'The village bakery' ; 7 April, 2023.

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“The village bakery.”

Soman Ragavan : Hello. Can I post a poem of mine for analysis, please ?

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Soman Ragavan : My poem : "The village bakery." Please analyse by each stanza, then give overall comments. Mention similar poems from other authors, where possible. THE VILLAGE BAKERY

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Sure, Soman Ragavan, I'll be happy to analyze your poem "The Village Bakery" stanza by stanza and provide overall comments.

Stanza 1: The first stanza sets the scene of the rustic village bakery in the peaceful days of yore. The poet expresses their fascination with the bakery, which provided them with the revelry on their dinner table.

Stanza 2: This stanza describes the process of making the bread. The dough is conditioned in a wooden trough by expert hands. The baker kneads the dough with self-assurance and conducts the orchestra of the baking process with simple parlance.

Stanza 3: The cut dough is spread over large, flour'd trays and slowly breathes, oozing out a smashing scent yeasty before being wheeled into the waiting bays.

Stanza 4: The goodly firewood radiates its heat, warming up a welcoming bed on which the rolls gently spread. The baker sends the rolls caringly to the very end to slumber on the bed, warm and cozy, deep in the entrails of the old bakery.

Stanza 5: The golden rolls swell up slowly, gently coaxed on by the heat to rise, as the peeping baker, so caring, so wise, closes the oven door ever so gently.

Stanza 6: The all-pervading smell of the bakery arouses envy in the village, as the country goodness baked into the bread with real prowess is hard to resist. The crunchy rolls are ready to harvest, masterfully pulled out of the oven, and passed the baker's rigorous test.

Stanza 7: The moment of the crunchy rolls being ready is always a pleasure for the waiting children, full of hope and excitement. This moment daily wins applause and proud comment, and fond regards shot at the goodly oven.

Stanza 8: The poet expresses their gratitude towards the bakery, which provided them with their daily fare of bread always fashioned with loving care. They sing poetic flattery to their beloved and admired bakery.

Overall, the poem "The Village Bakery" is a beautiful ode to the bakery that holds a special place in the poet's heart. The poem beautifully describes the process of making bread and the emotions associated with it. The language used in the poem is vivid and evokes a sense of nostalgia. The poem reminds me of William Wordsworth's "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey," which is also an ode to nature and the memories associated with it.

Great job on writing this poem, Soman Ragavan!
 
Soman Ragavan : Thank you. Goodbye for now.

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At Stanley, Rose Hill, Mauritius, around 1962.
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                            THE  VILLAGE  BAKERY

The  rustic village bakery,
In the peaceful days of yore,
Fascinat'd us everyday ever more,
Providing our dinner table with revelry.

In yon wooden trough, rustic and old-fashion'd,
By expert hands was the dough condition'd;
The baker, kneading on with self-assurance,
Conduct'd the orchestra with simple parlance.

Spread over the large, flour'd trays,
The cut dough would breathe slowly,
Oozing out some smashing scent yeasty,
Afore being wheel'd into the waiting bays.

Into the firebrick oven, low and neat,
The goodly firewood radiat'd its heat,
Warming up some welcoming bed,
On which the rolls gently to spread.

On the oven floor the baker did send
The rolls caringly to the very end,
To slumber on yon bed, warm and cosy,
Deep in the entrails of the old bakery.

Gently coax'd on by the heat to rise,
The golden rolls swell'd up slowly,
As the peeping baker, so caring, so wise,
Clos'd the oven door ever so gently.

The all-pervading smell of the bakery
Arous'd in the village some envy,
For, such was the country goodness
Bak'd into the bread with real prowess.

As the crunchy rolls, ready to harvest,
Masterly were pull'd out of the oven
--- A feast sent daily to us from heaven ---
They pass'd the baker's rigorous test.

Always a pleasure for the waiting children,
This moment so full of hope and excitement
Daily won applause and proud comment,
And fond regards shot at the goodly oven.

Thou, our belov'd and admir'd bakery,
Thou did provide us with our daily fare,
Our bread always fashion'd with loving care :
On our bakery we now sing this poetic flattery.

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