PosterĄG Ivy at 23:48:8 3/16/98 from t199-48.dialup.seed.net.tw
|Journal--- A Description of the Morning
The city seems not have a good start, I think. When we mention to morning, what will appear in our mind? It may be beauty, new, and hope. Before I read the poem, as I see the title, I think the speaker may tell us an interesting of the whole new day, work hard with all their energy. But what do we actually see in the poem? From the handout, we know the speaker is describing about London in the eighteenth century. As we know, the Industry Revolution happened in the eighteenth century, in England. So we can suppose the subject of the poem may talk about upper class or common people. And in fact, it talks about common people--- servant, prentice, small-coal man and so on. They are all doing something very common in the early morning. They "pare the dirt and sprinkled Kennel-edge* We don*t see how upper class enjoys their life, nor do we see the entertainment or interesting things of these common people. We see everyone does what he should do and how does he do. It*s very realistic. People with kinds of careers are described realistically by the speaker. Even "schoolboys lag with satchels in their hand." It*s interesting. I think most students don*t go to school in their own will and with a good mood, so we see this vivid picture.
Through the whole poem, the view of the city at down seems to focus on the dirt and corruption in the city. We see people start their work when they get up. No laughter, no smile, there are just lazy, dirt and screaming (or silence).We don*t see the bright side of the city at all. Although the poem is a little bit gray and the people in the city seem to be a little miserable, I still like the poem. We have read many poems yet, some are not so close to us. But what the poem talks about can really make us think. In the first two lines, the speaker says: "Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach appearing, showed the ruddy morn*s approach." He used "hardly", why? And after the two lines, the rest of the poem is so dark, so hopeless. It really presents part of our life in the city: everyone does daily routine, sometimes has no connection with others. I think it*s worthy thinking. And I notice that each two lines have the same rhyme, such as "coach, approach; flown, own;
door, floor". I don*t know why, but I think it*s interesting.
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