So this depressing Sunday I decided to blog on the great poem Inversnaid by Gerard Manley Hopkins. I just decided to blog on this poem because it was the first poem I came across when I picked up that darn poetry packet. This poem was intriguing to me because it tells a story that I could sort of imagine. This is not really my favorite poem but oh well, I gotta blog on something.
Okay, let's analyze this piece of poetry. 4 stanzas. 4 quatrians. Why? Because, that's why. It has a standard abab rhyme that is occasionally slanted, but hey no one is perfect or Dr. Seuss. I think that each stanza actually describes a different part of the setting of the story.
One cool thing about this poem was that it was very descriptive and colorful ironically because when I think of the old south I think of everything being dark and light shades of brown. Description is always good though because it helps me understand the poem.
BTW- Inversnaid is not a word, incase you were wondering.
When I read this poem, I saw a man like in the old west intimidating everyone because he is scry. I could be completely off but hey, this is how I analyzed this poem.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Of Mere Being
Well, it is time to blog once again and this time I have decided to blog on Of Mere Being by Wallace Stevens. I ran across this poem and had to read it a few times to even begin to understand. I really liked the fact that the meaning of this poem doesn't hit you in the face. You have to really think to analyze this poem.
*Quick side note: this poem is made up of four stanzas made up of tercets. To me the structure is significant because with each stanza, Stevens realizes more about this bird. Each tercet shows his thoughts progressing into more of an understanding.
After about the fourth or so time reading this poem, I realized that it was talking about a bird.
Just kidding.
No, I think that this poem talks about this majestic and strange bird that Stevens is seeing. As stevens is watching this bird, he is at first frustrated by it's foreignness. As humans, we have to really think about things that are out of the ordinary before we can even think about liking them.
What is this bird?
Is it bad?
Good?
How can I relate this bird to my life?...
In the end of the poem, Stevens realizes that he doesn't have to understand this bird. The bird exists and he just needs to appreciate it for what it is. I took this poem as Stevens commenting on today's world. So many people just have to really think about and understand every little thing in their busy lives. Sometimes, things in life don't make sense, and we just need to realize that they are there. They are what they are.
*Quick side note: this poem is made up of four stanzas made up of tercets. To me the structure is significant because with each stanza, Stevens realizes more about this bird. Each tercet shows his thoughts progressing into more of an understanding.
After about the fourth or so time reading this poem, I realized that it was talking about a bird.
Just kidding.
No, I think that this poem talks about this majestic and strange bird that Stevens is seeing. As stevens is watching this bird, he is at first frustrated by it's foreignness. As humans, we have to really think about things that are out of the ordinary before we can even think about liking them.
What is this bird?
Is it bad?
Good?
How can I relate this bird to my life?...
In the end of the poem, Stevens realizes that he doesn't have to understand this bird. The bird exists and he just needs to appreciate it for what it is. I took this poem as Stevens commenting on today's world. So many people just have to really think about and understand every little thing in their busy lives. Sometimes, things in life don't make sense, and we just need to realize that they are there. They are what they are.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Book
This Sunday, I decided to blog about this lovely poem The Book by the lovely author Miller Williams. Oh this poem. I'm not going to lie, I didn't even know about this poem until someone presented it in class. When they presented it, I thought that this was a very interesting poem. First off, why would Williams write a poem about a book made out of human skin? Creepy. Either way, it was kinda cool.
My favorite thing about this poem was that it was written in the form of a story. I mean, anyone could write a creepy poem about a human skin bound journal. It almost made me connect more to the poem because he wrote about someone stumbling upon this unique book and placing the story of his life in it, and then himself learning of the truth while holding the book. It was an interesting perspective. Almost a third third person? I don't know, but it was written interestingly.
The book consists of 7 stanzas: a singlet, two tercets, 3 couplets and one quintet? It has five lines. It doesn't really have a rhyme scheme other than the occasional ab rhyme. I think that this set up makes sense because well, it's written like a story. The story just flows very nicely.
While reading this, I can picture the book in my mind and then the man holding it in his hands while the other is telling the horrific story. I can just see the man holding the books face warp in horror as he learns about this book. This was probably one of my favorite poems.
My favorite thing about this poem was that it was written in the form of a story. I mean, anyone could write a creepy poem about a human skin bound journal. It almost made me connect more to the poem because he wrote about someone stumbling upon this unique book and placing the story of his life in it, and then himself learning of the truth while holding the book. It was an interesting perspective. Almost a third third person? I don't know, but it was written interestingly.
The book consists of 7 stanzas: a singlet, two tercets, 3 couplets and one quintet? It has five lines. It doesn't really have a rhyme scheme other than the occasional ab rhyme. I think that this set up makes sense because well, it's written like a story. The story just flows very nicely.
While reading this, I can picture the book in my mind and then the man holding it in his hands while the other is telling the horrific story. I can just see the man holding the books face warp in horror as he learns about this book. This was probably one of my favorite poems.
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