Ompare and Contrast two poems from your own interpretation

you will select a pair of poems that address a common theme. you will analyze the similarities between the two poems but pay attention to the properties that distinguish them separately. avoid summary of the poems but focus on your interpretation of the poems.
I have chosen two poems and will include them

(The first poem)

The Starry Night
That does not keep me from having a terrible need ofa shall I say the worda religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars.Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother

The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.

It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:

into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.

(The second poem)

The Starry Night”

Robert Fagles

Long as I paint

I feel myself

less mad

the brush in my hand

a lightning rod to madness

But never ground that madness

execute it ride the lightning up

from these benighted streets and steeple up

with the cypress look its black is burning green

I am that I am it cries

it lifts me up the nightfall up

the cloudrack coiling like a dragons flanks

a third of the stars in heaven wheeling in its wake

wheels in wheels around the moon that cradles round the sun

and if I can only trail these whirling eternal stars

with one sweep of the brush like Michaels sword if I can

cut the life out of the beast safeguard the mother and the son

all heaven will hymn in conflagration blazing down

the night the mountain ranges down

the claustrophobic valleys of the mad


is what I have instead of heaven

God deliver me help me now deliver

all this frenzy back into your hands

our brushstrokes burning clearer into dawn.