Ella Nunez


Last Dawn
Octavio Paz

Your hair is lost in the forest,
your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this room.
How much we are who are so little!
Outside a taxi passes
with its load of ghosts.
The river that runs by
is always
running back.
Will tomorrow be another day? 

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About the author: 

Born on March 31st, 1914, in Mexico City, Octavio Paz was a Mexican poet and diplomat. Born into a family of writers, he began writing early on, however he served as an ambassador in India from 1962 to 1968, he resigned in protest to the way the government handled student protests towards the Olympic games. 

Picture connection 

The light hovering over the city represents the souls of the sleeping people. There is a river, and it is going in the same direction as the light in the sky, and although it way go in one direction, the souls that are the light always return to the bodies of the sleeping people below, whom do not know if there will be another day. 

Poem Analysis For "Last Dawn":

The speaker and the person the speaker is talking to are close together and when you are asleep your soul is as big as the universe, however your dreams can only fit in one room. outside the world continues on but no one knows if there will be another day.
The speaker is questioning whether or not there will be another day, and everyone around them is doing their own personal activities. The speaker uses imagery, describing a "river that runs by" that is "always running back". The speaker also describes a "dream that fits into  room". The speaker also uses a metaphor, saying that it is so long that it "runs into the forest". The use of imagery and metaphors allow the reader to understand what the speaker is trying to convey, which is the speaker's thoughts. The poem has no rhyme scheme and no particular pattern. The tone and attitude of the poem is relaxed yet also questioning because the author is describing everything in a calm way, but at the very last line he asks a question of whether or not there will be another day. This gives the poem a sense of mystery, however it is not scary, it is presented as merely a thought. The theme is we never know if there will be another tomorrow. 



Comments

  1. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2019 at 6:47 PM

    After reading this poem an immediate theme statement stood out: allow your dreams to be bigger than can be imagined. The tone of hope prospers with the figurative language used by the poet. The imagery depicted allows the reader to imagine all of the dead dreams carried away in empty taxi's. Only furthering the idea of how your dreams must be filled with as much as possible, must be limitless, must be bigger than what this world has to offer. The poet also portrays this idea of while your dreams should be limitless they should not take you far enough from home in which case you don't return.

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