A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hand it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
The theme is this poem is a little harder to decipher. But i think it means that her heart is heavy with love, full to the brim with it and she wants love in return or her love to show it and he finally does. So i think that she is trying to say, show your love and and how love can be so beautiful.
The author compares the love that she feels for this person to everyday things. i think this helps the reader understand the extent of her love because it gives us something tangible to think about. If you just say i love you a lot someone won't necessarily understand how much but if you say my love is like an ocean for example you can understand it is vast and deep. it make the poem more accesible.
Love metaphor
Love is like a shot. It can hurt a lot but in the long run it can be good for you.
Love is like a good movie, you never want it to end.
October 7th blog
This blog is a little late but better late than never! So right now i'm really stressed about college because i need to have my applications in on time and i'm freaking out a little bit but soon it'll all be over and i'll just have to decide where to go. I just am really stressed right now because a lot is going on its hard to manage. ok but good thing is its fall and i love fall. here is a list of my favorite things
1. leaves, and the colors
2. the smell of crisp fall air
3. the crunch of leaves under your feet
4. halloween
5. candy
6. pumpkin bread
7. pumpkin spice latte at starbucks
8. sweaters and uggs
9. don't need air conditioning
10. carving pumpkins
11. decorations
12. that much closer to the end of the year
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
love poem :)
The Ocean
You swim out to sea, unaware of the depths
below
swirling and whirling, mysteries
It can sweep you up and take you under
Helpless to its control.
Drowning happens to those not careful
But to flourish is the aim
One can’t imagine everything that it contains
The Beauty, The Beast, The Life
The Love
You swim out to sea, unaware of the depths
below
swirling and whirling, mysteries
It can sweep you up and take you under
Helpless to its control.
Drowning happens to those not careful
But to flourish is the aim
One can’t imagine everything that it contains
The Beauty, The Beast, The Life
The Love
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Poetry Post
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/maya_angelou/poems/492
1. I picked this poem because its a poem about a strong woman who is confident in who she is. She isn't afraid to sound conceited and exerts herself and enforces the beauty of being a woman. and Maya Angelou is one of my favorite poets.
2. The title isn't trying to get at any hidden meanings. It is straighforward and is the point of the whole poem summed up in two words. I like titles like these, the ones that don't keep you guessing even after you have read the poem.
3. The poem uses several literary devices to enhance the work. One of them is rhyme. It doesn't rhyme after every line it does after every four or so. This just keeps the whole poem together and makes it sound nice. And the rhymes aren't a stretch so it sounds like she is trying to rhyme. It flows nicely. Which leads to another device. She uses short lines and creates a rhythm that keeps the poem moving. When you read it faster it has more meaning because each line is more powerful. The sound of the poem goes along with the tone of the poem as i'll describe below.
4. The poem does indeed have a tone. This tone is happy, confident, independent and passionate. Its the tone of a woman who knows who she is and isn't afraid to share with the rest of the world. I think the tone is very powerful and should be an envy of others to write poems with this kind of passion.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/maya_angelou/poems/492
1. I picked this poem because its a poem about a strong woman who is confident in who she is. She isn't afraid to sound conceited and exerts herself and enforces the beauty of being a woman. and Maya Angelou is one of my favorite poets.
2. The title isn't trying to get at any hidden meanings. It is straighforward and is the point of the whole poem summed up in two words. I like titles like these, the ones that don't keep you guessing even after you have read the poem.
3. The poem uses several literary devices to enhance the work. One of them is rhyme. It doesn't rhyme after every line it does after every four or so. This just keeps the whole poem together and makes it sound nice. And the rhymes aren't a stretch so it sounds like she is trying to rhyme. It flows nicely. Which leads to another device. She uses short lines and creates a rhythm that keeps the poem moving. When you read it faster it has more meaning because each line is more powerful. The sound of the poem goes along with the tone of the poem as i'll describe below.
4. The poem does indeed have a tone. This tone is happy, confident, independent and passionate. Its the tone of a woman who knows who she is and isn't afraid to share with the rest of the world. I think the tone is very powerful and should be an envy of others to write poems with this kind of passion.
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