Friday, March 30, 2012

Where are the best, most imagistic sections?--due Tuesday

Type 3 separate sections--exactly as they are--of poems and explain why they are extremely effective at creating images in your mind. What details help you imagine? What combinations of words work particularly well?


  1. The poem I chose that related somewhat to me is called "The Hammock" by Li-Young Lee. The reason I selected this poem is its relationship between a mother and son. The relationship the mother and the son have is kind, like the relationship my mom and I have. Also, I truly enjoy the words "I don't know what my mother is thinking." I like that because I never really know what my mom is thinking when looking at me, or even when I'm not there. I would like to think she is thinking about my future and how successful I will be after I graduate (but time can only tell). Also in the first stanza of the poem the narrator talks about how the little boy's mom would carry him to bed at night. I can relate to that because my mom used to carry me to bed when I was a little girl. I will never forget that at all. Furthermore, I will never forget that I will always have a loving and caring mom. I guess the main point of this poem is to always know that you have loving and caring parents and to be thankful for them and all they do for you and your family. Also someday when they pass they want you to be that loving and caring parent like they were. In this poem they ask what death is like, a person will never physically know what death is like until they have passed on. A person may think they know what death feels like when they lose someone special to them. You see death is like a clock it is always ticking, because you will never know what time you will die or when. Death is unpredictable. When I get older and have kids of my own I will never know what they are going to be thinking. The thought of not knowing what my child is thinking would kind of scare me. But as a parent it is your job to trust your child to do the right thing when thinking the wrong thing. When I am older and have kids my goal is going to be to love them and care for them no matter what. It’s like what my mom always told me life is like a box of chocolates you never know what you are going to get. What that basically means is you have to make your life all that it can be. Make the best of your life and don’t let others get to you, because it will only bring you down.

  2. 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
    Then 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;
    My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
    As any she belied with false compare.
    Details that help me visualize what is going on in this poem are like “my mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun” because you can either picture them in a good or bad mood, or beautiful or not beautiful. Another stanza that really caught my eye was “Coral is far more red than her lips’ red” this really put it the picture out there because, her lips have to have something on them to make them is bright. There are a couple of worlds that work particularly well together and they are, “hairs and wires” and “goddess and mistress”.
    The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats
    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things far apart, the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed up on the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.
    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand:
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

    The darkness drops again but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And that rough beast, its hour came round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
    Some of the detailed stanza’s that really helped me visualize what was going on in this poem were “troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand” this stanza shows that pretty much there is nothing out in the desert as to there is nothing going on in this poem. Another one that really shows a lot of visual image in my head is this stanza “a shape with lion body and a head of a man” this stanza shows a lot of visual image because, you can just picture a lion boy with a human man’s head on top of it. Words that best combined are “surely” and “hardly” are good words together because, they show a rhyming scheme.