Halloween is over, all the kids had their fun.
Hunting season is here, turkeys better run.
Friends and family join in thanks
with one roll left, there is tension among the ranks.
The leaves are falling all the time,
NOT watching NFL on this day, is a crime!
Turkey, potatoes, stuffing then dessert,
if you eat too much, your stomach will start to hurt.
This time of year where family is prize
Hopefully all the food won't go to your thighs.
November is almost over, the end is drawing near,
Lift your glasses for thanks and cheer!!!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Secret- Poem Response 13
A common theme with poetry is talking about youth, childhood, life lessons, and "coming of age." This poem falls into the childhood/ lesson category. I am going to try something new:
"Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of poetry."- Pretty straight forward, the girls are reading a poem and find something out that they didn't know before.
"I who don't know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me" - The author, wrote the line, yet she doesn't even know what the secret is. I guess the meaning of poetry changes for each person.
"(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was,
not even"- the girls found a secret of life, not in a specific line of words, but more in the poem's meaning as a whole.
"what it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,"- the girls are impacted by the poem for a split moment, and then they forget the lesson.
"the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can't find,"- they forget where they learned this from, but the author is happy, because the girls found meaning where the author did not intend.
"and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that"- She loves the girls because they love her. The author gave them a lesson. Then the girls forget it, leaving them unmarked again.
"a thousand times, till death
finds the, they may
discover it again, in other
lines,"- This part of the poem is vital, because it explains how necessary it is that the girls become a blank slate, so that other poems can have the same impact, and learn new things.
"in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for" - the girls must be curious to get meaning out of poetry
"assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all."- There is always a secret to be learned, just as long as we search for it!
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"Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of poetry."- Pretty straight forward, the girls are reading a poem and find something out that they didn't know before.
"I who don't know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me" - The author, wrote the line, yet she doesn't even know what the secret is. I guess the meaning of poetry changes for each person.
"(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was,
not even"- the girls found a secret of life, not in a specific line of words, but more in the poem's meaning as a whole.
"what it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,"- the girls are impacted by the poem for a split moment, and then they forget the lesson.
"the line, the name of
the poem. I love them
for finding what
I can't find,"- they forget where they learned this from, but the author is happy, because the girls found meaning where the author did not intend.
"and for loving me
for the line I wrote,
and for forgetting it
so that"- She loves the girls because they love her. The author gave them a lesson. Then the girls forget it, leaving them unmarked again.
"a thousand times, till death
finds the, they may
discover it again, in other
lines,"- This part of the poem is vital, because it explains how necessary it is that the girls become a blank slate, so that other poems can have the same impact, and learn new things.
"in other
happenings. And for
wanting to know it,
for" - the girls must be curious to get meaning out of poetry
"assuming there is
such a secret, yes,
for that
most of all."- There is always a secret to be learned, just as long as we search for it!
<3
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Vergissmeinnight- Poem Response 12
Vergissmeinnight: a German word meaning "forget me not."
This poem is about WWII. It is also about love (DUSTY!). The author, Keith Douglas, tells the story of a soldier returning to a battle ground. The battle he fought in is over, yet the body of an enemy soldier remains. He walks over to the body, and in the first 2 stanzas, the tone is very cold. He shows no sympathy for the killed man- why should he?
He picks up a picture of a girl laying next to the fallen soldier.In German on the back of the picture, "Steffi. Vergissmeinnight", is written. I believe Steffi is the name of the girl. The photo has been dishonored because the soldier was killed. The next stanza goes onto talk about how all his guns, and equipment are not physically damaged. They will not decay, yet he will. I think that is a very interesting part of the poem. When I read this part I thought of the bigger picture. The equipment was war, war will never decay. War will always be there, yet the people that use war, that give it so much value, THEY will decay. They will die. I think this notion is backwards. The picture, the soldier and the equipment show three different things. The lover, or love, as shown by the picture is effected even greater after the soldier is killed, because her love lives on. She still feels the hurt that the guns inflicted.
I don't know how to conclude this... but man, this poem was cool.
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This poem is about WWII. It is also about love (DUSTY!). The author, Keith Douglas, tells the story of a soldier returning to a battle ground. The battle he fought in is over, yet the body of an enemy soldier remains. He walks over to the body, and in the first 2 stanzas, the tone is very cold. He shows no sympathy for the killed man- why should he?
He picks up a picture of a girl laying next to the fallen soldier.In German on the back of the picture, "Steffi. Vergissmeinnight", is written. I believe Steffi is the name of the girl. The photo has been dishonored because the soldier was killed. The next stanza goes onto talk about how all his guns, and equipment are not physically damaged. They will not decay, yet he will. I think that is a very interesting part of the poem. When I read this part I thought of the bigger picture. The equipment was war, war will never decay. War will always be there, yet the people that use war, that give it so much value, THEY will decay. They will die. I think this notion is backwards. The picture, the soldier and the equipment show three different things. The lover, or love, as shown by the picture is effected even greater after the soldier is killed, because her love lives on. She still feels the hurt that the guns inflicted.
I don't know how to conclude this... but man, this poem was cool.
<3
Sunday, November 7, 2010
The Coming of Wisdom with Time- Poem Response 11
The poem is simple. Very short. I love it! Rossco and Chris taught this poem a couple weeks ago, and I think they did a very good job in finding the meaning behind it. I think the poem is basically an analogy, using a tree, to the cycle of life. "Through all the lying days of my youth... I may wither into the truth." This is the cycle of how people live. I thought of the "root" in the first line to kind of be the life its self; it is the actual existence, the tangible body. The leaves he talks about are the experiences Yeats has gone through. Each experience and part of him buds to form the adornment to who he is, but overtime it withers away and he is again "naked" (ok not literally, that'd be gross, but figuratively naked.)He talks about how he has to wither into truth, maybe the leaves and flowers that covered him up must fall, leaving him exposed to the entire world. I like the line about a lying youth. I feel like youth in general is a lie to the world, but it is necessary! Parents cannot expose their children to the horrors and stresses of the world, so they let them sway in the gentle breeze. It could just be a lie?
This is my take on this poem :)
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This is my take on this poem :)
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