Sunday, September 26, 2010
Back in the day.
"1943" by Donald Hall is one of the poems we have decussed in class, but I feel as though it's a little hard to get my opinion out when I'm sitting there. Here it is. After reading this poem my first reactions were I felt like the poem was taking me back in the day. The war was obsorbing the men just as they got out of high school or were still in high school. Hall expresses how he felt about the war, the duties and sadness the war caused. You can really see the emotions in the poems words and style. two lines to the five stanza's is just right amount to express 1943. The poem is excellent and is one that could have an interesting antecedent scenerio. That is up for your oppinion.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Repsonse to Poetry.
The Giving Tree (I can't figure out how to underline this) was my first thought when I read the poem "Lost Brother." This man relates himself to a tree that he claims is his lost brother. Everything that happens to the tree he feels happening to himself as well. I never really thought about it but trees, and nature in general, are very comforting and reliable. Trees' are useful in many ways; they provide oxgyen, a playground, shade, food, and much more. They live to be very old and are one of the few biotic things in the world. Stanley Moss is the author of the poem and he says "I am prepared to live as long as he did (it would please our mother.)" This part really stuck out to me. I'm assuming he is talking about mother nature and that makes his thoughts about being the brother of the tree so real. We are related someway, somehow.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Poetry response three.
This weeks poem is "Still Memory," by Mary Karr. I thought this poem was nice, and I enjoyed it. When she begans to dream about her life when she was ten I began to think about my own life when I was ten. The end wraps it all when she describes how she would write about her life as it was happening so that she could remember it. This relates to me because I was taught as a child to write in a journal or a diary. I have kept a journal for quite some time and still do. Writing helps me remember the simple things like smell, noise and how I felt. Mary does the same thing in the poem which is a dream of her writing so she could remember. It is wonderful remember the good things about being a child and how recording it can help. I should have picked this poem to share in class because how much I could relate to it and how much I enjoyed it.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Always wondering why the blackberries are for Amelia? (poetry entry dose)
This week's poetry choice is "Blackberries for Amelia" by Richard Wilbur. This is the first poem on our poetry packet and everytime I open my binder to the packet the first thing I see is "Blackberries for Amelia." When I open to my poetry packet I'm usually on a different mission, and just notice this poem. So this time I opened my binder on a mission to read and get to know this poem.
My first question was who is Amelia? As the poem ended I made the inference that Amelia is Richard's grandaughter. The rhythem pattern is a, b, b, a, c, d, d, c. and so on. I enjoyed this because it is somewhat uncommon. As the poem progresses the blackberries grow and rippen. It begins in June with just branches and leaves. Then as the weather starts to change the flowers bloom then it ends in August when the blackberries rippen and are ready to be picked. The build up of the blackberries ready to be picked is intense. It ends sweetly saying how he needs a grandchild to talk to him as he picks the blackberries make them even better. I really enjoyed this poem and now i don't have to wonder what it's about everytime I open my binder or see my poetry packet.
My first question was who is Amelia? As the poem ended I made the inference that Amelia is Richard's grandaughter. The rhythem pattern is a, b, b, a, c, d, d, c. and so on. I enjoyed this because it is somewhat uncommon. As the poem progresses the blackberries grow and rippen. It begins in June with just branches and leaves. Then as the weather starts to change the flowers bloom then it ends in August when the blackberries rippen and are ready to be picked. The build up of the blackberries ready to be picked is intense. It ends sweetly saying how he needs a grandchild to talk to him as he picks the blackberries make them even better. I really enjoyed this poem and now i don't have to wonder what it's about everytime I open my binder or see my poetry packet.
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