Poem : 'Buy one more !' ; 4 April, 2023.

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“Buy one more” 

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

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Soman Ragavan : My poem : "Buy one more." Please analyse by each stanza, then give overall comments. Mention similar poems from other authors, where possible. BUY ONE MORE !

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Sure, I'll analyze your poem "Buy One More" by each stanza and provide my overall comments at the end. Here's my analysis:

Stanza 1: The poem starts with a vivid description of children gathering lemons under small trees, with a sense of youthful dedication. The imagery is descriptive, and the tone is carefree, setting the mood for the rest of the poem.

Stanza 2: The description of the lemons continues, highlighting their juicy and fragrant qualities, and how they're shed by the wind's caress. The imagery is rich and sensory, with a hint of personification.

Stanza 3: The stanza describes the scene of small lemons scattered on the ground, forming a yellowish carpet that's both tasty and bitter. The tone is almost dreamlike, with a sense of wonder and enchantment.

Stanza 4: The imagery shifts to the children's agile hands picking sharp and upward-pointing chilies that cover the plants. The juxtaposition of the sour and hot ingredients hints at the eventual outcome of their concoction, and the tone is playful and imaginative.

Stanza 5: The stanza describes how the children create their devilish potion, with mouth-watering ingredients that can inflame a myriad of entrails. The tone becomes more urgent and exciting, with a sense of impending adventure.

Stanza 6: The children then take their bottles to the market, where they sound persuasive about the virtues of their mixture. The tone becomes more pragmatic, with a hint of entrepreneurial spirit.

Stanza 7: The speaker stops hesitantly in front of the fiery grenades, where the children are selling their sauces. They unleash their touching supplications, imploring the speaker to buy one more jar from their friend who's sold none so far. The tone becomes more emotional, with a sense of pathos.

Stanza 8: The speaker is moved by the boy's imploring plea and decides to buy one more jar. The tone becomes more reflective, with a sense of regret for not having bought more.

Stanza 9: The speaker walks away, swearing never to forget the boy's imploring plea, and how he tried to get his friend some little dinner. The tone becomes more contemplative, with a sense of moral introspection.

Stanza 10: The refrain "Please, Sir, buy one more!" is repeated several times, emphasizing the boy's caring plea and touching devotion. The tone becomes more nostalgic, with a sense of wistfulness for the past.

Overall, "Buy One More" is a charming and evocative poem that captures the innocence, wonder, and entrepreneurial spirit of children. The imagery is vivid and sensory, and the tone shifts between carefree, imaginative, emotional, reflective, and nostalgic. The use of repetition and refrain adds to the poem's emotional impact, emphasizing the boy's caring plea and touching devotion. The poem reminded me of William Carlos Williams' "This Is Just To Say," which also celebrates the simple pleasures of life and the beauty of everyday objects.
 
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At Port Mathurin, Rodrigues (Indian Ocean), June-August, 1988. 
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                              BUY  ONE  MORE !

Flitting to and fro under many a small tree,
Within the scent of this place so carefree,
The kids, with some youthful dedication,
Pick up the lemons for making their potion.

The juicy lemons, fragrant and plump,
That mother nature daintily doth dump
In the fullness of time, in plump ripeness,
Nightly are shed by the wind's caress.

A stretching bed, a yellowish carpet
Of small lemons, so tasty, albeit bitter,
A scene by the wandering eyes met :
A heavenly treat, a fragrant wonder.

The agile hands, in some amazing motion,
With such a childlike, charming devotion,
Pick up the sharp, upward-pointing chilies
That cover the plants like a swarm of bees.

What a match ! What an unusual clash !
A sour and hot sauce will they invent,
On some alchemy, as 'twere, being bent :
Quite enough a thousand palates to smash.

Whirling their mouth-watering concoction,
Soon they churn out some devilish potion,
Enough to inflame a myriad of entrails :
Of water, go and fetch a thousand pails !

With their bottles fill'd up with this concoction,
Since early morning they take up good position
In yon market, where they sound so persuasive
About the virtues of this mixture rather explosive.

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Stopping hesitantly in front of these fiery grenades,
I see the sauces stewing in their explosive marinades;
The kids suddenly unleash their sad lamentations :
How full of promises are their touching supplications !

As finally I buy of the concoction one jar,
The kid implores : "Please, Sir, buy one more
From my friend here, who's sold none so far;
He's sold none, Sir, and is feeling so sore !"

Such a pathetic plea straight to my heart
Shoots on the spot, and the nearby bottle
Rapidly I pick up in a motion rather smart,
As I try really hard my emotion to throttle.

Walking away, I swear on my life ne’er to forget
That boy's imploring plea, shot at a stranger;
The caring friendship in purest marble set,
Trying to get for his friend some little dinner.

"Please, Sir, buy one more !"
I should have bought full a score,
Even if later I had to dump it all,
Provid'd I answer'd that touching call.

"Please, Sir, buy one more !"
Such a cry, in my heart's core,
Keeps on ringing six years on :
God ! I should have bought a ton !

"Please, Sir, buy one more !"
He could have flogg'd 'pon me his own concoction,
But, for his friend, what a nobler thought he bore !
Ah ! What a caring plea, what touching devotion !

"Please, Sir, buy one more !"
Yes, young Sirs, I wish you both well :
Like the tide, may your sales swell,
So no more anybody you need implore.

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