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[ edit poem ]Nurses Song (Experience)
by William Blake
When the voices of children. are heard on the green
And whisprings are in the dale:
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Then come home my children. the sun is gone down
And the dews of night arise
Your spring & your day. are wasted in play
And your winter and night in disguise.
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Rate this poem (anon, anonymous, details) ..Santoshchandra : Nice.
layla. : i totally agree wid pozo's interpretation, but we shud also take the words:"spring-day-wasted""winter-night-disguise", into our consideration... spring is the symbol of birth or a start so is day wich is wasted away! winter is the symbol of death,decay or end so is night wich is concealed with a cynical disguise... it's very ironic that how we don't consider the interrealtionship between life n death, pain n pleasure or black n white for that matter-of wich the Romantics always talked about! like pozo has said it's "just an interpretation" ~~infinitus
pozo : My interpretation might be wrong, but I think here he's trying to show the difference between her lower class childhood and the rich childhood of the children. It's as though she remembers her youth- and her face grows 'green' (did 'green' stand for envy back then?) and 'pale' (with upset?) She is the one who works for these children and calls them home. I liked the way he rhymed this piece, he is a master of rhyme I think the last line showed that they didn't experience the darkness of night/winter and also of life. It's almost as though their lives are 'sugarcoated' and hers wasn't. Just an interpretation. All the best to the OP staff and other readers of the poem Pozo
Ahkam : i use to enjoy this one when I was a kid n still this is my favorite song.very melodious