Hi I was wondering if anyone could possibly offer me any ideas on these two poems - if you have any analysis that would be great! Do you think they relate to journeys :

THE ROAD GOES EVER ON

Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can.
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet,
And whither then? I cannot say.
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate.
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.


THE CITY WHICH IS INSIDE YOU

You live in your own inner city, which you bought in a silent auction.
You were again unable to cancel your debts.
Under your blackening eyelids you try to feel certain things.
Without noticing your withdrawal from self, you leave for distant parts
by using your ropes of thought like a ski-lift.
Your shudders increase as you touch the numberless elements.
In your screams at the moment when you feel the jolts from the echoes
of your words crossing the threshold of your thought,you send birds fleeing before you. As you breathe, your
roses wither.
In your moments of madness, crystals fall from your roof.
As your field of thought shrinks, your city expands. You exhaust yourself
from running down the streets and avenues.
As the lamps of your voltage machines alight upon your nights,
your humans robotize themselves.
The toads in your dirty waters frighten even the crocodiles.
Your inner journey makes you grow older.
Your internal cries amplify themselves.
You manifest difficulties with forty paws.
The auxiliary cells of your laboratories do not give you the opportunity to live any pleasurable moments.
While the fear indicator inside you slackens you through
and through, you have not
even the possibility of speaking. With each movement of the clock,the seasons rip themselves out of your heart.
Your solitude traverses your spirit without cease.

Thankyou very much xoxo

Do these poems relate to journeys?

The first talks about intended travel, not necessarily a journey, but a plan to travel.

The second speaks about the decay of the soul, equating it to a city. No journey there, unless the thought process and realization of that process is considered a journey.

Les

I suppose intended journey is acceptable but soul decay doesnt sound very revelant, i have a real problem in interpreting poems! Do u have any ideas of a good poem that relates to the concept of journeys?

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I always thought the Tolkien was a journey through life, youg eager and outgoing at first, more quiet in old age, letting others take on the quest. But recognising that there will be one last long journey to an unknown destination.

Here's another one:

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Follow the links to poems by Lenore Horowitz, and others. Easier to understand than some of the classics and no problem relating them to journeys.

Les

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I welcome responses from readers!
LEnore