Instead, it's in the end words of lines 5 and 7. Our attention is drawn to the words river and railway as they dangle there at the end of the line, both beginning with R. One thing is natural, one is manmade. Both can be followed or used for a journey. They are different in one key respect: railways have a definite end point. With rivers the ending is, well, more fluid. Notice that it's the manmade thing that has the concrete ending point.
The river doesn't. This is a good spot to mention that rivers often represent the passage or movement of Time. Seems like Time is the thing with no ending. We're not so sure about Love anymore. And that river is "brimming," nearly overflowing the containment banks. Sounds a little threatening, right? Like the river might sweep those lovers away. Okay, so maybe this isn't such an optimistic stanza after all. The stanza ends with the word ending.
With all this subtle ending going on, Shmoop is not sure if we buy this stanza's last line, "Love has no ending. Lines 'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, Line 9 picks up where 8 left off with the lover's words to the beloved.
This guy is really pouring it on. Auden continued the link between creativity and the industrial urban scene. Born in York in , Auden was only eighteen months old when the family moved to Birmingham. To the youngster, the Solihull gasworks were an awe-inspiring sight. By contrast with older and even with the artificiality of some modernist poets, one listens to a voice here that is fully at home in the industrial landscape of the modern city.
As an individual Auden apparently possessed little mechanical aptitude, but the poet in him was stirred by the symbolism of place-names and the industrial plant and processes associated with them.
Later, at Oxford, his favourite sights were the gasworks and the municipal dump. The image leads on to the folling fine lines: But give me still, to stir imagination The chiaroscuro of the railway station. Auden was brought up in Solihull, near Birmingham.
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Friday's Child audio only Click the icon above to listen to this audio poem. Lake on the Hill Often I walk the dog at night. Once around the block, maybe twice, And sometimes we head up to the reservoir.
If it's snowing, I put a little coat on the dog, Booties if they've salted the street. Everything you need is up there. You can see for miles and you've got a lake, Not large, the water black and still.
Emptiness where the city ends and farmland begins, Lights of the houses below, and if you're quiet— Sounds you couldn't actually hear.
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