Group+9-2

= Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. ~Christopher Fry =

__Period 9__ //By Sarah, Tyler and Cody// Sitting here in this straight black, straight back chair, There’s a blank screen before me, at which I just stare. What to write? That’s a good question. I want something new, that’s never been mentioned. There’s a class full of students with the same idea in mind, Sitting at trapezoidal tables and losing time.

Chattering, Prattling Keyboards are rattling. Many have ideas, though we need a smattering. Some write of freedom, some of kites. All sit and type on the whites. The clock outside says 11:59, But we all know that that’s not the real time. And yet here we sit wasting all the time online. Working on making our thoughts align.

An idea! Yes! Our trio high-fives. It has the potential to change our lives. But suddenly, it’s 2:25. Put it all away, leave and away the bus drives. A Famous Poem; __A Poison Tree__ //By William Blake// I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears Night and morning with my tears, And I sunned it with smiles And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine -

And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning, glad, I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

Analysis: William Blake uses this poem to demonstrate how anger can grow just as a tree grows. The tree is an analogy for anger. Even though he uses a simple rhyme scheme, he clearly states his point: that animosity needs to be dealt with and cannot be allowed to grow into what eventually leaves it's focal point "outstretched beneath the tree." Blake is obviously trying to promote peace and he leave an easy way to obtain it. He makes it clear in the first stanza that anger only grows when it is left untold.

From the textbook; __Blackberry Eating__ //By Galway Kinnell// I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries fall almost unbidden to my tongue, as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words like //strengths // or //squinched, // many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps, which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well in the silent startled, icy, black language of blackberry-eating in late September

Analysis for Blackberry Eating: Galway Kinnel shows in his poems, including Blackberry Eating, his love for nature and of words. He describes the blackberries with a loving voice "the fat, overripe, icy, blackberries" as if there was nothing better then that. This is also evidence in the blatant statement "I love to go out in late September among the... blackberries". He states his love for words throughout this piece. He provides a bridge between them with the simile: "the ripest berries fall almost unbidden from my tongue, as words sometimes do. Kinnel also seems to especially enjoy what he calls "peculiar" words. Kinnel shows repetition throughout his piece. "Late September" is repeated. With this poem, Kinnell was able to demonstrate his intense and uncontainable joy for nature and how it plays a roll in his writing.

Favorite Song; Faust, Midas, and Myself //By Jon Foreman// This one's about a dream I had last night How an old man tracked me home And stepped inside Put his foot inside the door And gave a crooked smile Something in his eyes Something in his laugh Something in his voice That made my skin crawl off

Said I've seen you here before I know your name How you could have your pick Of pretty things You could have it all Everything at once Everything you've seen Everything you'll need Everything you've ever had in fantasies

You've one life You've one life You've one life left to lead(x2)

I woke up from my dream As a golden man With a girl I've never seen With Golden skin I jumped up to my feet She asked me what was wrong I began to scream I don't think this is me Is this just a dream Or really happening?

You've one life You've one life You've one life left to lead(x2)

What direction? What direction? I'm splitting up I'm splitting up This is my personal disaffection!

What direction? What direction? What direction now?

I looked outside the glass At golden shores Golden ships and masts With golden cords As my reflection passed I hated what I saw The Golden eyes were dead A thought passed through my head A heart that's made of gold can't really beat at all

I wanted to wake up again I wanted to wake up again Without a touch of gold Without a touch of gold

What direction?(x6) Life begins at the intersection What direction? What direction? What direction now?

I woke up as before But the gold was gone My wife was at the door With a night robe on My heart beat once or twice And life flooded my veins Everything had changed My lungs had found their voice And what was once routine Was now the perfect joy

You've one life You've one life One life left to lead Analysis: This song discusses how riches and fame are unnecessary for contentment. It talks about a dream the speaker had. In this dream, an old man follows him home and tells him that he could have "Everything at once. Everything you've seen. Everything you'll need .Everything you've ever had in fantasies." He then supposedly wakes up to find he was "a golden man" and that everything around him is golden. This is a metaphor. The gold represents luxury. He seems to have awakened in the world that he was promised by the old man. For a moment, he thinks he is happy but then realizes that nothing is how he wants it to be. Then he reasons with himself that a "heart that's made of gold can't really beat at all." This is symbolism stating that those who live in luxury are living a real life. Following this realization, he wakes up again to find that the gold world was a dream as well. When he realizes that it all was a dream, he is immediately relieved and sees that "what was once routine was now the perfect joy." Writer Jon Foreman challenges the audience in the chorus when he asks "What direction?... Life begins as the intersection." He drive this point home when he repeatedly says, "You've one life left to lead." The whole point of this song is to remind the audience that fame and luxury is not all that it appears to be and to ask if they want to pursue a life of luxury or a life of meaning.

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