Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Small Song

Small Song
by Frances Frost

Morning is a little lass,
Her gay head yellow-curled,
Who jumps a rope of knotted flowers
Across the waking world.

Evening is a little boy
With dark wind-ruffled hair,
Who skips the stars like stones across
The darkling pond of air.

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Monday, September 23, 2013

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

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Sunday, September 22, 2013

Loveliest of Trees

Loveliest of Trees
by A. E. Housman

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

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I Am He That Walks With The Tender And Growing Night

I Am He That Walks With The Tender And Growing Night
by Walt Whitman

I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.

Press close bare-bosom'd night - press close magnetic nourishing night!
Night of south winds - night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night - mad naked summer night.

Smile O voluptuous cool breath'd earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset - earth of the mountains misty-topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbow'd earth - rich apple-blossom'd earth!
Smile, for your lover comes.
-from Song of Myself

Rather than providing an analysis, I thought that I'd do things a bit differently today. So here I will leave you just a bit of prompting in an effort to try and get your minds going and teasing out the meaning behind this poem for yourself.

I'll first note that this poem appeals to quite a few senses. Is there one in particular that it appeals more to? Why do you think that is? Is there a sense it does not appeal to?

What colors appear in this poem? What can you interpret from those colors: is the usage for literal description, do they contain a certain implied connotation, etc?

Apostrophe is a technique used in writing in which the speaker breaks off and directly addresses something decidedly abstract (an idea, a quality, a thing, an imaginary person). Due to this treatment of a concept as if it were a human & capable of response, many people tend to mistake it for personification. The two literary devices can often go hand in hand, but they are not limited as such. Personification is defined as the attribution of a nature or the characteristics of a human to something that is otherwise not, though it may also be taken as the representation of an abstract quality in fully human form. 

Whitman uses both techniques in this poem. To whom is Whitman speaking in lines 3-5? In lines 6-12?
To what end does he personify the night? The earth? Why do you think he chose those traits to lend them? What do you think he means by "elbow'd earth"?

And, just for my sake, what is your favorite line? Why?

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Saturday, September 21, 2013

All in All - A Special Saturday Scrutinization

All in All
Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers:
Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all.

It is the little rift within the lute,
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.

The little rift within the lover's lute,
Or little pitted speck in garner'd fruit,
That rotting inward slowly moulders all.

It is not worth the keeping: let it go:
But shall it? answer, darling, anser no.
And trust me not at all or all in all.

- from Merlin and Vivien


All in All is a section within Merlin and Vivien, which in turn is a part of Tennyson's cycle retelling the legend of King Arthur and those themes related to the subject, Idylls of the King. A cycle, in literature, is really just a simple term for a collection of plays, poems, songs, or other writings recorded by one author and connected through their focus on the same set of characters or ideas.

Given how well known the tales of Arthur and his court are, I shall not bore anyone with excessive background details regarding the characters and situations. I will just say that Vivien, paramour to King Mark of Cornwall, was on quite the mission against Arthur. After insinuating herself into Guinevere's good graces through the use of pity and her falsely emphatic slandering of Mark, Vivien quickly found that while many would lend an ear to her libelous gossip on the relationship between the Queen and Lancelot it did nothing in gaining her the confidence of King Pendragon the younger. Merlin was another story. A tired, old man will only put up with so much whining before simply succumbing to an ardent woman.

Here we come to poem above, in which Vivien is pleading with Merlin to trust her with a secret which would give her power to leave him, in essence, dead to all but her.

Admittedly, the meaning of this poem is fairly straight forward. I do hope, though, that as you read that you will at least take care to pay attention to the symbolism used in the second and third stanzas. While blatant, taking note of these rhetorical devices and understanding their purposes and why they work to those purposes is a key step in becoming a more knowing and generally capable reader of poetry.

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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Sonnet III

III

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother,
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live, rememer'd not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.


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Sonnet II

II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
They youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst  answer, 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.


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Sonnet I

I
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decrease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's freshest ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

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The Sonnet and Elizabethan Sonneteers

The Sonnet and Elizabethan Sonneteers
an excerpt from "The Yale Shakespeare, The Complete Works" 1993 ed.

"It was Petrarch (1307-1374) who made the sonnet the most popular form of the lyric during the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. Though sonnets had been written before him, notably by Dante, the vogue of Petrarch, overshadowing that of all other lyric poets ancient and modern, was carried far beyond 'this side idolatry.' His themes were love and beauty, a hopeless love thwarted by destiny and death. His followers and imitators were legion. Vagany, in his compendious bibliography of sixteenth-century French and Italian sonneteers, does not include them all, for no man has ever read them all or could survive if he made the attempt.

"Before the sonnet reached England, it came to France, where Ronsard and his contemporaries were deeply influenced by Italian poetry; and in Shakespeare's day it was largely through the French sonneteers that Petrarch affected English writers, though they made direct translations of Italian sonnets as well. The first English sonnets were written by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542) and Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1518-1547), and were first published after their death in Tottel's Miscellany, 1557. As might be presumed, both these poets were confirmed admirers of Petrarch, and their sonnets showed it.

"The sonnet of Petrarch, commonly called the Italian sonnet, is a poem of fourteen lines divided into two parts of eight and six lines, the octave and the sestet. The octave was written abbaabba, while the sestet could have two or three rhymes, arranged in no fixed order save that the last two lines should not rhyme together. In the octave a thought, an emotion, a picture is completely presented and the verse sentence, so to speak, comes to an end. In the sestet, the explanation, the comment, the summing up of the whole matter is given. Wyatt attempted the Italian form, but found it too difficult  to write correctly, and his sonnets end in rhymed couplets. Surrey, more of a stylist, devised a new and simpler form for the sonnet - three quatrains with a concluding couplet, and with no attempt to preserve the division of the octave and sestet. As a simple trial will prove, it is much harder to write a sonnet in the Italian form than to compose three quatrains and a couplet; and as Elizabethans prized fluency, they preferred Surrey's form. In Shakespeare it reached its greatest beauty so that Surrey's form is now often called the 'Shakespearean' sonnet. It is interesting to notice that at times Shakespeare makes the break in the thought between the eighth and ninth lines that the Italian sonnet writers observed. This will be seen in 'When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,' No. 29, or better still, in several sonnets printed together with the sestet beginning invariably with 'O,' Nos. 21-23, 71, 72, 76.

"Apart from Shakespeare, the Elizabethan sonnet sequences most worthy of study are Sidney's Astrophel and Stella, 1591, Daniel's Delia, 1592, Drayton's Idea, 1594, and Spenser's Armoretti, 1595. To read them, or even their finest passages, but makes more apparent the supremacy of Shakespeare."