It clearly has to do with rivers of Canada, but I mean what is he talking about with them? Please just explain it to me. I need 3 interesting facts about this poem. Not the author, the poem. Please help!!!! http://poems.writers-network.com/bliss-carman/rivers-of-canada.html

I think this is a very good poem. Took hold of
me to the end. Maybe some editing out some
superfluous words to start sentences like "But"
and it's I'm not 'im' ---- I know, people may tell
me to get a life but why not get it right. I love
the fact you capped each line to start and have
no end of sentence punctuation. Each sentence
is breathtaking, and it flowed, dropped to the next
line with deep anticipation. Congrats.

Only thing is I did not understand the title, which is
important, but your poem is so good it mitigates
...off the hook...lol.

Dark irony or paradox is good. As the car pulled away / No one was seen behind the wheel.

The summer ended in the wind
That blew its light and warmth away
And let the Darkness in to prey.

Autumnal..he mentions the sad end of the lovely summer and memory is bewitched by the coming changes into thinking that of a summer love..that had spring through to winter...so the sounds cover the whole spectrum of colors,in their change..like love dying..and a quickening in the final cde tells of the eternal circle of death and rebirth-from an extinguished spirit is born another.to make of what it can..in love..

1. Needs a title
2. All caps does nothing but hurt the eyes.
Cap the first letter of each sentence only,
but good job with no end of line clutter.
3. Poem has potential if you edit and
re-work this.
4. What in God's Name does "Chace"
mean? Chase maybe?
5. For God's sake be yourself and not
Mr. Tophat.

Good effort.

Poetry criticism/help?

I'm working on being able to write darker things. I thought I would try depressed sounding and maybe a little angry. What can I do to make this poem better?
...........................
trust is a joke,
I can't believe a word ever spoke,
I won't survive this place,
The world is something I can no longer face,
Full of fake people who take, and take, everything,
Scavengers, that's what they are
Eating away all from the start
Abandoning,laughing,hurting,breaking,
Leaving nothing but a shattered soul
Disembodied , trying desperately to reassemble,
But every piece it manages to mend,
The world destroys them in the end,
This place is too hungry, too ready to steal,
I try to fix the damage but I just can't heal,
At this point I fear it's too late,
There's nothing left of me for people to take,
I've been devoured by hate.