadow to the readers to remember her when she is no more, means death.   When she dies, she would go into a silent land where she could not see his loved ones.   She wants him to remember her when she is not in this world.   After her death the speaker will no longer able to communicate with

  Critical Analysis In Piano the narrator finds himself in a setting where a woman is singing accompanied by piano.  This sound stirs something in his soul and he is suddenly transported back in time to his childhood.  he not only remembers his childhood memories sitting under the piano at home but also remembers his mother's smile and how the music stirred something within her, a joy that made her smile.  The narrator emotionally and physically connected to his Mother as she played the piano.  He was pressing her feet as she created this thing of beauty for him.   In the present the narrator longs to be back in and to feel the warmth and the serene joy the music created on these evenings at home.  The music kept "winter outside"  Metaphorically creating a barrier between the cold world outside and the warmth within.  He remembers the music most often on "Sunday evenings" and that his mother played "hymns" in their "cosy parlour&quo

Disabled by Wilfred Owen   He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn, Voices of play and pleasure after day, Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.   About this time Town used to swing so gay When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim, —In the old times, before he threw away his knees. Now he will never feel again how slim Girls’ waists are, or how warm their subtle hands, All of them touch him like some queer disease.   There was an artist silly for his face, For it was younger than his youth, last year. Now he is old; his back will never brace; He’s lost his colour very far from here, Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry, And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race,And leap of purple spurted from his thigh. One time he liked a bloodsmear down his leg, Aft