I need help analysing Poe's poem "To My Mother" ASAP

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I've got an exposition analysis on poe's poem "To My Mother" due in 2 days (24/9/02) and i can't do it. Please help.

-- Anonymous, September 22, 2002



-- Anonymous, September 22, 2002


by Edgar Allan Poe (1849)

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother," Therefore by that dear name I long have called you- You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you In setting my Virginia's spirit free. My mother- my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.

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-- Anonymous, September 22, 2002

These two day deadlines are just as bad for us! To prove you CAN get help if only you give us a little more leeway.

One of his last poems.Starts off sentimentally enough though the angels in heaven is a common image in Poe from his earliest days, the presiding singers of the highest art. Burning" is the fire that typifies the greatest poetic passion. The sonnet'sconceit is that she is dearer than his own mother he scarcely knew for being the mother of his beloved Virginia. That also is sentimental yet is includes that common theme of the man obsessed by his love who is more than his own soul and life. Any number of poems cast the poet out to that ideal love which is the REAL centerof devotion here- his wife NOT his mother-in-law. So it is not really an exemplary poem on motherhood but another point of the compass always centering on the poet's ideal love. Other Poesque touches "where Death(or God) installed you".

Underneath this orderly Shakespearian sonnet of copurse is real shared devotion and grieft that forged a relationship in the survivors always in terms of Virginia.

-- Anonymous, September 24, 2002

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