write the CLM summary
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Answer:
Explanation:
he poet dedicates this poem to his mother Caroline Masefield who dies when he was only six years old. Probably CLM is indicative of his mother’s name, Caroline Masefield. We are still in search of a better answer.
In the dark womb where I began
My mother’s life made me a man.
Through all the months of human birth
Her beauty fed my common earth.
Meaning
Womb – Mother’s uterus (the internal sac in which a baby develops)
Where I began – Where my life began
Through all the months of human birth – the ten months during which a baby grows inside its mother’s womb
Her beauty fed – Childbearing mothers lose their charm and health
My common earth – My body
I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir,
But through the death of some of her.
Down in the darkness of the grave
She cannot see the life she gave.
Meaning
Stir – Move
Breathe – Take breath in and out
The death of some of her – As said above, a mother’s beauty and health deteriorate/decline during pregnancy
Down in the darkness of the grave – She is dead and buried in a grave
She cannot see the life she gave – The poet is sad that his mother cannot see him as she is no more
For all her love, she cannot tell
Whether I use it ill or well,
Nor knock at dusty doors to find
Her beauty dusty in the mind.
Meaning
For all her love, she cannot tell –
Whether I use it ill or well – Whether I use my charm for good or bad
Nor knock at dusty doors to find
Her beauty dusty in the mind.
If the grave’s gates could be undone,
She would not know her little son,
I am so grown. If we should meet,
She would pass by me in the street,
Unless my soul’s face let her see
My sense of what she did for me.
Meaning
If the grave’s gates could be undone,
She would not know her little son, I am so grown.
If we should meet, she would pass by me in the street,
Unless my soul’s face let her see my sense of what she did for me.
What have I done to keep in mind
My debt to her and womankind?
What woman’s happier life repays
Her for those months of wretched days?
For all my mouthless body leeched
Ere Birth’s releasing hell was reached?
Meaning
What have I done to keep in mind my debt to her and womankind?
What woman’s happier life repays her for those months of wretched days?
For all my mouthless body leeched ere Birth’s releasing hell was reached?
What have I done, or tried, or said
In thanks to that dear woman dead?
Men triumph over women still,
Men trample women’s rights at will.
And man’s lust roves the world untamed.
O grave, keep shut lest I be shamed.
Meaning
What have I done, or tried, or said in thanks to that dear woman dead?
Men triumph over women still, men trample women’s rights at will.
And man’s lust roves the world untamed.
O grave, keep shut lest I be shamed.
Hi Buddy,
CLM Summary:
@Stanza 1
Stanza 1In the dark womb where I began
Stanza 1In the dark womb where I beganMy mother’s life made me a man.
Stanza 1In the dark womb where I beganMy mother’s life made me a man.Through all the months of human birth
Stanza 1In the dark womb where I beganMy mother’s life made me a man.Through all the months of human birthHer beauty fed my common earth.
@Stanza 2
Stanza 2I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir,
Stanza 2I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir,But through the death of some of her.
Stanza 2I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir,But through the death of some of her.Down in the darkness of the grave
Stanza 2I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir,But through the death of some of her.Down in the darkness of the graveShe cannot see the life she gave.
@Stanza 3
Stanza 3For all her love, she cannot tell
Stanza 3For all her love, she cannot tellWhether I use it ill or well,
Stanza 3For all her love, she cannot tellWhether I use it ill or well,Nor knock at dusty doors to find
Stanza 3For all her love, she cannot tellWhether I use it ill or well,Nor knock at dusty doors to findHer beauty dusty in the mind.
@Stanza 4
Stanza 4If the grave’s gates could be undone,
Stanza 4If the grave’s gates could be undone,She would not know her little son,
Stanza 4If the grave’s gates could be undone,She would not know her little son,I am so grown. If we should meet,
Stanza 4If the grave’s gates could be undone,She would not know her little son,I am so grown. If we should meet,She would pass by me in the street,
Stanza 4If the grave’s gates could be undone,She would not know her little son,I am so grown. If we should meet,She would pass by me in the street,Unless my soul’s face let her see
Stanza 4If the grave’s gates could be undone,She would not know her little son,I am so grown. If we should meet,She would pass by me in the street,Unless my soul’s face let her seeMy sense of what she did for me.
@Stanza 5
What have I done to keep in mind
What have I done to keep in mindMy debt to her and womankind?
What have I done to keep in mindMy debt to her and womankind?What woman’s happier life repays
What have I done to keep in mindMy debt to her and womankind?What woman’s happier life repaysHer for those months of wretched days?
What have I done to keep in mindMy debt to her and womankind?What woman’s happier life repaysHer for those months of wretched days?For all my mouthless body leeched
What have I done to keep in mindMy debt to her and womankind?What woman’s happier life repaysHer for those months of wretched days?For all my mouthless body leechedEre Birth’s releasing hell was reached?
@Stanza 6
Stanza 6What have I done, or tried, or said
Stanza 6What have I done, or tried, or saidIn thanks to that dear woman dead?
Stanza 6What have I done, or tried, or saidIn thanks to that dear woman dead?Men triumph over women still,
Stanza 6What have I done, or tried, or saidIn thanks to that dear woman dead?Men triumph over women still,Men trample women’s rights at will.
Stanza 6What have I done, or tried, or saidIn thanks to that dear woman dead?Men triumph over women still,Men trample women’s rights at will.And man’s lust roves the world untamed.
Stanza 6What have I done, or tried, or saidIn thanks to that dear woman dead?Men triumph over women still,Men trample women’s rights at will.And man’s lust roves the world untamed.O grave, keep shut lest I be shamed.