Crossed and Poetry

Crossed is the second book in Ally Condie’s trilogy ‘Matched’. It’s…well, it’s a little on the slow side, but it featured some great poetry!

I recently wrote a post like this for Delirium and it seemed to go down quite well, so…it’s back! This is the post where I list every poem mentioned in Crossed, and show you my favourite excerpt. Enjoy!

Crossing the Bar – Alfred Lord Tennyson This poem is pretty central to the book’s plot, and admittedly, I hadn’t heard of it. It’s an interesting one though – check it out!

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
      The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
      When I have crost the bar.
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night – Dylan Thomas Is anyone else spotting a very morbid theme here? Anyway, I really love this poem.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
They Dropped Like Flakes – Emily Dickinson It’s not my imagination. Did Ally Condie literally google ‘poems about death’? In all fairness though, this one’s beautiful.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
I Did Not Reach Thee – Emily Dickinson More of this wonderful lady! I’m a fan.
I did not reach Thee
But my feet slip nearer every day
So that’s it! I hope you enjoyed the poems – let me know your favourite!
If you’ve read Crossed, I’d love to hear your thoughts too.
Thanks for reading, and have a lovely day.
~Dani
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