The Nymphs Reply to the Shepherd
Sir Walter Raleigh
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten
In folly ripe, in season rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Poetry Assignment DIDLS
I SAW IN LOUISIANA A LIVE-OAK GROWING
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches;
Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself;
But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone there, without its friend, its lover near--for I knew I could not;
And broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss,
And brought it away--and I have placed it in sight in my room;
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
(For I believe lately I think of little else than them:)
Yet it remains to me a curious token--it makes me think of manly love;
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana, solitary, in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life, without a friend, a lover, near,
I know very well I could not.
© 2002 Poetry-Archive.com
ANALYSIS:
This poem's DIDLS are strongly represented. The diction in this poem represents loneliness. Some examples of this are "without its friend, solitary, wide flat space", those words all connote loneliness and despair. The imagery in this poem represents strength in being alone. The oak grows joyous leaves throughout it's entire life while standing there in solitude, which would make a normal person miserable. The oak, however, is mighty in the face of weakness. The poem is a great example of strong diction.
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches;
Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself;
But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone there, without its friend, its lover near--for I knew I could not;
And broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss,
And brought it away--and I have placed it in sight in my room;
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
(For I believe lately I think of little else than them:)
Yet it remains to me a curious token--it makes me think of manly love;
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana, solitary, in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life, without a friend, a lover, near,
I know very well I could not.
© 2002 Poetry-Archive.com
ANALYSIS:
This poem's DIDLS are strongly represented. The diction in this poem represents loneliness. Some examples of this are "without its friend, solitary, wide flat space", those words all connote loneliness and despair. The imagery in this poem represents strength in being alone. The oak grows joyous leaves throughout it's entire life while standing there in solitude, which would make a normal person miserable. The oak, however, is mighty in the face of weakness. The poem is a great example of strong diction.
Poetry Assignment Picture
FACING WEST FROM CALIFORNIA'S SHORES
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
Facing west from California's shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar,
Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circled;
For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero,
From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and the spice islands,
Long having wander'd since, round the earth having wander'd,
Now I face home again, very pleas'd and joyous,
(But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?)
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar,
Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circled;
For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero,
From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and the spice islands,
Long having wander'd since, round the earth having wander'd,
Now I face home again, very pleas'd and joyous,
(But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?)
© 2002 Poetry-Archive.com
ANALYSIS:
This poem is about the end of a journey, that journey being life. This poem mentions different places that one would visit over the course of a lifetime. The picture that I chose was a picture of land from a distance out at sea but the land was visible and it shows that the voyage is almost over. I think that one is relieved when they see land after a long journey at sea. The picture and the poem are related by what they convey. They both is some way show the end of a voyage or some sort of journey.
Poetry Assignment Personal Response
ON THE BEACH AT NIGHT
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.
From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.
Weep not, child,Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.
Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?
Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
© 2002 Poetry-Archive.com
ANALYSIS:
This poems speaks to me on a spiritual level. sometimes I feel like the little girl in the poem. She has no hope that the stars in the sky that she is observing will be back the nights after she observes them in the sky. She only knows what she sees, that the clouds are overtaking the wonderful stars in the night sky. Sometimes I can only relate to the obvious things and I cannot relate to things that I cannot see or touch.
The little girl is lucky to have such a caring father on her side. He is there to comfort her and to make her feel like she has nothing to worry about. He also tells her about the possibility of higher spiritual beings and questions her about her beliefs. I can relate to this because I would feel better because I like to have people question me and I like to defend my beliefs. I also like to have people there to comfort me and be there for me when I need someone.
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.
From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.
Weep not, child,Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.
Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?
Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
© 2002 Poetry-Archive.com
ANALYSIS:
This poems speaks to me on a spiritual level. sometimes I feel like the little girl in the poem. She has no hope that the stars in the sky that she is observing will be back the nights after she observes them in the sky. She only knows what she sees, that the clouds are overtaking the wonderful stars in the night sky. Sometimes I can only relate to the obvious things and I cannot relate to things that I cannot see or touch.
The little girl is lucky to have such a caring father on her side. He is there to comfort her and to make her feel like she has nothing to worry about. He also tells her about the possibility of higher spiritual beings and questions her about her beliefs. I can relate to this because I would feel better because I like to have people question me and I like to defend my beliefs. I also like to have people there to comfort me and be there for me when I need someone.
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