the Poem To an Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Housman

for their race winner. After earth has stopped the ears. The speaker is making an interesting analogy comparing the natural blooming of two flowers to the natural earthly events of human experience. Housman, alfred Edward Housman was born in Fockbury, Worcestershire, England, on March 26, 1859. The "laurel" may grow early but it vanishes faster than roses. Housman had a personal fondness for athletes: it was a young athlete, named Moses Jackson, who was the love of his life. But Housmans wording in this stanza grants the athlete a sense of agency and control over his early demise, arguing that if the athlete had lived on and grown old and grey, he would have lived to see his glory fade. Fourth Stanza: Launching a Novel Idea.

We chaired you through the market-place;. Man and boy stood cheering. To An Athlete Dying Young - The time you won your town the race. To an Athlete Dying Young.E. Text of the Poem, Summaries and Notes.

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Second Stanza: A Change of Scene. Technically speaking, To an Athlete Dying Young is indicative of Housmans gift of poetic craft. Written in quatrains comprising rhyming couplets and in iambic tetrameter (four beats, or eight syllables, per line To an Athlete Dying Young is in keeping with the other poems from. The laurel grows early, Housman says in other words, awards for athletic prowess are given to the young, when they are at the peak of their fitness but such physical excellence cannot last, and indeed even beauty (embodied here by the rose) outlasts. The time you won your town the race. First Stanza: Addressing the Deceased Athlete. With the typical detached, observant tone often employed by Housman, the speaker hails the dead youth. For him the cheering had not begun to fade, and he will not have to experience that fading. Today, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers. Seventh Stanza: Keeping the Laurel, and round that early-laurelled head, will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls.

The Poem To an Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Housman
the Poem To an Athlete Dying Young by A. E. Housman