The poem Colour is about a woman who once could see but is now blind and her memories of all the colours. "If I am tires I call on these to help me to dream - and down-lit skies, lemon and pink, or faintest, coolest lilac, float on my soothed eyes."

The woman holds onto these memories dearly, not wanting to let go of the colours as they are and always will be a part of her. "That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colour that will not pass away"

The emotion is both determination to hold onto the colours and thankfullness for being able to still remember the colours. "Thanks be to God, who gave this gift of colour, which those who seek shall find; thanks be to God, who gives me the strength to hold it, though I were stricken blind."

The poem has been broken up into mostly enjambed stanzas and every two lines there is a rhyme, both of which together exagerrate the emotion by providing an appropriate flow. Word choice such as 'stricken' and "O colour of the world" assist in the flow and emotion of the poem. Stanzas 2-7 are all very major contributers to the overall imagery of the poem, the descriptions of all the colours creating a beautiful and detailed illustration of a rainbow.

The poem is strong and flowing, about a blind woman remembering the colours she could once see, and holding onto them. The poem is a sucess, the descriptions of the colours are very artistic, detailed and well-written.

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This poem is all about love; trying to explain what it is, how we think of it and all the different kinds, "You can rub it all over your body, and you can cook with it too.". The purpose of writing this poem was to express and explain all of these, especially what love really is, in comparison to the stereotype.

The emotion of the poem is love, and the poem is happy, but towards the end it becomes more painful and upsetting, as the persona says, "A finger grip on a cliffside, you can hold on or let go."

The poem contains alot of descriptive language and word choice so as to reinforce the emotion. There is repetition of the words "love" and "O again" and personal pronouns such as "I" and "us" are used.

The poem is free verse, and there is no rhyming. It also contains enjambment and flows nicely. The poem is made up of two stanzas.

All of these as a whole make the poem a touching poem about love, with an appropriate flow and length, and create the images and understandings that are in your head as you read the poem.

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