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Running head: Conceptual critique 1 Brainstorming for (Literary Analysis) Jacob A. Eder ENG125, Professor Karen Risley (10/14/15)
Conceptual Critique 2 . Comparative Contrast Within this essay, two beautiful poems from times long forgotten will be comparatively analyzed and disseminated. The first is “La Belle Dame sans Merci’ by John Keats” (1819). And as of secondly, “Boy at the Window’ by Richard Wilbur” (1956). These are the two emotionally charged pieces of historic literature on which I’ll be giving a comprehensive written analysis. They are poems with vastly differing themes and writing styles, herein then, I’ll contrast and compare the conflicts and abstract componentry of each poem individually, against the other. As for firstly, I would like to share my interpretation of each individualized poem in its entirety, here then, is the first poem as mentioned, titled “La Bella Dame Sans Merci” by John Keats (1819). As though the spirit of the wind spoke to Mr. John Keats… (My interpretation) 1What can uplift your spirit, oh sweet man of sorrow, in lonely solemnity, and placid lunacy?
Conceptual Critique 3 . 2For what can bring you relief from your great sorrows, regrets, woes and stresses? 3For the animals are sufficed, and the crops harvested, in full, thus they are done… 4Though, every day, I see you aloft in dismal disarray, it’s obvious you’re broken, as though defeated, by your countenance, your features so somber, and your attitudinal contempt… 5Behold, I found you a partner – an equal, an opposite so filled with splendor, she’s happy, she’s young, beautiful and undone! Her hair is long and foreboding, her stature lightly fragile, her eyes fierce with wildered pandemonium, peace and serene colors, so gradient…as though a goddess woman! 6I made a rose petal, to rest upon her soft head, bracelets too, with consuming fragrance, her gaze met mine, she, so compelled by innocent and awing love, she moaned with fervor, discontent and regret too, asking me – why her, so lonely and malcontent? I placed her upon my wings, and travelled all this way, so long without daybreak, no sway, and no fray; and here 7I am before you, telling you this tale, because I implore you remember, that very precious girl, awaiting

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