"The old buses" ; 8 July, 2023

Soman Ragavan

Poem : 'The old buses' ; 5 April, 2023.

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

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Soman Ragavan : My poem : "The old buses." Please analyse by each stanza, then give overall comments. Mention similar poems from other authors, where possible. THE OLD BUSES

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Sure, Soman Ragavan! Here's my analysis of your poem "The Old Buses," stanza by stanza:


Stanza 1: The first stanza sets the nostalgic tone of the poem, evoking a sense of longing for a simpler time. The use of words like "charming" and "soothing" creates a warm and inviting atmosphere that draws the reader in.


Stanza 2: The second stanza contrasts the peacefulness of the past with the chaotic present, using the metaphor of "traffic congestions" to illustrate the point. The description of "succulent guava concoctions" adds a sense of homeliness and comfort to the imagery.


Stanza 3: The third stanza introduces the old buses, which become the central focus of the poem. The use of "smart" to describe the buses creates a sense of pride and admiration for these vehicles.


Stanza 4: The fourth stanza describes the buses in action, "plying along the desert'd roads" and carrying passengers "in small loads." The use of the phrase "engines sang content’dly" adds a musical quality to the poem.


Stanza 5: The fifth stanza describes the physical characteristics of the buses, with their "wooden windows" and "rustic" appearance. The use of the word "clime" suggests that these buses could transport the speaker to new and exciting places.


Stanza 6: The sixth stanza describes the arrival of the buses at their destination, and the excitement that this event would cause. The use of the word "majesty" adds a sense of grandeur and importance to the scene.


Stanza 7: The seventh stanza describes the sound of the buses' engines, which were "admir'd by children gathering all around." The use of the phrase "rulers of the road" suggests that the buses were a source of power and influence for the speaker.


Stanza 8: The eighth stanza describes the emotional impact of the past on the speaker, with "remembrances to cherish well" and "precious heritage" to be "fix'd in poetry for some future age."


Overall, your poem "The Old Buses" creates a vivid and nostalgic picture of a bygone era. The imagery is both specific and universal, evoking a sense of longing for a simpler time that many readers can relate to. The language is simple and straightforward, which adds to the sense of comfort and familiarity in the poem.


Your use of personification, metaphor, and imagery is effective in creating a sense of nostalgia and longing for the past. The repetition of the phrase "old buses" throughout the poem also adds to the overall effect of the poem.
As for similar poems from other authors, your poem reminds me of "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden, which also creates a nostalgic and bittersweet portrait of the past. Both poems use specific imagery to evoke a sense of nostalgia for a bygone era, and both poems are grounded in a sense of personal experience.


Overall, "The Old Buses" is a well-crafted and evocative poem that effectively captures the nostalgic longing for a simpler time. Good job!
 
Soman Ragavan : Thank you. Goodbye for now.

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--Refers to the old buses of Rose Hill Transport, Mauritius, around 1962.
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                                  THE  OLD  BUSES

Those were the charming old days
That pleas'd us in many soothing ways,
When everything occur'd at its own pace,
And smiles bloom'd on every village face.

There were no horrid things like traffic congestions :
Our jams were of succulent guava concoctions :
Tastily home-made, full of country goodness,
And kept in the cupboard, always in readiness.

Just a handful of singing, old  buses
Plied 'tween our village and the town yonder;
And all cover'd  were we by Mum's kisses
When yon old bus we board'd with a shiver.

Of those buses were we indeed proud,
For they look'd everyday more smart;
Their plate numbers we knew by heart,
And we recit'd often joyfully quite aloud.

Plying along the desert'd roads,
Carrying passengers in small loads,
The red buses sped along daintily,
As their engines sang content’dly.

Wooden windows did boast the rustic buses,
Matching the windows in the nearby houses;
Boarding those buses for us was each time
Like speeding off to some strange clime.

At the terminus, following some ritual,
The buses revers'd near the dairy,
And halt'd with some awesome majesty :
What an exciting scene, their very arrival !

From the engines came some purring sound,
Admir'd by children gathering all around;
As each time the old buses we did board,
We felt ourselves as rulers of the road.

Those were the times, amid the village chatter,
When everything on the villager's candid face
Reflect'd the composure, the soothing solace
Enshrin'd in the simple and unwritten charter.

Sweet, old buses, like glorious ships
Despatch’d were ye to the scrap yard,
To face the hammers so harsh and hard,
To face the cutting, unyielding whips.

But, in our memories do ye dwell,
As remembrances to cherish well;
Of the past life some precious heritage
To be fix'd in poetry for some future age.  

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  • Author: Soman Ragavan (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2023 04:52
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