Analysing Poems 1

As the camera operator, I took a slightly different approach to analysing the poems than my fellow group members. I thought about examples of shots we could potentially use, as well as supporting my ideas with a few images. Below is the original analysation of the poem "New York at Night" that I did...

New York at Night (by Amy Lowell)

Verse 1
A near horizon whose sharp jags
Cut brutally into a sky (sunset in an empty, abandoned area e.g. coast)

Of leaden heaviness, and crags 

Of houses lift their masonry
Ugly and foul, and chimneys lie (neatly aligned homes viewed from a hill e.g. valleys)

And snort, outlined against the grey
Of lowhung cloud. I hear the sigh (clouds, fog, grey skies)

The goaded city gives, not day
Nor night can ease her heart, her anguished labours stay. (a female silhouette in the sunset)

Verse 2
Below, straight streets, monotonous,
From north and south, from east and west, (view of a village by day)

Stretch glittering; and luminous (view of village by night)

Above, one tower tops the rest
And holds aloft man's constant quest: (taller building that stands out e.g. church/cathedral)

Time! Joyless emblem of the greed
Of millions, robber of the best
Which earth can give, the vulgar creed
Has seared upon the night its flaming ruthless screed. 

Verse 3
O Night! Whose soothing presence brings
The quiet shining of the stars. (the night sky)
O Night! Whose cloak of darkness clings
So intimately close that scars
Are hid from our own eyes. Beggars
By day, our wealth is having night (people drinking/celebrating, spending money)

To burn our souls before altars
Dim and tree-shadowed, where the light
Is shed from a young moon, mysteriously bright. (more night sky, with focus on the moon) 

Verse 4
Where art thou hiding, where thy peace?
This is the hour, but thou art not.
Will waking tumult never cease?
Hast thou thy votary forgot?
Nature forsakes this man-begot
And festering wilderness, and now
The long still hours are here, no jot
Of dear communing do I know;
Instead the glaring, man-filled city groans below! (bustling city streets, people and cars)

-By Scarlett Clarke