We are Seven Analysis

--------A Simple Child,

That lightly draws its breath,

And feels its life in every limb,

What should it know of death?



I met a little cottage Girl:

She was eight years old, she said;

Her hair was thick with many a curl

That clustered round her head.



She had a rustic, woodland air,

And she was wildly clad:

Her eyes were fair, and very fair;

--Her beauty made me glad.



"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,

How many may you be?"

"How many? Seven in all," she said

And wondering looked at me.



"And where are they? I pray you tell."

She answered, "Seven are we;

And two of us at Conway dwell,

And two are gone to sea.



"Two of us in the church-yard lie,

My sister and my brother;

And, in the church-yard cottage, I

Dwell near them with my mother."



"You say that two at Conway dwell,

And two are gone to sea,

Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell,

Sweet Maid, how this may be."



Then did the little Maid reply,

"Seven boys and girls are we;

Two of us in the church-yard lie,

Beneath the church-yard tree."



"You run about, my little Maid,

Your limbs they are alive;

If two are in the church-yard laid,

Then ye are only five."



"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"

The little Maid replied,

"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,

And they are side by side.



"My stockings there I often knit,

My kerchief there I hem;

And there upon the ground I sit,

And sing a song to them.



"And often after sunset, Sir,

When it is light and fair,

I take my little porringer,

And eat my supper there.



"The first that died was sister Jane;

In bed she moaning lay,

Till God released her of her pain;

And then she went away.



"So in the church-yard she was laid;

And, when the grass was dry,

Together round her grave we played,

My brother John and I.



"And when the ground was white with snow,

And I could run and slide,

My brother John was forced to go,

And he lies by her side."



"How many are you, then," said I,

"If they two are in heaven?"

Quick was the little Maid's reply,

"O Master! we are seven."



"But they are dead; those two are dead!

Their spirits are in heaven!"

'Twas throwing words away; for still

The little Maid would have her will,

And said, "Nay, we are seven!"

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I like this poem very much. It shows us that everybody see things from their own point of view, specially children. the fact that she was thinking differently does not mean she was wrong. the little girl show us that all kids see life in a pure way, they understand what death means, but they do not fear it the way grownups do.

| Posted on 2009-07-08 | by a guest

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"Nay, we are seven!"
the heay stresses of the last line shows how the young girl is loyal to her viewpoint without being intimidated and complying to te adults knowledge. The poem shows the power of childhood to destruct nad liberate.
Its not that she is not aware of the meaning of death "Till God released her of her pain" she uses mature terminology for death.

| Posted on 2009-06-09 | by a guest

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This poem epitomises the romanticism attitude of the late 18th century. It was written after he had encountered a young girl on his travels. The narrator is shown to have a rational viewpoint as time and time again he attempts to make her realise that her siblings are dead. However he is met with frustration as the little girl openly rejects rationality and belives in immortality.

| Posted on 2009-04-29 | by a guest

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I see, this poem is based on Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. At the end of the film when speaking of Spock who died only hours before, Carol Marcus says "He's not really gone, as long as we remember him."

| Posted on 2009-03-22 | by a guest

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Having said that....I think it is insightful and moving that you can connect the wonderous world of Sesame Street to a nineteenth-century British Poet. I think Wordsworth would want to ride Snuffleupagus. He would shout to the heavens, "Gads! What glorious freedom. From your furry snout to your googly eyes, I am inspired to rethink my concept of the universe. Instead of going to Tintern Abbey for solace and comfort, I will return to the streets of Sesame and relish the experience of the letter and number of the day." By the way, today's letter and number happen to be the same....how can this be?

| Posted on 2008-12-12 | by ApolloMcKnight

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Oh wow sir, you have that certain episode recorded by a video cassette recording device? That is most excellent! I would love to purchase said type from you for a generous amount of 80 dollars!
Also, this poem makes me excited in many ways, I love the sensualism of it all and it makes me happy!

| Posted on 2008-12-12 | by a guest

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You guys need to get some work done. This type of analysis can be useful for your overall project, but messing around in a computer lab does not benefit anyone.

| Posted on 2008-12-12 | by ApolloMcKnight

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I thought the last three posts were very insiteful. If i had children like that I would give them lots of
of cookiies and cake. I love you guys want to be my bff. Anys that first quote mad eme think. and later today i will live like i have never lived before. Peace and ill be finding where you live.
Micheal Jackson

| Posted on 2008-12-12 | by a guest

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You guys need to get some work done. This type of analysis can be useful for your overall project, but messing around in a computer lab does not benefit anyone.

| Posted on 2008-12-12 | by ApolloMcKnight

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yeh bra i remebur tat epasode, i got it on tape.
jermoe tyrel davis peace
OBAMA!

| Posted on 2008-12-12 | by a guest

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It liek i alwasy say "sometimes you find things." It reminds me of of a tme on sesme strt where count chocula and carot monster went out and bought a pickle an chese and they founded a bunny why was thwe bunny mad. but in tghe end i thin kwe all lrnd wat we shoul du when we eatr choclate chakes and bark. and teh rooster and stew l;ived forever and ever
Obama

| Posted on 2008-12-12 | by a guest

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hell yeah gurrl, yals no wut i mean, C the way i C it is that al peple gona dy and are life gona be shrt.

| Posted on 2008-12-12 | by a guest

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Dang son son, that jerome dude's post wuzdeep...muh vue on dis poem is differnt nah knah what i mean? that post wuz dank...mad me reeliz dat lil gurl was up dere figurin dat her bro's and sis's be still livin in a way knah what i mean? dat junks be deep as hell. fo sho.
Shayquana Boleefta Davidson

| Posted on 2008-12-12 | by a guest

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it was gud, i lked it, it mad me thank of muh lif, and whi im hurr. i thout it was vry put well togethur, it mad me :D peace
jerome tyrel davis

| Posted on 2008-12-12 | by a guest

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Does how we perceive death matter? Death is only temporary, our physical body dies but our memories live on inside our loved ones. This talks about the transcience of life and death, with a tinge of innocence in the fact that children view things differently without the corrupting effects of knowledge. In this case, the memory acts as a metaphor for the other 6 living companions.

| Posted on 2008-09-07 | by a guest