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Poetry Midterm
Poems title, author, and structure
29
English
Undergraduate 2
10/18/2011

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Term
Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)
"The new Colossus"
*On the statue of liberty
*Sonnet -14 lines-10 syllables to each line
*Rhyme 1&4/2&3/5&8
Definition
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries
Term

Thomas Hardy(1840-1928)
"The Ruined Maid"
*Verbal irony, Sarcasm

The rhyme scheme is AABB, and the rhymes of the third and fourth lines are identical throughout the poem: prosperi-ty and she in the first quatrain,

Definition

"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?
And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?"--
"O didn't you know I'd been ruined?" said she.

--"You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,
Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;
And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three!"--
"Yes: that's how we dress when we're ruined," said she.

--"At home in the barton you said 'thee' and 'thou,'
And 'thik oon' and 'theäs oon' and 't'other'; but now
Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compan-ny!"--
"Some polish is gained with one's ruin," said she.

Term
Thomas Hardy
"Are you digging at my grave?"
*2 speakers
*written sequentially in order to prepare the reader for an unsettling ending.
Definition
"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'"
"Then who is digging on my grave,
My nearest dearest kin?"
-- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin.'"
Term
Emily Dickenson
"Wild nights, Wild nights"
*Literary friend thought the poem was inappropriate for a single woman
*poetry rough, doesn't flow easily
*filled with happy and sad moments
Definition

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Term
Emily Dickinson
"Because I could not stop for death"
*uses personification(sees death as a friendly young man)
*Last stanza moves ahead in time
Definition

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Term
Emily Dickinson
"After great pain a formal feeling comes"
*describing dealing with death (like being frozen to death)
Definition

After great pain a formal feeling comes--
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs;
The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore?
And yesterday--or centuries before?

The feet, mechanical, go round
A wooden way
Of ground, or air, or ought,
Regardless grown,
A quartz contentment, like a stone.

Term
Emily Dickinson
"The Narrow Fellow in the grass"
* about a new england snake
*disguises herself as a boy
Definition

A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.


The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Term
Emily Dickinson
"Some keep the sabbath going to church"
*Satire of people who went to church
Definition
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a Chorister -- And an Orchard, for a Dome -- Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice -- I just wear my Wings -- And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church, Our little Sexton -- sings.
Term
Emily Dickinson
"The Soul selects her own Society"
*about loving a private life and hating publicity
*personification of soul
*
Definition

The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.

Term
Robert Frost
"Stopping by woods on a Snowy Evening"
*conflict between 2 courses of action (watch the snow or keep going to fulfill his promise)
*repeats the last two lines as a motivation thing
*Simple languege and poetry
Definition
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
Term
Robert Frost
"The road not taken"
*Simple languege
*4Stanzas (5 lines to every stanza)
*talking about decisions and "what if"
Definition
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
Term
Robert Frost
"After apple picking"
*feelings of before and after apple picking
*humans are discontent creatures
*simple poetry and languege
Definition
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
Term
Shakespeare
"#18 shall I compare thee to a summers day"
*Complicated languege
*Sonnet (14 lines, 4 quatraint, couplet, rhyme 1&3 2&4, 10 syllables to a line [stronger accent on  even # lines)
*No he wont compare her because she is better
Definition
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Term

Shakespeare
"Sonnet 73That time of year thou mayst in me behold"

*Sonnet (14 lines, 4 quatraint, couplet, rhyme 1&3 2&4, 10 syllables to a line [stronger accent on  even # lines)
*about dying love affair

Definition
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Term
Shakespeare
"Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"
*sonnet
*mocking cliche poems
Definition
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 damasked, 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;
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.
Term
John Keats
"On first looking into Chapmans Homer"
*Sonnet different from shakespeare
* octave and sestet 2 dif thoughts
*Written 300 years after shakerspear and now about anything not just romance
Definition
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
 And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
 Round many western islands have I been
 Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
 Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
 That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne; 
 Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
 Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
 Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
 When a new planet swims into his ken;
 Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
 He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men
 Look'd at each other with a wild surmise —
 Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Term

Andrew Marvel (one of the poems on the exam)
"To His Coy Mistress"

*Poem about seduction, poet trying to seduce his girlfriend

*Personification about time, which has wings (time flies)


*Coy, meaning not being completely honest, deceptive, playfully pretending one thing but believing another

Definition
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
Term

Robert Browning
"My Last Dutchess"

*Dramatic monolog- one person speaking and the result has an emotional impact on the man who’s listening even though the man doesn’t say anything

* In the end of the poem he had her killed, didn’t get divorced because the Pope wouldn’t have allowed it…easier to use his authority as a Duke to have her killed “All the smiles stopped.”

Definition
That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said
“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not
Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps
Fra Pandolf chanced to say “Her mantle laps
Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint
Term

Edgar Allen Poe

"The Raven"

*A lot of literation
*Rhyming
* Techniques of sound effects
*Lore meaning magic, reading a book of old magic, mainly incantations (prayers summoning up the dead) more pagan

Wisdom cannot make you happy, often the reverse, this is Poe’s idea in this poem
* Can never take back knowledge
*He denies when the bird says nevermore
• Raises the question of the whole human race and what happens after death

Definition
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
Term

lizabeth Bishop
"The Fish"

*Narrative poem-that tells a story
* Free verse, no stanzas or rhyme
* Imagery-appeal to the senses (strong

• Raises the question, why do we kill animals for fun?
• We are not good neighbors to these creatures

Definition
I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled and barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
and infested
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
--the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly--
Term

James Dickey
"The Heaven of Animals"

Do animals have a concept of death?
• Says they have no souls, but have instincts
• Humans don’t really have instincts, but understanding and reasoning

Definition

Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.

Having no souls, they have come,
Anyway, beyond their knowing.
Their instincts wholly bloom
And they rise.
The soft eyes open.

To match them, the landscape flowers,
Outdoing, desperately
Outdoing what is required:
Thr richest wood,
The deepest field.

Term

Russell Edson
"Ape"

*Surrealistic
• Whimsical; jokester, goof on things

*We are way above the animal, but at the same tine way below; like we commit crimes they do not commit

Definition
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father,
who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers.

I've had enough monkey, cried father.

You didn't eat the hands, and I went to all the
trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother.

I'll just nibble on its forehead, and then I've had enough,
said father.

I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said
mother.

Why don't you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay
the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured
skull, the same singed fur; like someone who died horribly. These
aren't dinners, these are post-mortem dissections.
Term

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"The Aresenal at Springfield"
*
Anti-war message, opportunity for heroism
Final stanza imagines a world of peace, led by Christ, known as the prince of Peace

*Anti-war message, opportunity for heroism

*Can we make peace with our enemys?


Definition

This is the Arsenal.  From floor to ceiling, 
   Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; 
But front their silent pipes no anthem pealing 
   Startles the villages with strange alarms.

Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, 
   When the death-angel touches those swift keys 
What loud lament and dismal Miserere 
   Will mingle with their awful symphonies

Term

Wilfred Owen


"Ducle et Decorum Est"


*About a poison gas attack in WWI

* Ecstasy really meaning sheer terror, gas masks were not yet invented

*Someone didn’t get his gas mask on in time

Definition
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
 
Term

Robert Hayden

"Those Winter Sundays"

*(Last two lines)speaker is saying to himself is that he lacked understanding of how his father was showing him (the speaker) his deep and abiding love through all the things he did for him as a boy

*The focus of this poem is about the speaker looking back on his childhood, realizing that he did not give his father as much respect as he deserved. Though he feels regret about this, he does not lay the guilt or blame upon himself, for he accepts that he was only a child and did not know any better. 

Definition
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.


I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Term

William Blake
"The chimney sweeper" 
*Metaphor, repition , 

*tells readers to assist in preventing the moral decay of lower class painful existince/


Definition
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.

There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said,
"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."
Term

Lucille Clifton
"Homage to my hips"

*She uses a figurative metaphor “Hips” to represent her personal characteristics.

*She has powerful, mighty, and magic hips.

*She is proud of her body.

*She is an independent woman not to enslave to anyone even her husband

Definition

 

these hips are big hips.
they need space to 
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go 
they do what they want to do. 
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and 
spin him like a top 
Term

Gwendolyn Brooks
"The Mother"'

*this is a more nontraditional poem, varying in form, theme, tone, and style.
*One of the reasons why this poem is so modern is because of its difference in rhyme scheme from more traditional poems. 

Definition
Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that never handled the air.
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the sucking-thumb
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed
children.
I have contracted. I have eased
My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized
Your luck
And your lives from your unfinished reach,
If I stole your births and your names,
Term

William Blake
"The Tiger

* 8 syllables to a line
 Who created the tiger? Was it the kind and loving God who made the lamb? Or was it Satan? 


Definition
TIGER, tiger, burning bright 
In the forests of the night, 
What immortal hand or eye 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 

In what distant deeps or skies 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire? 
What the hand dare seize the fire? 

And what shoulder and what art 
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 
And when thy heart began to beat, 
What dread hand and what dread feet? 
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