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Lindsay Fernandez, Mattea Pechter, Caitlin Bryan
  "Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away." - Carl Sandburg, // Poetry Considered // ===Favorite Poem  ===

= Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein = =There is a place where the sidewalk ends = =And before the street begins, = =And there the grass grows soft and white, = =And there the sun burns crimson bright, = =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">And there the moon-bird rests from his flight = =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">To cool in the peppermint wind. = <span style="display: block; font-size: 70%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black = =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">And the street winds and bends. = =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow = =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, = =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">And watch where the chalk-white arrows go = =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">To the place where the sidewalk ends. = <span style="display: block; font-size: 70%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, = =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, = =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">For the children, they mark, and the children, they know = =<span style="display: block; font-size: 80%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">The place where the sidewalk ends. = =<span style="font-size: 90%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> = =<span style="font-size: 90%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> = =<span style="color: rgb(214, 60, 10); text-align: left; display: block; font-size: 110%;"> //<span style="font-size: 110%; color: rgb(229, 91, 46);">Analysis of Where the Sidewalk Ends // = <span style="color: rgb(214, 60, 10); text-align: left; display: block; font-size: 110%;">The poem "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein can be interpreted in several ways. One way of understanding it is that the place where the sidewalk ends is much better than where we are now. In the first stanza, Silverstein describes a Eutopia, where everything is beautiful and soft. Here, "the grass grows soft and white" and the "sun burns crimson bright". Here blows a "peppermint wind" in which the "moon-bird rests from his flight". This gives a mood of serenity and peace, and it illustrates the perfect place to relax and forget the horrors of the world.In the second stanza, the sidewalk takes us away from "where the smoke blows black" and "past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow" to the wonderful place introduced in the first stanza. By contrast, the Eutopia is made out to seem much better than the polution and concrete. A "walk that is measured and slow" is the mode of transportation in the poem, giving the mood of tranquility, not a rush. "The chalk-white arrows" lead the way, and "the children, they mark, and the children, they know the place where the sidewalk ends". Here, Silverstein suggests that people of today should take on children's youthful innocence, instead of being corrupt and polluting our earth. Trusting the children to lead the way is the best choice if you want to achieve happiness in the beautiful place where the sidewalk ends. <span style="color: rgb(214, 60, 10); text-align: left; display: block;">

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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 110%; text-align: center; display: block;">"Part of poetry's usefulness in the world is that it pays some of our huge unpaid tribute to the things and creatures that share the earth with us." - Galway Kinnell <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; display: block;"> ==<span style="display: block; font-size: 160%; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(80, 22, 80);">Classic Poem <span style="display: block; font-size: 160%; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; text-align: center; color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"> ==

<span style="display: block; font-size: 140%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Blackberry Eating by Galway Kinnell <span style="display: block; font-size: 105%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black 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 tongue, as words sometime 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. <span style="display: block; font-size: 106%; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;">



<span style="color: rgb(229, 91, 46); font-size: 145.2%; text-align: center; display: block;">**//Analysis of Blackberry Eating//** <span style="display: block; font-size: 116.6%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left; color: rgb(229, 91, 46);"> Blackberry Eating is a poem with no pattern or rhymes. It uses visuals and stimulates the senses to make the reader feel like they are "eating blackberries in late September". It uses colors to simulate sight and icy and prickly for touch. Kinnell is known for writing poems about simple pleasures that he believes should not go unnoticed. Blackberry Eating is an example of this, but also has a greater meaning. Kinnell compare blackberries to words, the way they "fall almost unbidden to my tongue". He describes the way words come out of his mouth almost uncontrollably, and how some are "certain peculiar words". "The silent, startled, icy, black language of blackberry" could possibly refer to the arts of black magic or witchcraft. "The stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art" also refers to the punishment for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Blackberry Eating also explains the creative use of words, the way one can "squeeze, squinch open, and splurge" them into their own unique writing style. Galway Kinnell does this in his own writing and encourages it as well.

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Dreaming At first there is nothing, nothing to see Nothing to want, and nothing to be You're not who you are, you'll be who you will The day is behind us, with night air will fill Changing out path, taking us out To places that we know nothing about.

There's a whirlwind of colors, sights, and sounds Bringing you under, way under ground The lights and haze blind you, there's nobody there You're lost and confused, but you don't much care Running and jumping, chasing your goal You don't know what it is, but its there in your soul.

You come to a place, mysterious and cold Full of your memories, some new and some old So many doors, leading to so many places Taking you out for new people and spaces Things winding down, still so many choices to make You feel yourself falling, and you are awake.

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<span style="display: block; text-align: center; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;"> What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure? I think it is the hope of loving, or being loved. -Meister Eckhart

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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 103%;"> The Climb by Miley Cyrus <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 80%; text-align: center; display: block;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center; font-size: 101%;">I can almost see it That dream I am dreaming But there's a voice inside my head saying "You'll never reach it"

Every step I'm taking Every move I make feels Lost with no direction My faith is shaking

But I gotta keep trying Gotta keep my head held high

There's always gonna be another mountain I'm always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be a uphill battle Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waiting on the other side It's the climb

The struggles I'm facing The chances I'm taking Sometimes might knock me down But no, I'm not breaking

I may not know it But these are the moments that I'm gonna remember most, yeah Just gotta keep going And I, I got to be strong Just keep pushing on

'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain I'm always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be a uphill battle Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waiting on the other side It's the climb, yeah!

There's always gonna be another mountain I'm always gonna wanna make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Somebody's gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waiting on the other side It's the climb, yeah!

Keep on moving, keep climbing Keep the faith, baby It's all about, it's all about the climb Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa

<span style="color: rgb(229, 91, 46); font-size: 145.2%; text-align: center; display: block;">**//Analysis of The Climb//** <span style="font-size: 105%; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(229, 91, 46); text-align: left; display: block;"> Miley Cyrus is a young star but has gone though a lot. This song is about her struggles throughout her life so far. In the first stanza of the song she says that she has a dream but she keeps thinking to herself that she will "never reach it". This expresses her own self doubt about whether she has the ability to achieve her goals. The next stanza of the poem says how she is trying to achieve this goal, but every thing she does is not working and she feels like the hope of her dream happening is fading. She says she needs to keep trying, keeping her "head held high", and not care what the rest of the world says about her and never give up. During the chorus of the song, she says that there will always be problems and hardships she will have to face, and even if she wants to make them all go away, things will not always work out. She needs to take her time and whatever happens, "it's the climb" meaning it's life and its not always going to be easy. The stanza following the first chorus is again saying how she faces problems and makes decisions that occasionally have had negative consequences and "sometimes might knock [her] down". She says again that she still will not give up and keep going. Miley then talks about "the moments that [she is] gonna remember most"; in other words her teenage years which some people say are "the time of your life". The rest of the song is mainly repetition of the verses earlier in the song. The main theme of these lyrics is that life is a climb and no matter how hard it gets, if you keep going and care less about what other people think of you, you can reach your dreams. = =