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Gaby's Poetry Blog: Elegy: O Captain! My Captain! By Walt Whitman
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Sunday, March 8, 2009. Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack,. The prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,. While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for. You the bugle trills,. For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores. Fallen cold and dead.
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Lauren's Blog: The Wonderful World of Words: March 2009
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Sunday, March 29, 2009. Idea: Old Mazda Lamp, 50-100-150 W" By John Hollander. If you cant read this go to http:/ www.rhetoricainc.com/eofa/e of a/shape.html. 160;The on/off switch of a light bulb is compared to having your eyes open or shut. Finally, the light bulb come to represent the "way minds look." The ending words are "there was light." Through the progression of the poem, the light bulb comes to represent thinking which began the world. Six Words by Lloyd Schwartz. Never . . . The message of the...
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Lauren's Blog: The Wonderful World of Words: Spenserian Sonnet
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Thursday, March 12, 2009. Sonnet 1 by Edmund Spencer. Happy ye leaves whenas those lily hands,. Which hold my life in their dead doing might. Shall handle you and hold in love’s soft bands,. Lyke captives trembling at the victor’s sight. And happy line, on which with starry light,. Those lamping eyes will design sometimes to look. And read the sorrows of my dying spright,. Written with tears in harts close bleeding book. And happy rhymes bathed in the sacred brook,. Of Helicon whence she derived is,.
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Olympia's Poetry Blog: Haiku
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Thursday, April 16, 2009. Most Japanese poems are beautiful and follow all of the restrictions of syllabls, yet when translated into English, the poem loses its flow. America has adapted Haiku's as a mainstream form of poetry. This haiku doesn't follow structure, becasue in the 16th centure master Matsuo Basho wrote it in Japanese, and its translation into english is not perfect:. A frog jumps in-. The sound of water. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A lyric poem with complex stanza forms. Lauren's Bl...
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Olympia's Poetry Blog: April 2009
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Thursday, April 16, 2009. Is one of the main things that separates prose and poetry. Poetry can take on many formats, but one of them most inventive forms is for the poem to take on the shape of its subject. So if the subject of your poem is an apple, then the poem's lines would be written so that the poem appears to take on the shape of an apple. Http:/ www.rhetoricainc.com/eofa/e of a/media/oldmazda.html. Question: What is John Hollander trying to convey to the readers? SESTINA:ALAFORTE by Ezra Pound.
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Lisa's AP English Blog: External Form
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Lisa's AP English Blog. Tuesday, January 20, 2009. Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas. Do not go gentle into that good night,. Old age should burn and rave at close of day;. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,. Because their words had forked no lightning they. Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright. Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Lisa's AP English Blog: February 2009
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Lisa's AP English Blog. Thursday, February 26, 2009. Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray. 1The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,. 2 The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,. 3The plowman homeward plods his weary way,. 4 And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 5Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight,. 6 And all the air a solemn stillness holds,. 7Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,. 8 And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;. 30 Their homely joys, and d...
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Lisa's AP English Blog: Elegy
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Lisa's AP English Blog. Thursday, February 26, 2009. Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray. 1The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,. 2 The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,. 3The plowman homeward plods his weary way,. 4 And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 5Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight,. 6 And all the air a solemn stillness holds,. 7Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,. 8 And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;. 30 Their homely joys, and d...
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Lisa's AP English Blog: Whole Text
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Lisa's AP English Blog. Monday, January 26, 2009. She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways by William Wordsworth. She dwelt among the untrodden ways. Beside the springs of Dove,. A Maid whom there were none to praise. And very few to love:. A violet by a mossy stone. Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know. When Lucy ceased to be;. But she is in her grave, and, oh,. The difference to me! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Gaby's Poetry Blog: Favorite Poem #1: If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
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Sunday, January 25, 2009. Favorite Poem #1: If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda. I want you to know. You know how this is:. At the crystal moon, at the red branch. Of the slow autumn at my window,. Or the wrinkled body of the log,. Everything carries me to you,. As if everything that exists,. Aromas, light, metals,. Toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now,. If little by little you stop loving me. I shall stop loving you little by little. Do not look for me,. If you think it long and mad,.
