Crossing the Bar Analysis

The meter of "Crossing the Bar" is all over the place; in fact, there are three different kinds of meter. But let's start small, shall we? Check out line 12: "When I embark." Hear that daDUM daDUM?...

If we know one thing for sure about the speaker of "Crossing the Bar," it's that he's about to die. It's not clear if he's really old, or just sick, or some sort of old, kooky clairvoyant, but some...

Literally speaking, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that this poem takes place in a boat, on the water, at night, as the speaker heads out to sea. Come one, we've got sandbars, tolling b...

"Crossing the Bar" has nothing to do with making eyes at the hottie at the other end of a drinking establishment. The bar here is a sandbar—you know those bars of sand at the mouths of harbors an...

Tennyson loved to talk about sailing the ocean. And Tennyson loved his perfect meter. Check out "Ulysses" and "The Lady of Shalott" for more watery, metered masterpieces. "Crossing the Bar," a poem...

"Crossing the Bar" is not going to throw you for a loop. Sure, it may ask you to question the nature of death, life, and everything in between, but it'll only use dime words to do so. There's smoot...

The great twentieth century poet T.S. Eliot once said that Tennyson had "the finest ear of any English poet since Milton." Eliot is actually buried next to Tennyson in Westminster Abbey, so maybe h...

This one's about death, not sex.