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Marianne Moore
Poetry
genuine
raw
imagination
raw
imagination
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Lyre
Lyric
Lyric Poetry
occasions
·
ode -a lyric poem
characterized by a serious topic and formal tone but without a prescribed
formal pattern. Examples include Keats’s odes and Shelley’s "Ode to the
West Wind."
·
elegy- (1) since the
Renaissance, usually a formal lament on the
death of a particular person, but focusing mainly on the speaker’s efforts to
come to terms with his or her grief; (2) more broadly, any lyric in sorrowful mood that
takes death as its primary subject. An
example is W. H. Auden’s "In Memory of W. B. Yeats."
l I wandered lonely as a cloud (Golden Daffodils)
àLyric poetry
I
wandered lonely as a cloud
That
floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When
all at once I saw a crowd,
A
host of golden daffodils;
Beside
the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous
as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They
stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten
thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did
the sparkling waves in glee:
A
poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I
gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For
oft, when on my couch I lie
In
vacant or in pensive mood,
They
flash upon that inward eye
Which
is the bliss of solitude;
And
then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
·
Tossing their heads, fluttering and dancing
à
Personification
·
glee, gay, jocund: happy
·
The "inward eye" expresses what
Wordsworth felt to be a deeper, truer spiritual vision. A person cannot share
his or her own spiritual vision completely with others, and so it is a form of
"solitude." But its truth and beauty make it "blissful."
·
The plot is extremely simple, depicting
the poet’s wandering and his discovery of a field of daffodils by a lake, the
memory of which pleases him and comforts him when he is lonely, bored, or
restless.
·
The characterization of the sudden
occurrence of a memory—the daffodils “flash upon the inward eye / which is the
bliss of solitude”—is psychologically acute, but the poem’s main brilliance
lies in the reverse personification of its early stanzas. The speaker is
metaphorically compared to a natural object, a cloud—“I wandered lonely as a
cloud / that floats on high...” and the daffodils are continually personified
as human beings, dancing and “tossing their heads” in “a crowd, a host.”
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That time of
year thou mayst in me behold
by William Shakespeare
by William Shakespeare
That time of
year thou mayst in me behold a
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang b
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, a
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. b
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day c
As after sunset fadeth in the west, d
Which by and by black night doth take away, c
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest. d
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire e
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, f
As the death-bed whereon it must expire e
Consumed with that which it was nourished by. f
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong, g
To love that well which thou must leave ere long. g
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang b
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, a
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. b
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day c
As after sunset fadeth in the west, d
Which by and by black night doth take away, c
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest. d
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire e
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, f
As the death-bed whereon it must expire e
Consumed with that which it was nourished by. f
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong, g
To love that well which thou must leave ere long. g
1.
The
first metaphor that Shakespeare uses is that of a tree in the fall. He compares
himself to the tree by saying 'That time of year thou mayst in me behold when yellow
leaves, or none, or few, do hang upon those boughs which shake against the
cold". Shakespeare compares his aging self to the aging tree.
2. Another metaphor in this sonnet is the
comparison of death to nightfall, "In me thou see’st the twilight of such
day" "Which by and by black night doth take away, death's second
self, that seals up all rest". Shakespeare perfectly describes death as
the fading of a bright day to a dark black night.
3. The third, and final, metaphor is when
Shakespeare is comparing himself to the fire. Shakespeare beautifully states,
"In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire that on the ashes of his youth
lie, as the deathbed whereon it must expire, consumed with that which it was
nourished by". . As the fire is dying so is Shakespeare.
4. "This thou perceivest, which makes
thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long".
In this he relates all three objects, aging, death, and love, to each other. He
is saying that one must enjoy love when he has it because it soon grows old and
must die.
·
Metaphor-
sometimes, a general term for
almost any figure
of speech
involving comparison; more commonly, a particular
figure of speech in which two unlike things are compared implicitly—that is,
without the use of a signal such as the word like or as—as in "Love is a rose,
but you better not pick it."
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And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed
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Ode to the West Wind
V.
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
l Ode- a lyric poem characterized by a serious topic and
formal tone but without a prescribed formal pattern. Examples
include Keats’s odes and Shelley’s "Ode to the West Wind."
Ode convey
the message but not necessary didactic.
William Faulkner’s Nobel Prize Speech
·
I refuse to accept this. I believe that man
will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone
among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
·
The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write
about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his
heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and
compassion and pity and sacrifice, which have been the glory of his past. The
poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props,
the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
http://www.mcsr.olemiss.edu/~egjbp/faulkner/lib_nobel.html
http://www.mcsr.olemiss.edu/~egjbp/faulkner/lib_nobel.html
·
To Helen
Edgar Allan
Poe
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Ah! Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!
Are Holy Land!
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· When I was one and twenty
by A.E Housman
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/237110
· Do not go gentle into that good night
· When I was one and twenty
by A.E Housman
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/237110
· 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,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse,
bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage,
rage against the dying of the light.
Go gentle: oxymoron
·
Oxymoron-
a figure of
speech that combines two apparently
contradictory elements, as in wise fool.
contradictory elements, as in wise fool.
·
Free verse- poetry
characterized by varying line lengths, lack of traditional meter, and
nonrhyming lines.
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Because I could not stop for Death-
(Free verse, personification)
·
Oedipus answer sphinx’s riddle
"Which creature has one
voice and yet becomes four-footed and two-footed and three-footed?"
Oedipus solved
the riddle by answering: Man—who crawls on all fours as a baby, then walks on
two feet as an adult, and then uses a walking stick in old age.
·
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert
Frost
Whose woods these are I think I
know.
His house is in the village
though;
He will not see me stopping
here
To watch his woods fill up with
snow.
My little horse must think it
queer
To stop without a farmhouse
near
The darkest evening of the
year.
àMetaphor,
personification
He gives his harness bells a
shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to
keep,
And miles to go before I
sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
·
Oedipus: meaning "swollen foot" was a mythical Greek king of Thebes.
Achilles heel- is
a deadly weakness in spite of overall strength, which can actually or
potentially leads to downfall.
· Orpheus: was a legendary musician, poet, and prophet in ancient Greek religion and myth. The major stories about him are centered on his ability to charm all living things and even stones with his music, his attempt to retrieve his wife, Eurydice, from the underworld.
· Orpheus: was a legendary musician, poet, and prophet in ancient Greek religion and myth. The major stories about him are centered on his ability to charm all living things and even stones with his music, his attempt to retrieve his wife, Eurydice, from the underworld.
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Grave tombstone
Veterans Arlington
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Stop all the clocks, cut
off the telephone
(free verse)(elegy)
(free verse)(elegy)
By W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
·
The end of
the world by Skeeter Davis
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Response paper
à How to become my choose
·
O captain! My
captain! (Free
verse)
By Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered 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! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will.
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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