This blog was actually created in 2008, when I was a Sophomore in Highschool.
Back then, this blog was used to analyze and share poetry and short stories.
4 years have passed, and now this blog is back for CAU English Education.
I'm really looking forward to what I can make out of this blog.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Poem Number 4
The Moment
Margaret Atwood
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
Title: The Moment
Sounds remeniscent. It sounds like remembering back to a very important event. Maybe like the last breathe of a dying parent.
Paraphrase:
Someone had a resting moment after his long life. He/She looks back at it and thinks to oneself that the whole world is one's. That moment is the same as the whole earth breaking down and the whole atmosphere drawing away from you. The earth, the environment, the nature was never yours. You were the nature's property. It has always been.
Connotation: in italics
Attitude: When the narrator is describing someone, it almost sounds selfish. When the nature is talking, it almost sounds like a teacher. "You are wrong. You were always wrong. I am right."
S: bolded
Title: One significant and important moment that taught you that the world does not revolve around you...?
Theme: I guess I said it in the title..
Margaret Atwood
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
Title: The Moment
Sounds remeniscent. It sounds like remembering back to a very important event. Maybe like the last breathe of a dying parent.
Paraphrase:
Someone had a resting moment after his long life. He/She looks back at it and thinks to oneself that the whole world is one's. That moment is the same as the whole earth breaking down and the whole atmosphere drawing away from you. The earth, the environment, the nature was never yours. You were the nature's property. It has always been.
Connotation: in italics
Attitude: When the narrator is describing someone, it almost sounds selfish. When the nature is talking, it almost sounds like a teacher. "You are wrong. You were always wrong. I am right."
S: bolded
Title: One significant and important moment that taught you that the world does not revolve around you...?
Theme: I guess I said it in the title..
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Poem Number 4
Heart We Will forget him
- Emily Dickinson
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!
It's just a random poem I found.
- Emily Dickinson
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!
It's just a random poem I found.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Poem Number 3
W.B. Yeats "The Second Coming"
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
This poem is actually talking about the second coming of Jesus.
We get the feeling that it is Jesus at the last line. "Bethlehem".
The tone is not positive at all, and it even gives a horrific mood.
a is a spinx, which is a symbol of
riddles or mysteries.
Jesus is almost described as a fraud. The last few lines are saying something like this.
rocking a cradle to put you to sleep when a rough beast is coming back to get you.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Poem Number 2
Barbie Doll
Marge Piercy
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose and thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore outlike a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
Title : Barbie Doll
The Title seems like it is telling us that the audience for this poem is females.
It also sounds like the poem is going to be a poem about looking back to the time
being a child, or about being a child.
The first thing I thought of when I heard the title was pink.
It seems happy and young.
Paraphrase:
A girl was born and during her life as a child, she experienced things
most other girls experienced. she was presented with fake material.
Then when she became an actual girl, everyone started talking about her looks.
She wasn't ugly. She was a healthy, nice, and intelligent girl.
But she had to apologize
to everyone because she was "ugly".
Everyone gave her advices but they all made no sense. But she took those nonsenses
and she wasn't herself anymore. And because she didn't like herself anymore,
she gave up on herself.
She becamse a completely different person. Everyone liked her. Her life was "fulfilled" at last.
Connotation
Attitude: I seriously don't get the attitude. Will be updated after a talk with Mrs. Emery.
Shifts
Title: I think the title is talking about how the girl actually became a barbie doll.
Or it's about how the girl lost herself while growing up.
Theme: I think the theme of this poem is "don't believe what other people say too easily."
The girlchild in this poem "cut off" her nose and her legs. She was placed in a casket, displayed on a satin, painted by somebody else. She was made somebody else. It was all because one classmate said "You have a great big nose and fat legs."
Marge Piercy
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose and thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore outlike a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
Title : Barbie Doll
The Title seems like it is telling us that the audience for this poem is females.
It also sounds like the poem is going to be a poem about looking back to the time
being a child, or about being a child.
The first thing I thought of when I heard the title was pink.
It seems happy and young.
Paraphrase:
A girl was born and during her life as a child, she experienced things
most other girls experienced. she was presented with fake material.
Then when she became an actual girl, everyone started talking about her looks.
She wasn't ugly. She was a healthy, nice, and intelligent girl.
But she had to apologize
to everyone because she was "ugly".
Everyone gave her advices but they all made no sense. But she took those nonsenses
and she wasn't herself anymore. And because she didn't like herself anymore,
she gave up on herself.
She becamse a completely different person. Everyone liked her. Her life was "fulfilled" at last.
Connotation
Attitude: I seriously don't get the attitude. Will be updated after a talk with Mrs. Emery.
Shifts
Title: I think the title is talking about how the girl actually became a barbie doll.
Or it's about how the girl lost herself while growing up.
Theme: I think the theme of this poem is "don't believe what other people say too easily."
The girlchild in this poem "cut off" her nose and her legs. She was placed in a casket, displayed on a satin, painted by somebody else. She was made somebody else. It was all because one classmate said "You have a great big nose and fat legs."
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Poem Number 1
A Sad Child
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.
Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.
My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,
and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside you head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.
Margaret Atwood
To be honest, I chose this poem because a senior student directed me to a well known author.
So I didn't expect very much from this poem. But then when I read it, it was speaking to me directly. This poem, I think, is saying that everyone feels like they are not the favorite at least once in their life. So don't be so sad. It is very embarrassing for me to say this, but there was once in my life when I thought that everyone hated me, I don't now. This poem just told me that I am not the only one who feels that way, so don't be so depressed.
I like this poem. I think it can speak to anybody of any age.
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.
Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.
My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,
and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside you head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.
Margaret Atwood
To be honest, I chose this poem because a senior student directed me to a well known author.
So I didn't expect very much from this poem. But then when I read it, it was speaking to me directly. This poem, I think, is saying that everyone feels like they are not the favorite at least once in their life. So don't be so sad. It is very embarrassing for me to say this, but there was once in my life when I thought that everyone hated me, I don't now. This poem just told me that I am not the only one who feels that way, so don't be so depressed.
I like this poem. I think it can speak to anybody of any age.
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