Sunday, November 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Poem/Song Response
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
Christopher Marlowe
Throughout the poem it mentions the rocks and love which that is what the song I chose is about. Both of which can relate to each other because of the words. They both use nature to escape in both the song and poem. The only way they could be together is to escape into a different state of mind. The title of the song is If it's the Beaches by The Avett Brothers. Why I chose this song is because it reminded of the same type of situation the poem was in.
COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.
Christopher Marlowe
Throughout the poem it mentions the rocks and love which that is what the song I chose is about. Both of which can relate to each other because of the words. They both use nature to escape in both the song and poem. The only way they could be together is to escape into a different state of mind. The title of the song is If it's the Beaches by The Avett Brothers. Why I chose this song is because it reminded of the same type of situation the poem was in.
Monday, October 20, 2008
"Crow is Walking"
Crow is walking
to see things at ground level,
the landscape as new under his feet
as the air is old under his wings.
He leaves the dead rabbit waiting--
it's a given; it'll always be there--
and walks on down the dirt road,
admires the pebbles,
how they sparkle in the sun;
checks out his reflection
in a puddle full of sky
which reminds him of where he's supposed to be,
but he's beginning to like
the way the muscles move in his legs
and the way his wings feel so comfortable
folded back and resting.
He thinks he might be beautiful,
the sun lighting his back
with purple and green.
Faint voices from somewhere far ahead
roll like dust down the road towards him.
He hurries a little. His tongue moves in his mouth;
legends of language move in his mind.
His beak opens.
He tries a word.
--Grace Butcher
The way I think my line breaks create meaning is with pauses that give the reader time to focus on what they are actually reading. It helps them to fully understand the poem better and helps the person actually focus on the meaning of the work. It adds more characteristics and mood to the poem also with these line breaks. Instead of having a straight line of words that are jumbled together that doesn't make sense at all.
to see things at ground level,
the landscape as new under his feet
as the air is old under his wings.
He leaves the dead rabbit waiting--
it's a given; it'll always be there--
and walks on down the dirt road,
admires the pebbles,
how they sparkle in the sun;
checks out his reflection
in a puddle full of sky
which reminds him of where he's supposed to be,
but he's beginning to like
the way the muscles move in his legs
and the way his wings feel so comfortable
folded back and resting.
He thinks he might be beautiful,
the sun lighting his back
with purple and green.
Faint voices from somewhere far ahead
roll like dust down the road towards him.
He hurries a little. His tongue moves in his mouth;
legends of language move in his mind.
His beak opens.
He tries a word.
--Grace Butcher
The way I think my line breaks create meaning is with pauses that give the reader time to focus on what they are actually reading. It helps them to fully understand the poem better and helps the person actually focus on the meaning of the work. It adds more characteristics and mood to the poem also with these line breaks. Instead of having a straight line of words that are jumbled together that doesn't make sense at all.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
It Is An Honorable Thought
It is an honorable thought,
And makes one lift one's hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,
That we've immortal place,
Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit russetly away.
Emily Dickinson
http://www.mith2.umd.edu/
Emily Dickinson seems to speak straight from the heart and is sincere about her writing. I can read her poems and understand them and relate to them. Poems I have read of hers I have thought about and considered what would happen and take place. As the poems says one day all that is left on this earth will go away. It is alot to understand and I don't think anyone will fully understand what is suppose to happen.
And makes one lift one's hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,
That we've immortal place,
Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit russetly away.
Emily Dickinson
http://www.mith2.umd.edu/
Emily Dickinson seems to speak straight from the heart and is sincere about her writing. I can read her poems and understand them and relate to them. Poems I have read of hers I have thought about and considered what would happen and take place. As the poems says one day all that is left on this earth will go away. It is alot to understand and I don't think anyone will fully understand what is suppose to happen.
Good Night
Good night! which put the candle out?
A jealous zephyr, not a doubt.
Ah! friend, you little knew
How long at that celestial wick
The angels labored diligent;
Extinguished, now, for you!
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
It might have been the waning lamp
That lit the drummer from the camp
To purer reveille!
Emily Dickinson
http://www.mith2.umd.edu/
Why I liked this poem so much is because I can relate to it. That is the way I see things in life. Sometimes things may happen slower than others what you want may happen exactly how you plan for them to. Something totalyy differetn from what you expected may happen and that may be for the best.
It speaks to my heart because of the way I interpreted it no matter your circumstance there will always appear a light. Sometimes harder than others or it may come from a different direction but you will always find your way out.
A jealous zephyr, not a doubt.
Ah! friend, you little knew
How long at that celestial wick
The angels labored diligent;
Extinguished, now, for you!
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
It might have been the waning lamp
That lit the drummer from the camp
To purer reveille!
Emily Dickinson
http://www.mith2.umd.edu/
Why I liked this poem so much is because I can relate to it. That is the way I see things in life. Sometimes things may happen slower than others what you want may happen exactly how you plan for them to. Something totalyy differetn from what you expected may happen and that may be for the best.
It speaks to my heart because of the way I interpreted it no matter your circumstance there will always appear a light. Sometimes harder than others or it may come from a different direction but you will always find your way out.
A Light Exists in Spring
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human naturefeels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human naturefeels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
Emily Dickinson
http://www.mith2.umd.edu/
http://www.mith2.umd.edu/
The way I see this poem and picture relating to one another is because all throughout the poem Emily Dickinson mentions trees, hillsides, and horizons. So I decided to find a picture that has a combonation of all three included in it. Whenever I first read this poem theis is the type of picture that was captured in my mind.
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