Sunday, January 27, 2008

"The Little Boy Lost"

Response:
when i read this poem, it made feel sad at some point. but i kinda got the idea that the boy was left behind by his father. and i know that every boy was told that they always have a second dad, which is god. i felt the same way this kid felt in the poem, when i was kicked out of my house by my mother.

"The Little Boy Found" by, William Blake

Response:
i feel that this boy found his dad, god. i guess his general father left him abandoned. so basically, i feel that whenevr you get lost, god will always be by your side to help you no matter in what situation the person is in.

Friday, January 25, 2008

"Haiku"

Response to Skylark Haiku:
this poem made me feel happy because the skylark can sing all day, and the world would never tired of the music. this poem also made me feel sad because the bird can sing all day long and if life is bad then its still bad.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

“Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep”

“Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep”
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I do not die.


Response:
i believe that this poem has to deal with a person who has passed away, but whoever comes to their grave should not mourn their death. i also feel that by the way this poet wrote this poem, i think its trying to say that even if you die, your spirit will live for ever.

"Sonnet 130"

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well i know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.


Response:
I like this poem because hes showing how much he loves this girl. he describes the reasons why he loves her regardless what she thinks about him. he also says that he likes her eyes not shining like the sun or that her lips are not coral red, he still loves her for everything that she is.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

“Let Me Die A Youngman’s Death”

Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death
When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party
Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides
Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one
Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death


Response:
From all the other poems that we read in the poetry gallery walk, I chose this poem because I felt that it was the easiest poem to understand from the others. The subject matter was about living his life in peace, rather than to die doing something he likes to do. This poem didn't really have any rhythmic quality. I personally identified this poem with a passage about getting gun down by rival gang bangers.