Hunger moon by, Jane Cooper Krystal colon Hunger Moon The last full moon of February stalks the fields; barbed wire casts a shadow. Rising slowly, a beam moved toward the west stealthily changing position until now, in the small hours, across the snow it advances on my pillow to wake me, not rudely like the sun But with the cocked gun of silence. I am alone in a vast room where a vain woman once slept. The moon, in pale buckskins, crouches on guard beside her bed. Slowly the light wanes, the snow will melt and all the fence thrum in the spring breeze but not until that sleeper, trapped in my body, turns and turns. Life in a love Escape me? Never- Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. My life is a fault at last, I fear: It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed. But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry ones eyes and laugh at a fall, And, baffled, get up and begin again,- So the chase takes up ones life, thats all. While, look but once form your farthest bound At me so deep in the dust and dark, No sooner the old hope goes to the ground Thana new one, straight to the self-same mark, I shape me- Ever Removed! jane cooper Born on Oct 9, She held the post of New York State Poet from 1995 to She was a teacher and a poet in residence. Organization/ structure/ form The last full moon of February stalks the fields; barbed wire casts a shadow. Rising slowly, a beam moved toward the west stealthily changing position until now, in the small hours, across the snow it advances on my pillow to wake me, not rudely like the sun But with the cocked gun of silence. I am alone in a vast room where a vain woman once slept. The moon, in pale buckskins, crouches on guard beside her bed. Slowly the light wanes, the snow will melt and all the fence thrum in the spring breeze but not until that sleeper, trapped in my body, turns and turns. The poem has four stanzas There are 16 lines It is free verse Ballad Speaker The speaker is a woman who has the feeling of being alone. imagery The last full moonbeam Across the snow,it advances on my pillow imagery I am alone in a vast room Slowly the light wanes, the snow will melt Poetic and literary terms Simile- not rudely like the sun Repetition- trapped in my body, turns and turns. Rhyme- snow pillow Personification- The moon, in pale buckskins, crouches on guard beside her bed. Literal and figurative meaning Literal meaning- People feel lonely sometimes. Figurative meaning- Many people might feel distant from people without others realizing it. Authors purpose The authors purpose is to show that others might feel trapped. She shows this by making the woman in her poem in a cold environment and asleep. The woman wanting to wake up to see brightness and the warm land. theme The theme of this poem is: Wake up your inner self and know that you are never alone. Websites:: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Cooperhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Cooper https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Browning https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Browning snow.htmlsnow.html pgpg Websites (continued) wallpaperscraft.com https://minnesotaonline.wordpress.com/2013/03/20/happy-spring-from-minnesota-online/https://minnesotaonline.wordpress.com/2013/03/20/happy-spring-from-minnesota-online/ ht-sky1.jpght-sky1.jpg