I was supposed to paraphrase "when lilacs last in the door yard bloom'd" but im having a really hard time

WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,


And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,


I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.





O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring;


Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west,


And thought of him I love.





O powerful, western, fallen star!


O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!


O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star!


O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me! 10


O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul!

I was supposed to paraphrase %26quot;when lilacs last in the door yard bloom%26#039;d%26quot; but im having a really hard time
Well, apparently the last time she saw her love was in the spring, when the lilacs bloomed. Now everytime spring rolls around, she is reminded of him. All the light (joy in life) is surrounded with hurt, darkness, depression. She is obviously bound to something (an obligation, etc.) that keeps her from her love and keeps her imprisoned.





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Reply:Who wrote the poem? When, and why (what prompted him) to write it? If, in this day and age, we lost a beloved president, how would people feel? What if you felt particularly close to him (admired him)?
Reply:If by paraphrase you mean to change the first line, i like Walt and would consider it blasphemy to help you.


But the poem is about Abraham Lincoln and as he (Whitman) was a fierce nationalist, anti-establishment, and, a liberal who identified with Lincoln and not just with Lincoln%26#039;s beliefs. He is saying (through the symbolism of the lilac (pure, fragile, yet powerful enough to impress us in the short time it has during the spring)) that as the death of the lilac is the death of spring and its%26#039; beauty, the death of good old Abe is the death of the goodness of America. And he laments, yet as spring again will return, Abe will not. And so the tears he sheds for Abe return on every spring. he feels the death of Abe may also be the death of the goodness of America (Walt being the patriot that he is) and all the good that is done he fears to be undone. More than that If the good and true giant falls to evil, what hope is there for the rest of us mere mortals? If a star is extinguished so wantonly, what of us candles whose light is dimmed in any event? It is not only a life that was extinguished but also hope with it.
Reply:the sun went down in the spring time and, oh, i%26#039;m so in love with this man.





the sun went down and, oh, the situation i am in leaves me powerless to have this man, but i still love him. i will cry all night.



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