" To Dorothy"

       This is my favorite poem so far! It's so hopelessly romantic and honest. Also, this is my last poem analysis for the day. The narrator is speaking to his love (i assume), Dorothy, and he tells her that he believes that she's beautiful because of her imperfections. He feels as though he could not be in a world without her and his life would be useless if he ever lost her. This poem has exploits a positive meaning due to the poet's use of words: “beautiful”, “flower”, “true”. The author's attitude or tone is loving or hopelessly romantic. When reading this poem, the speaker uses a lot of imagery to describe the way in which Dorothy Makes him feel and how her leaving would make his world miserable ( i.e.” If I lost you, the air wouldn’t move, nor the tree grow.). There is a shift in the narrator's thoughts. In the first stanza, he is generally speaking about his feelings for Dorothy, expounding upon how she is beautiful despite her flaws (lines 1-4). However, he goes on to describe what his life would be like if Dorothy ever vanished in the second stanza (lines 10-14). The primary theme of this poem is that true beauty is not perfect. Those who truly love a person will think that they are beautiful and amazing in spite of their imperfections. Also, those that are truly in love will feel emptiness of that lover ever left them.

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