Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Thanatopsis poem

When we say our last words,
As the sun starts to frown,
Or breathe our last breath,
Like a diver, gasping for air.

We’ll be free from this body,
This incomplete temple.
We will rise from the earth,
And enter the heavens.

We go to the fork,
Of left or right; up or down.
There, the Judge will make the decision,
To go left or right; up or down.

Depending on His judgment,
We’ll go one of two places:
We’ll go to Heaven, unless, therefore,
You perish in Hell, forevermore.

red: personification
white: Simile
Symbol: temple-body; Judge-God

2 comments:

Peach said...

andrew!!! good job on being really honest and the fork in the road metaphor/symbol thing was really good. i liked how you picked out the Judge title for God, it fit. good job!!!

Gabriella Chavez said...

Hey Andrew,
I like how in your poem you talked about a fork in the road. It's kinda like the road less taken... anyways, it was really good. I liked how you used the whole symbol thing, I didn't think of that. Great Job! Gabriella