this is a photograph of me

Well this day I decided to go with blogging on the poem this is a photograph of me by Margaret Atwood. There was much controversy over this poem this weak and it's still on my mind so here we are. On my blog, blogging about this poem. This poem wasn't my favourite but I still liked it. I feel that there are multiple interpretations of this here poem so I'll share two of them because I don't want to be 'inaccurate' or anything like that.

The First: This poem was written by Atwood to express her feelings of being overwhelmed and overlooked. It's easy to feel uncared about and unseen with as many people as there are in the world. Atwood just described this seen and was pretty much like oh yeah I'm there too but no one really cares. The first three stanzas consist of Atwood describing the landscape and things that aren't her then in parenthesis she adds the part about herself being in the landscape photo. She probably wasn't too happy about her life when she wrote this poem.

The Second: Not so deep. Irony really because she titled it this is a photograph of me which leads one to think that the poem will consist of Atwood describing a picture of herself and what she looks like. When you read on, you're caught off guard by the path the poem takes. It's almost as if she was saying, I want to tell you this story of when I died. Which is weird because she couldn't possibly tell a story of her own death a day later. Maybe it was her intention to just catch the readers by surprise.

For some reason I just didn't really think about this poem very deeply. It seemed like a poem to be read and caught off guard in a good way and not to be beaten to death with a hose. Not all poems have these deep meanings. I write poems, and not all of them have deep intellectual messages buried within them. They're just poems meant to be encountered and enjoyed.
Well no matter how you decide to interpret this poem, Its still a good poem.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Oh shoot, ding this blog totally reminded me that I forgot to go back in to get the practice multiple choice. Sorry Mrs. W, that was my bad. Please don't fail me or report me or get upset with me. Any of the above scenadios don't sound too pleasent.

Anyways for my (hopefully) last poetry blog I chose to blog about the poem Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost. I enjoyed this poem a lot because it sounds clever withthe rhyming and what not. I didn't really understand the idea of the poem though. Some seeds are gold? I honestly can't figure this one out. So I'll just look at the structure and rhyme scheme?
It is only one stanza which makes me think that it's just supposed to be matter of fact poem like Nothing Gold Can Stay period, dont ask questions or your stupid and shouldn't be reading my poetry, I'm Robert Frost. Harsh Frost. However, that doesn' change my liking for this poem and not just be ause of it's nice abab rhyming. I just feel like it's profound and nifty.

My favorite part? The last two lines.

"So Dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay"

I just understood that part! When the sun rises, it's gold and beautiful, but it can't stay that way. The sun has to fully rise so that the day can begin and progress. Wait, the whole poem just clicked...

There will be things in life that are just so amazing and breathtaking, but they cant last. These grand things have to depart in order for other things to happen. Wow, I knew this poem was good stuff.

I am such a fan if Robert Frost's work.