I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philips farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery water break Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. . . . . . The poem, The Brook is a metaphor of the human life in the form of river. The poem starts as a swift, loud, stream. The brook travels trough 20 or so villages, 50 bridges and 30 hills till it reaches the river at Phillips farm. The brook carries objects such as fish, foamy bubbles, and flowers which represent a person carrying their family, friends, and other important objects. The brook eventually slows down which represents that a person is reaching middle age & is becoming less hyper. The brook now travels trough thorny bushes & forget-me-not flowers which is a metaphor for the troubles and joys in life when your a middle-age person who is probably a middle class person in society. The fuming bit in the poem is about the brook not allowed to travel in strait lines but in twists and turns which is a metaphor for anger in the poem. The brook then dies or enters the river which is the final metaphor for death of a person & the river is the all mighty or the combination of all (if you believe in the afterlife or something like that). The poem end by stating the refrain which is: for men may come and men may go but I go on for ever This basically states that man is mortal while nature is immortal. A human can only live for so long before that person dies but the brook and nature is never-ending and will out live humans. The brook will flow long after a person is dead. This is basically what the poem represents.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 04:37:53 +0000
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