Critical 4-13-12

Robert Frost states "if it has a wild tune, it is a Poem". I think he is teaching us that writings with sounds are poetry. He is also saying that "the object in writing poetry is to make all poems sound as different as possible from each other, and the resources for that of vowels, consonants, punctuation, syntax, words, sentences, metre are not enough. We need the help of context-meaning-subject matter. That is the greatest help towards variety”. Frost is stating that writers of poetry not only need to differ in the why the poem sounds and is written in means of words, rhymes and rhythms but also in the topic. He is saying that this is the best way to be different from another poet. Frost talks about the figure a poem makes is “it begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same as for love”. I think this can relate the D.H. Lawrence’s poem Tortoise Shout, this poem talks about finding that person out there that is meant for you. I am not sure that it starts with delight but by the end I do believe there is some wisdom being shown. Lawrence writes about natural impulses and what it is like when uniting with someone.

Creative 4-6-12

Revised:

1^st Poem-

When I am one-and-twenty

I am indeed old enough

To head to the bars, a plenty

And no need to be handcuffed

When I am one-and-twenty

I of course will have a pitcher

Until it’s done and empty

Then I’ll be a hitcher

2^nd Poem-

When I am one-and-twenty

My parents will no longer be

The ones who truly loved each other

They now will only love me

When I am one-and-twenty

I will already be on my own

Since they now live separately

There will be no place called home

3^rd Poem-

When I am one-and-twenty

I will drink my sorrows away

In the bars on court street

A place where I want to play

When I am one-and-twenty

The nights all seem the same

Tonight isn’t any different

It is just another game

Original:
1st Poem-
When I am one-and-twenty
I am indeed old enough
To head to the bars, a plenty
And no need to be handcuffed

When I am one-and twenty
I of course will have a pitcher
Until it's done and empty
Then I'll be a hitcher

2nd Poem-
When I am one-and-twenty
My parents will no longer be
The ones who truly loved each other
They now will only love me

When I am one-and-twenty
I will officially be on my own
Since I do not want to call
two separate houses my home

3rd Poem-
When I am one-and- twenty
I will drink my sorrows away
In the bars on court street
A place where I want to play

When I am one-and- twenty
The nights all seem the same
Tonight isn't any different
It is just another game

Critical 4-6-12

When I first read Easter, 1916 I really had NO idea what it was talking about other than possibly war as well as what I read in the little bit at the bottom of the first page. After reading it again "a terrible beauty is born" really stood out to me since Yeats says it several times in his poem. I think when he is saying this he is perhaps talking about the people who are fighting for the lives of others as being a beautiful thing in a terrible time. I am not totally sure I am even grasping the concept of it totally. In Rosenberg's poem "Returning, We Hear the Larks" he is talking about pain and sorrow, I think this relates to Yeats poem in the way they are both talking about the pain and death of war. I think that Rosenberg uses more metaphors in his writings in the way of "like a girl's dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there". There are several others in his poem and they stood out to me more than Yeats poems.




-I found this poem and kind of thought about our creative writing assignment about when I was one and twenty...This is sad one!

Just Twenty One

I read one more report today.
Another flag half-mast and gun
salute, coffin draped, bearers done.
Then hear the last post bugle play
as in my mind I see his grave
stone (father, brother, loving son)
for he who was just twenty one
in asymmetric Afghan frae.


Yet did he hear his comrades call
for medic, medivac and aid,
see the Chinook rotors whir - all
dust, din and dread – confusion reign?
Or did he even feel the fall
as daylight, dreams and future fade?


Well read the prose of marching men -
once Mons, Goose Green, El Alamain,
now Helmand, Lashkar Gah, Sangin -
The soldiers’ sacrifice the same


for Queen and Country. All shall yield
in time, to time, both old and young -
except upon the Battlefield
where he remains just twenty one.

Robert Kiely

Creative 3-30-12

Revised:

A Mended Heart

There was only pain, because there was no affection

I asked myself, “what do I want to see?”

The answer was simple, a connection

With the one who always seemed to flee

Do I deserve this type of treatment?

All I seem to do is wait around

For someone to be in agreement

With all that I have ever found

But I seem to have found something new

Someone to carry me until the end

One that will always continue to be true

I am slowly but eagerly on the mend

Maybe one day it will end in a wedding bell

And this will become a story that I will tell

(or be a story that I won’t have to tell)

           
Original:
A Mended Heart

My heart ached because it had no affection

I asked myself, “What do I want to see?”

The answer was simple, a connection

With the one who always seemed to flee.

Do I deserve this type of treatment?

All I seem to do is wait around

For someone to be in agreement

With all that I have ever found

But I seem to have found something new

Someone to carry me until the end

One that will always continue to be true

I am slowly but eagerly on the mend

Maybe one day it will end in a wedding bell

And this will be a story that I once would tell

Critical 3-30-12

I think in Thomas Hardy's poem "Hap", he is stating that if some else decided his life for him and told him you are suffering for my pure enjoyment then maybe that would be alright. Then he turns around and wonders why someone did something to his joy, "how arrives it joy lies slain", I think what Hardy is trying to say about pain is if you never knew anything else then it would be no different. When talking about gladness he is saying that you are always developing new happiness. But if you were never to know happiness then you would not be searching for new or better happiness and therefore you wouldn't have to go through pain in between. I would relate Hap to Hardy's poem Neutral Tones because to me they both have this dark, sad, depressing kind of feel to them when I read them. Neutral Tones is about a break up and Hap is about pain .So in a sense they are both about similar feelings.