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Sep 22, 2009
Poetry / "Gone, Gone Again" by Edward Thomas [3]
Hi- I am trying to write a 2,000ish word essay for my poetry class on "Gone, Gone Again" by Edward Thomas. I have about 1,300 words so far, and I can't think of where to go from here. In this paper we have to make an arguement: mine is that the poem appears to be about an old man looking back on his past and reflecting on his life, but in fact, Edward Thomas is trying to communicate about the tragic effects of war on human emotions.
Here is what I have so far
> The man in the poem is an older man which is important because a young man could still have hope for his future. He is sorrowful because his life has flown by with what feels like "little to show for it."
>The heaviness the man carries with him now is largely from his experiences in the war and the loss of his friend; the Blenheim oranges maybe remind him of gunfire in the war or of a happier time before the war when his "lost" friend was still here
>He may have felt peace and joy at one point, but now he is just an empty shell of a person, like the house mentioned at the end. Nobody can hurt him anymore (no panes in his windows) because his friends are all dead. Maybe his dead friends are lucky because they don't have desires to be happy any more, like the old man does.
Any further insight you can offer would be helpful- thanks!
"Gone, Gone Again" by Edward Thomas
Gone, gone again,
May, June, July,
And August gone,
Again gone by,
Not memorable
Save that I saw them go,
As past the empty quays
The rivers flow.
And now again,
In the harvest rain,
The Blenheim oranges
Fall grubby from the trees
As when I was young
And when the lost one was here
And when the war began
To turn young men to dung.
Look at the old house,
Outmoded, dignified,
Dark and untenanted,
With grass growing instead
Of the footsteps of life,
The friendliness, the strife;
In its beds have lain
Youth. love, age, and pain:
I am something like that;
Only I am not dead,
Still breathing and interested
In the house that is not dark:--
I am something like that:
Not one pane to reflect the sun,
For the schoolboys to throw at--
They have broken every one.
Hi- I am trying to write a 2,000ish word essay for my poetry class on "Gone, Gone Again" by Edward Thomas. I have about 1,300 words so far, and I can't think of where to go from here. In this paper we have to make an arguement: mine is that the poem appears to be about an old man looking back on his past and reflecting on his life, but in fact, Edward Thomas is trying to communicate about the tragic effects of war on human emotions.
Here is what I have so far
> The man in the poem is an older man which is important because a young man could still have hope for his future. He is sorrowful because his life has flown by with what feels like "little to show for it."
>The heaviness the man carries with him now is largely from his experiences in the war and the loss of his friend; the Blenheim oranges maybe remind him of gunfire in the war or of a happier time before the war when his "lost" friend was still here
>He may have felt peace and joy at one point, but now he is just an empty shell of a person, like the house mentioned at the end. Nobody can hurt him anymore (no panes in his windows) because his friends are all dead. Maybe his dead friends are lucky because they don't have desires to be happy any more, like the old man does.
Any further insight you can offer would be helpful- thanks!
"Gone, Gone Again" by Edward Thomas
Gone, gone again,
May, June, July,
And August gone,
Again gone by,
Not memorable
Save that I saw them go,
As past the empty quays
The rivers flow.
And now again,
In the harvest rain,
The Blenheim oranges
Fall grubby from the trees
As when I was young
And when the lost one was here
And when the war began
To turn young men to dung.
Look at the old house,
Outmoded, dignified,
Dark and untenanted,
With grass growing instead
Of the footsteps of life,
The friendliness, the strife;
In its beds have lain
Youth. love, age, and pain:
I am something like that;
Only I am not dead,
Still breathing and interested
In the house that is not dark:--
I am something like that:
Not one pane to reflect the sun,
For the schoolboys to throw at--
They have broken every one.