There Was A Child Went Forth

In this poem I think Whitman is talking about how the child had all these experiences and memories that became a part of him to stay with him forever. As the child experienced something it became forever engraved in the child's brain and therefor a part of him. I connect to this because I try to experience as many things as possible and store them in my memory to learn from them. The more we experience the more we learn and maybe that is what Whitman is trying to say.

Emily Dickinson's Garden Of Poetry

The Bee

 

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush

I hear the level bee:

A jar across the flowers goes,

Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault

Their chivalry consumes,

While he, victorious, tilts away

To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,

His helmet is of gold;

His breast, a single onyx

With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,

His idleness a tune;

Oh, for a bee's experience

Of clovers and of noon!

 

- Emily Dickinson

Dickinson shows her love and appreciation for nature and wildlife in this poem. The way she describes the bee you can tell that she holds it in high regard. You can tell that she has carefully observed bees before and she truly enjoys it.

Transcendental Vs Antitranscendental

I personally enjoy the antitranscendental writers over the transcendental writers. I think they are more bold and willing to veer off the path and go their own way. They do not do what society wants them to do. In a lot of their stories I feel like we can find great morals. Like in "The Scarlett Letter" she turned that punishment into a bold statement of individuality. I think the antitranscendental writers that we have learned about our amazing individuals with incredible imaginations.

Christmas Break.

I am all caught up in my blogs just in time for Christmas Break. I am looking forward to a nice, little break from school and then a fun second semester in English.

What Were You Thinking, Edgar?

There was a faint voice that could be heard and then another and another. Soon the faint voices escalated into nearby yells and screams. It sounded like fights were breaking out and people running by. Could this be the French Army here to save me and any others who may be held prisoner? Surely it must be and I look up to see an outstretched hand reaching toward me. I reach up to grab the hand and as my hand reaches my rescuer's hand I feel nothing. I look again and the hand is gone. As I sit in silence I realize there is no noise, no talking, and surely no screams or fighting. Everything is black! Everything is black, always has been black and always will be black. I am sick of the black! I quickly get up and walk to the edge of the pit and without a second thought I dive in. I dive into the blackness to forever remain in the blackness that I hate.

Gothiclight.

Team Poe.
I give a lot of respect to Edgar Allan Poe because although his poems are dark and often unbearably sad they always relate back to his personal life. He takes the saddest parts of his life and turns them into his best stories. He is able to take his pain and create a beautiful work of art through his hardship and struggle. Through his pain he is able to share with us and connect to us giving us all a better understanding of what he was going through. He makes us understand him better as a person and ourselves as well and that is an artists main goal. He shows us the world through his eyes and does a great job at doing so. His descriptive writing and intelligence shown through his writings just add to his ability to create amazing poems and stories.

Romantic Poem Reflection

I enjoyed "The Skeleton in Armor" after I fully understood what the story really meant. When I first read the poem it really did not make much sense to me but after we went over it in class I had a better understanding of the poem and what it was about. It was the story of an all mighty Viking who fell in love with non other than the princess of the land. He wished to marry the princess but the king would not have his daughter marrying a barbaric Viking. So that night the Viking and princess ran away together and sailed away to their own tower to live in. The princess soon had a baby and dies after giving birth. The Viking is so distraught over the death of his one true love that he commits suicide and the story ends there. Its a sad story but an interesting one too. Its amazing how the story seems like it means nothing and then we go over it in class and now I have a whole new look on not only that story but that author as well.