Morning At the Window by T.S. Eliot (25)

The image of people walking on the streets came to mind on a sunny morning. Its setting is in the urban neighborhood. Also, the poem talks of the city where members of different social classes come together. It is a nice, coming together, poem that includes everyone, not just one group of people.

A Dream of Death by William Butler Yeats (24)

I think everyone can relate to this poem simply because we've all had nightmares before and still do. I've had nightmares about getting my head, or someone else's head, chopped off and other gory methods of dying. This poem had a woman die, but not very violent. Still, we all dream of death at times.

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Speak! by William Wordsworth (23)

This poem is somewhat relatable to me, which makes it more interesting. I am sometimes quiet and sometimes there's a voice in my head that keeps telling me, "Speak!" I find that interestingly funny. It is a relatable poem for a certain number of people, in my opinion.

Dawn by William Carlos Williams (22)

I really like the imagery in this poem. The image of a light spreading throughout the dark sky comes to mind. Dawn is the first indicator that it is morning and the fresh start to a new day.

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Juggler by Richard Wilbur (21)

Juggler made me think of, obviously, a juggler. Specifically I envisioned the juggler at a carnival. I see children gathering around him, gazing at his ability in action. This vision made me feel like a kid staring at such an attraction.

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A City's Death By Fire by Derek Walcott (20)

After reading this poem, fire burning all around me enters my mind. It seems like an end-of-the-world type of poem. Everything is flammable and harm on one thing can affect everything around it. I thought it had great imagery.

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All Things Will Die by A.L. Tennyson (19)

This poem is depressing. It basically rips apart everything good about life. For example, it starts with the clear blue river, warm south winds blowing, and white clouds fleeting. Then it moves to "the streams will cease to flow; the wind will cease to blow; and the clouds will cease to fleet." This is make me sad, life ending and everything.

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