Poems exploring the theme of giving up offer a captivating subject for analysis. These verses delve into the intricacies of human emotions, revealing the delicate balance between hope and resignation.
By examining the nuances of surrender, these poems illuminate the fragility of the human spirit and its responses to adversity. They artfully encapsulate the depths of despair, the weight of unfulfilled dreams, and the complexities of accepting defeat.
Studying poems about giving up provides a valuable opportunity to analyze the rhetorical strategies, literary devices, and thematic elements employed by poets to convey the multifaceted human experience.
‘Kamikaze’ by Garland delves into a pilot’s conflict between duty and life, exploring the harsh societal aftermath of his choice.
Her father embarked at sunrise
with a flask of water, a samurai sword
in the cockpit, a shaven head
full of powerful incantations
‘Autumn Song’ by Paul Verlaine is a poignant poem that impresses upon the reader a potent sense of seasonal depression.
When a sighing begins
In the violins
Of the autumn-song,
My heart is drowned
In the slow sound
Languorous and long
‘Dereliction’ by Chinua Achebe is an ambiguous poem in which three speakers elaborate on the action of, a probable consequence of, and probable pardon for, failing to fulfil one’s duties.
I quit the carved stool
in my father’s hut to the swelling
chant of saber-tooth termites
raising in the pith of its wood
‘Let It Be Forgotten’ by Sara Teasdale echoes ephemeral love, comparing it to forgotten flowers, fires, and hushed footfalls in long-lost snow.
Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
‘Mean Time’ delves into love’s loss, comparing it to the dark, extended nights after “Daylight Saving Time,” capturing deep sorrow.
The clocks slid back an hour
and stole light from my life
‘On A Journey’ by Hermann Hesse is a poem that seeks to provide both comfort and solace to those who find themselves demoralized by life’s journeys.
Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,
When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand.
‘Up in the Wind’ captures a public house history with the nature surrounding it, and how it impacts others.
I could wring the old thing's neck that put it there!
A public-house! it may be public for birds,
Squirrels and suchlike, ghosts of charcoal-burners
‘Mr Bleaney’ by Philip Larkin, written in 1955, relays the journey of a speaker as they settle into their new home and new life.
That how we live measures our own nature,
And at his age having no more to show
Than one hired box should make him pretty sure
He warranted no better, I don't know.
‘A Party Of Lovers’ observes and critiques a group of people too self-absorbed to open themselves up to passion and human interaction.
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,
Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs,
Or else forget the purpose of the night,
Forget their tea -- forget their appetite.
‘Effacé’ by Paul Maddern is a unique poem in which the speaker uses references to ballet, specifically Swan Lake, to discuss a love he gave up on.
Yours was the face I almost lived a lie for,
that might have brought about the 2.4,
not this sterile A4 annual report
‘I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl’ by Emily Dickinson is a deeply melancholic poem that elucidates the ways in which people try to go on living when they’ve lost all love of life.
I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl—
Life's little duties do—precisely—
As the very least
Were infinite—to me—
‘Matins (Forgive Me If I Say I Love You)’ is a well thought out piece about someone who is eager to love but has not been given anything to work with.
Forgive me if I say I love you: the powerful
are always lied to since the weak are always
driven by panic. I cannot love
what I can’t conceive, and you disclose
‘The Queen of Hearts’ by Christina Rossetti is a unique poem that explores luck through a metaphorical card game in which one woman keeps getting the same card: the Queen of Hearts.
How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we
Play cards together, you invariably,
However the pack parts,
Still hold the Queen of Hearts?
‘Outward Bound’ by Helen Hunt Jackson is a rousing sonnet that dispels one’s fears of traveling into the unknown with a reminder that we make the same bold excursions every day of our lives without ever acknowledging it.
The hour has come. Strong hands the anchor raise;
Friends stand and weep along the fading shore,
In sudden fear lest we return no more,
In sudden fancy thaThe safer stays
Spender’s ‘XVIII’ is a lyric showing how worry stops one from cherishing the good parts of life.
Who live under the shadow of a war,
What can I do that matters?
My pen stops, and my laughter, dancing, stop
Or ride to a gap.