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 * The Theme of These Poem is //Depth//**

"35/10"
BY SHARON OLDS Brushing out our daughter’s brown silken hair before the mirror see the grey gleaming on my head, the silver-haired servant behind her. Why is it just as we begin to go [|they begin to arrive], the fold in my neck clarifying as the fine bones of her hips sharpen? As my skin shows its dry pitting, she opens like a moist precise flower on the tip of a cactus; as my last chances to bear a child are falling through my body, the duds among them, her full purse of eggs , round and firm as hard-boiled yolks, is about to snap its clasp. I brush her tangled fragrant hair at bedtime. It’s an old story—the oldest we have on our planet— the story of replacement.

**"The House on the Hill"** They are all gone away, The house is shut and still, There is nothing more to say.

Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill : They are all gone away.

Nor is there one today To speak them good or ill : There is nothing more to say.

Why is it then we stray Around the sunken sill? They are all gone away.

And our poor fancy-play For them is wasted skill: There is nothing more to say.

There is ruin and decay In the House on the Hill They are all gone away, There is nothing more to say.

By: Edwin Arlington Robinson

**"Ghost of a Chance"**

You see a man trying to think.

You want to say to everything: Keep off! Give him room! But you only watch, terrified the old consolations will get him at last like a fish half-dead from flopping and almost crawling across the shingle almost breathing the raw, agonizing air till a wave pulls it back blind into the triumphant sea. By: Adrienne Fich


 * "On the Death of a Child"**

It wasn't a harsh rain- just steady

Pinched out along the street One after the other-

To collect before daybreak The bike with the bend fender

He rolled through the breezeway, The chain catching on itself

Near the kitchen table, The box of clothes from a spring

Hike in some local mountains, Perhaps a few other things-

Toys outgrown, scratch paper, Letters posted from camp-

He wanted nothing left To contain the empty house,

To clutter the child's-room From which at this late hour

The child begins to shine

By: Daniel Halpern


 * "We Wear the Mask"**

WE wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask. We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask! By: Paul Laurence Dunbar

**__The Wrap up__**

The similarities of these poems is that they all have something to do with depth. Some talk about about the depth in a form of love and a form of depression. The differences is that the meanings of the poems and what they meant. The theme is very visible in all these poems because they all go into specific memories which seem to be very disturbing of very loving. They also had similar plots just told in different ways. The poem that I thought had the most evidence with depth was, " The House on the Hill," because it could be taken in many ways. I feel that I connected with it because If i ever lost my family I would be shocked just as the person in the poem was.