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Life edith wharton analysis

          Edith Wharton most likely wrote this poem to show the meaning of life as she went through many ups and downs herself.

        1. It is unadorned storytelling, whose style encompasses satire and unflinching critique of the upper-class society in which Wharton grew up.
        2. In the poem, "Life", Edith Wharton uses shifts in attitude and similes to convey the theme of life and the fact that life is truly what you make it.
        3. The story focuses on 19th-century spiritualism as we follow the main character on her spiritual journey.
        4. Born during the United States' Civil War, and dying as Europe broached World War II, Wharton witnessed dramatic social, economic, literary, cultural, and.
        5. In the poem, "Life", Edith Wharton uses shifts in attitude and similes to convey the theme of life and the fact that life is truly what you make it..

          Analysis of Life

          NAY, lift me to thy lips, Life, and once more
          Pour the wild music through me --

          I quivered in the reed-bed with my kind,
          Rooted in Lethe-bank, when at the dawn
          There came a groping shape of mystery
          Moving among us, that with random stroke
          Severed, and rapt me from my silent tribe,
          Pierced, fashioned, lipped me, sounding for a voice,
          Laughing on Lethe-bank -- and in my throat
          I felt the wing-beat of the fledgeling notes,
          The bubble of godlike laughter in my throat.



          Such little songs she sang,
          Pursing her lips to fit the tiny pipe,
          They trickled from me like a slender spring
          That strings frail wood-growths on its crystal thread,
          Nor dreams of glassing cities, bearing ships.


          She sang, and bore me through the April world
          Matching the birds, doubling the insect-hum
          In the meadows, under the low-moving airs,
          And breathings of the scarce-articulate air
          When it makes mouths of grasses -- but when the sky
          Burst