Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction of ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost, I recall a poem a while back, maybe 6th grade or so by you, I think i enjoyed it but I dont quite recall its content. I am however pretty sure it wasn't so sinister. The end of the world is an aggressive subject, and you speak of desire, destruction, and hate. You seem bent on the destruction of the world, what if it never ends? or ends in something else, like a mud slide or something. But youre word choice, also known as diction is impressive, powerful I mean. And also in such a short poem im suprised with the ryhme scheme, abaabcbcb..kinda random. But its a powerful poem and also has a twist of mood at the end. Props.
Most intersting to me are the ryhme scheme and the irony in the poem. I see now you dont need a scheduled scheme but just have a ryhme, or even no ryhme. Poems are just written expressions from the heart and mind, there's no need for a limmerick or haikui or whatever style of ryhming. And I really like the twist from fire must be right, to ice would suffice. He presents an almost arguement but then says either would be great ways for the World to END
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Soldier (1915)
If I should die, think only this of me;
That there's some corner of a foriegn field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich Earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Give somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, leanrt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace under an English Heaven.
Powerful poem Rupert, its curious the poem and its message as related to its publishing time as well as your untimely death. The dates correlate, also falling around War World I i believe. The way you used England shoes patriotism, but also a lack of love for any woman back at home in England as your poem alludes to in the opening line. National pride is nothing to be taken lightly but to love England so much seems a little foolish, maybe you died as a soldier or had alot of friends who did as you were fairly young when you died. Young soldiers always think they must die to serve their country, when it's the live ones that really aid in the war. But what i like in the poem is your allusions to Nature, from which the soldier was born and made, and then what he adds life to as "richer dust".
Alluding to nature is very prevalent in poems, and i feel like i could do some good work alluding to nature. I hope to write a poem regarding love and tie it into nature, maybe the seasons.. Then again love is lame. I will write it about soccer and talk about the balls movements and compare them to a river. Or not, but alluding to nature seems like an interesting tactic that i will use in the future.
If I should die, think only this of me;
That there's some corner of a foriegn field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich Earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Give somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, leanrt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace under an English Heaven.
Powerful poem Rupert, its curious the poem and its message as related to its publishing time as well as your untimely death. The dates correlate, also falling around War World I i believe. The way you used England shoes patriotism, but also a lack of love for any woman back at home in England as your poem alludes to in the opening line. National pride is nothing to be taken lightly but to love England so much seems a little foolish, maybe you died as a soldier or had alot of friends who did as you were fairly young when you died. Young soldiers always think they must die to serve their country, when it's the live ones that really aid in the war. But what i like in the poem is your allusions to Nature, from which the soldier was born and made, and then what he adds life to as "richer dust".
Alluding to nature is very prevalent in poems, and i feel like i could do some good work alluding to nature. I hope to write a poem regarding love and tie it into nature, maybe the seasons.. Then again love is lame. I will write it about soccer and talk about the balls movements and compare them to a river. Or not, but alluding to nature seems like an interesting tactic that i will use in the future.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
BLOG BLOG
Maya Angelou
Africa (1975)
Thus she had lain
sugar can sweet
deserts her hair
golden her feet
mountains her breasts
two Niles her tears
Thus she has lain
Black through the years.
Over the white seas
rime white and cold
brigands and ungentled
icicle bold
took her young daughters
sold her strong sons
churched her with Jesus
bled her with guns.
Thus she has lain.
Now she is rising
remember her pain
remember the losses
her screams loud and vain
remember her riches
her history slain
now she is striding
although she had lain.
This poem, to me is very emotionally powerful. The beginning is describing africa, not as a dark continent with unknown forests or giant beasts, but instead as a woman, who is mistreated very badly. Looking at the poet and the time th poem was published I gather she is talking about recalling the slave trade and such to pursuade people about the african americans press for equal rights. The progressive movement i believe. I really like how she introduces the poem as a black woman crying and such, who as the poem continues reveals how she was exploited and beaten. And it ends with how she is rising, because blacks were then with alot more rights. But the last sentence, although she had lain through me off, was it africa's fault for the abuse? Because it's she she had lay there and took the abuse without fighting or standing up for them selves. Maybe because of the different tribes were not united Maya chose to point out she had not fought the good fight.
My favorite aspect of the poem would be the description of africa as a woman to set the tone of the story and I really liked how she incorporated the Nile and stuff related to africa. Ofcourse she was either from africa or knew alot of it but Its still impressive her methods of tying it all in. I could use her idea in many poems, i could write about New Zealand and how she was a young beautiful country, a young beautiful woman, who loses her innocence (becomes deflowered) beacause since New Zealands discovery its environment has become riddled with invasive species. If i can remember to that will be my next poem.
Africa (1975)
Thus she had lain
sugar can sweet
deserts her hair
golden her feet
mountains her breasts
two Niles her tears
Thus she has lain
Black through the years.
Over the white seas
rime white and cold
brigands and ungentled
icicle bold
took her young daughters
sold her strong sons
churched her with Jesus
bled her with guns.
Thus she has lain.
Now she is rising
remember her pain
remember the losses
her screams loud and vain
remember her riches
her history slain
now she is striding
although she had lain.
This poem, to me is very emotionally powerful. The beginning is describing africa, not as a dark continent with unknown forests or giant beasts, but instead as a woman, who is mistreated very badly. Looking at the poet and the time th poem was published I gather she is talking about recalling the slave trade and such to pursuade people about the african americans press for equal rights. The progressive movement i believe. I really like how she introduces the poem as a black woman crying and such, who as the poem continues reveals how she was exploited and beaten. And it ends with how she is rising, because blacks were then with alot more rights. But the last sentence, although she had lain through me off, was it africa's fault for the abuse? Because it's she she had lay there and took the abuse without fighting or standing up for them selves. Maybe because of the different tribes were not united Maya chose to point out she had not fought the good fight.
My favorite aspect of the poem would be the description of africa as a woman to set the tone of the story and I really liked how she incorporated the Nile and stuff related to africa. Ofcourse she was either from africa or knew alot of it but Its still impressive her methods of tying it all in. I could use her idea in many poems, i could write about New Zealand and how she was a young beautiful country, a young beautiful woman, who loses her innocence (becomes deflowered) beacause since New Zealands discovery its environment has become riddled with invasive species. If i can remember to that will be my next poem.
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