{"content":{"sharePage":{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"39403110","dateCreated":"1306103395","smartDate":"May 22, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"Linndzy","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/Linndzy","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1290198368\/Linndzy-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39403110"},"dateDigested":1531973988,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"\"A Blessing\" ","description":"A Blessing
\nby James Wright
\n
\n
\nJust off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
\nTwilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
\nAnd the eyes of those two Indian ponies
\nDarken with kindness.
\nThey have come gladly out of the willows
\nTo welcome my friend and me.
\nWe step over the barbed wire into the pasture
\nWhere they have been grazing all day, alone.
\nThey ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
\nThat we have come.
\nThey bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
\nThere is no loneliness like theirs.
\nAt home once more,
\nThey begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
\nI would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
\nFor she has walked over to me
\nAnd nuzzled my left hand.
\nShe is black and white,
\nHer mane falls wild on her forehead,
\nAnd the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
\nThat is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
\nSuddenly I realize
\nThat if I stepped out of my body I would break
\nInto blossom.
\n
\n
\n\u201cA Blessing\u201d is a short poem about two ponies. The poem portrays feminine nature, "she has walked over to me" \u2026 "her mane" \u2026 "her long ear"; and it is interesting that the whole scene takes place representing and using imagery of the female nature, "her long ear \/ That is delicate as the skin over a girl\u2019s wrist." This poem also portrays happiness in the words that it uses to describe emotion and feeling; the words that he uses are positive and happy to be where he is seeing the things that he is seeing. His anxiety over death is also reveled in the last three lines of the poem. The abrupt conclusion suggests certain realizations: when he dies, he will not simply disappear, because the human body contains something invisible and strong that the reductive scientists do not speak of. It is a first person narrative, as James Wright describes the sights that he is seeing and telling us what is going on from his perspective and describing his sentiments towards what is happening. It is fitting that the poem doesn\u2019t rhyme because it fits better the story telling feel of the poem, making it much more realistic and understandable.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39324480","dateCreated":"1305863853","smartDate":"May 19, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"mekster","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/mekster","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1222961126\/mekster-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39324480"},"dateDigested":1531973988,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"response","description":"North to Parowan Gap
\n
\nTurn right up there
\nand get off these pavements
\nthere aint no sense
\nto holding up the traffic
\nand we aint hurrying
\nyou just turn there and that dirt road
\ngoes out to the Gap
\nwhere them Indins wrote on them rocks
\nI remember the first time
\nI ever got drunk. Me and my brother
\nwe was following this branch back home in Misippi
\nwhen we seen a trail leading off
\nand he knew but I didn't
\nhe's oldern I was and been down them trails
\nso's we went down and found it
\nany time you find a trail off a branch
\nyou follow it . . .
\n
\nThe poem by David Lee suggests the innocence in the drinking. The misconception that drinking do not go well together is taken into a different direction by Lee as he explores the idea of discovery within state of mind. Driving while drunk is obviously dangerous, but the poem, in its comical form, describes that drunkenness can truly bring a new view on life. Following new patterns and unknown trails while in a state of ecstasy offers a newfound happiness and doubt unknown to the monotonous state of soberness. This is why you must always follow a trail off a branch while drunk. The form of the poem certainly strengthens the message, clearly mimicking the drunken state of the narrator. With its clumsy words such as \u201cMisippi\u201d and \u201coldern\u201d, the poem truly gives the reader a sense of how drunk the narrator truly is, thus magnifying the whole purpose of the poem. The randomness in the lines shows that there is no structure, just as a drunken person loses all sense of form and understanding. The spontaneous form of long and short lines makes the poem different and catchy. Honestly, it grabs your attention more than a poem written in perfectly calculated stanzas and verses.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39320354","dateCreated":"1305857068","smartDate":"May 19, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"AmandaTrejos","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/AmandaTrejos","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39320354"},"dateDigested":1531973988,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"amanda trejos","description":""Loveliest of Trees" by A. E. Housman
\nLoveliest of trees, the cherry now
\nIs hung with bloom along the bough,
\nAnd stands about the woodland ride
\nWearing white for Eastertide.
\n
\nNow, of my threescore years and ten,
\nTwenty will not come again,
\nAnd take from seventy springs a score,
\nIt only leaves me fifty more.
\n
\nAnd since to look at things in bloom
\nFifty springs are little room,
\nAbout the woodlands I will go
\nTo see the cherry hung with snow.
\n
\nThis poem expresses the desire for this man to be able to see a cherry tree covered with snow before he dies. He knows he has little time left and so he will do anything it takes to see such a beautiful tree before his time comes. The form of this poem consists on these things: the narrative is a protagonist. It is a man telling the reader that he wishes to see such a magnificent tree once again. The theme of the poem is longing and eagerness because the man says he is not twenty any more and that he doesn\u2019t have enough time. In order to make things better he will travel the woodlands until he gets what he has wanted to see for so long. This poem also includes rhythm and rhyme, for example, now and bough, score and more and go and snow.
\nThe way this poem is written tells us a lot about the message behind it. The way the author makes the man\u2019s age be compared to flowers tells a lot on how close he is to the tree and to nature. He says he has seventy springs, fifty springs are little room and he makes things be better by looking in the bright side, \u201cAnd since to look at things in bloom.\u201d","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39316936","dateCreated":"1305852768","smartDate":"May 19, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"jsutton26","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/jsutton26","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1222961183\/jsutton26-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39316936"},"dateDigested":1531973988,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"The Portait by Stanley Kunitz","description":"
\nMy mother never forgave my father
\nfor killing himself,
\nespecially at such an awkward time
\nand in a public park,
\nthat spring
\nwhen I was waiting to be born.
\nShe locked his name
\nin her deepest cabinet
\nand would not let him out,
\nthough I could hear him thumping.
\nWhen I came down from the attic
\nwith the pastel portrait in my hand
\nof a long-lipped stranger
\nwith a brave moustache
\nand deep brown level eyes,
\nshe ripped it into shreds
\nwithout a single word
\nand slapped me hard.
\nIn my sixty-fourth year
\nI can feel my cheek
\nstill burning.
\n
\nIn this poem you can observe how the author, Stanley Kunitz, plays with the readers mind in order to accomplish the meaning he gives us. For example, in the quote \u201cShe locked his name\/ in her deepest cabinet\u201d. In my opinion, this quote demonstrates how the mother took his father\u2019s name or identity and refused it to keep living. She hid his identity from his son and from herself. Also The thumping of the father in the attic is actually the kids curiosity or suspiciousness in what is in the attic. In the poem, the mother takes away his name in the way of taking away his identity, but when the son finds the portrait, he describes the stranger very detailed, in a way, giving back his father\u2019s identity. When the mom slaps the kid it gives him a sense that the person was someone who is in relation with him because at first the man is described as a stranger. The son also describes the slap that his mom gave him to be something that still hurts him after 64 years demonstrating how he still has his resentment over what happened that day. In this poem I also believe that it has a structure in which the last words of every line, verse are key words in importance in the poem.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39308854","dateCreated":"1305843179","smartDate":"May 19, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"ereiche","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/ereiche","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1226183145\/ereiche-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39308854"},"dateDigested":1531973988,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Beyond The Years...Erik","description":"Beyond the Years
\nBy Paul Laurence Dunbar
\n
\nI
\n
\nBeyond the years the answer lies,
\nBeyond where brood the grieving skies
\n And Night drops tears.
\nWhere Faith rod-chastened smiles to rise
\n And doff its fears,
\nAnd carping Sorrow pines and dies\u2014
\n Beyond the years.
\n
\nII
\n
\nBeyond the years the prayer for rest
\nShall beat no more within the breast;
\n The darkness clears,
\nAnd Morn perched on the mountain's crest
\n Her form uprears\u2014
\nThe day that is to come is best,
\n Beyond the years.
\n
\nIII
\n
\nBeyond the years the soul shall find
\nThat endless peace for which it pined,
\n For light appears,
\nAnd to the eyes that still were blind
\n With blood and tears,
\nTheir sight shall come all unconfined
\n Beyond the years.
\n
\n\u201cBeyond the Years\u201d by Paul Laurence Dunbar, is a well-written and strong poem, which content is reflected by the form utilized. This poem is about the graduation, where a successful son has finally moved forwards in life\u2019s journey and has begun to fly. Throughout this whole poem, themes like happiness, success, celebration, and moving forward, sculpt such beautiful messages and images. Paul Laurence clearly transmits and gives life to these themes with many techniques. The words chosen for this poem clearly reflect numerous themes. The repetition of the phrase \u201cbeyond the years\u201d expresses a sense of success. In other words, the use of this phrase emphasizes the long and hard path one had to go through in order to finally graduate. The use of strong phrases and words also resemble the other themes like happiness and celebration. Phrases like \u201cdoff it fears\u201d, \u201cNight drops tears\u201d, and \u201cthe darkness clears\u201d show that after some hard and long years, one has finally graduated, causing immense happiness. By using figures of speech, the author expresses the theme of moving forward through clever and unique images. Figures of speech like \u201cBeyond where brood the grieving skies\u201d resemble natures\u2019 natural course, where an animal reaches a point where it must continue on their own, since it is ready to flourish. The poem also utilizes an evident rhyme, which is responsible of giving a stable and clear rhythm to the poem. Such stable rhythm can resemble the clear and establish path, which one has to follow in order to graduate. Without these incredible word choices, figures of speech and themes, \u201cBeyond this years\u201d wouldn\u2019t be as strong, impressive, or heart-touching.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[],"more":0}]},{"id":"39250556","dateCreated":"1305762915","smartDate":"May 18, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"hansel.andrew","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/hansel.andrew","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39250556"},"dateDigested":1531973988,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"will's response","description":"
\nThe Raven
\n\u00a0
\nby\u00a0Edgar Allan Poe
\n
\nOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
\nOver many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
\nWhile I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
\nAs of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door--
\n"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
\n Only this and nothing more."
\n
\nAh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
\nAnd each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
\nEagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
\nFrom my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
\nFor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
\n Nameless here for evermore.
\n
\nAnd the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
\nThrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
\nSo that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
\n"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
\nSome late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
\n This it is and nothing more."
\n
\nPresently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
\n"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
\nBut the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
\nAnd so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
\nThat I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door;----
\n Darkness there and nothing more.
\n
\nDeep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
\nDoubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
\nBut the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
\nAnd the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
\nThis I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
\n Merely this and nothing more.
\n
\nBack into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
\nSoon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
\n"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
\nLet me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
\nLet my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
\n 'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
\n
\nOpen here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
\nIn there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
\nNot the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
\nBut, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
\nPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
\n Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
\n
\nThen this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
\nBy the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
\n"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
\nGhastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
\nTell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
\n Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
\n
\nMuch I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
\nThough its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
\nFor we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
\nEver yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door--
\nBird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
\n With such name as "Nevermore."
\n
\nBut the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
\nThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
\nNothing further then he uttered--not a feather then he fluttered--
\nTill I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before--
\nOn the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
\n Then the bird said "Nevermore."
\n
\nStartled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
\n"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
\nCaught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
\nFollowed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
\nTill the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
\n Of 'Never--nevermore.'"
\n
\nBut the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
\nStraight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
\nThen, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
\nFancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
\nWhat this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
\n Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
\n
\nThis I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
\nTo the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
\nThis and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
\nOn the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
\nBut whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
\n She shall press, ah, nevermore!
\n
\nThen, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
\nSwung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
\n"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
\nRespite--respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
\nQuaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
\n Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
\n
\n"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
\nWhether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
\nDesolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
\nOn this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
\nIs there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
\n Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
\n
\n"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
\nBy that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
\nTell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
\nIt shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
\nClasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
\n Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
\n
\n"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
\n"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
\nLeave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
\nLeave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
\nTake thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
\n Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
\n
\nAnd the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
\nOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
\nAnd his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
\nAnd the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
\nAnd my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
\n Shall be lifted--nevermore!
\n
\n The allegoric elements of this poem reflect the gloomy and creepy experience. At the end of each stanza the author repeats the last word as \u201cnevermore.\u201d This content of the poem is intense because it reminds us that most humans are afraid of Ravens because they're sleek and black and mysterious. Poe also uses the word nevermore meaning \u201cnever again\u201d or the end. This poem is a frightening poem because the meter and the word choice are so dark and haunting. Poe chose words such as \u201cominous\u201d, \u201cevil prophet\u201d and \u201cwondering, fearing\u201d to give the reader imagery of despair. These words also set the tone of the poem. This allegory uses the powerful symbol of the raven as society watching over the everyday person.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"39281276","body":"Will,
\n
\nLet's go over this in class so that we can fix it up together... Find me...
\n
\nThanks,
\n
\nWebster","dateCreated":"1305816406","smartDate":"May 19, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"39246012","dateCreated":"1305757336","smartDate":"May 18, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"arifishman95","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/arifishman95","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39246012"},"dateDigested":1531973989,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"The war works hard.","description":"How magnificent the war is!
\nHow eager
\nand efficient!
\nEarly in the morning,
\nit wakes up the sirens
\nand dispatches ambulances
\nto various places,
\nswings corpses through the air,
\nrolls stretchers to the wounded,
\nsummons rain
\nfrom the eyes of mothers,
\ndigs into the earth
\ndislodging many things
\nfrom under the ruins...
\nSome are lifeless and glistening,
\nothers are pale and still throbbing...
\nIt produces the most questions
\nin the minds of children,
\nentertains the gods
\nby shooting fireworks and missiles
\ninto the sky,
\nsows mines in the fields
\nand reaps punctures and blisters,
\nurges families to emigrate,
\nstands beside the clergymen
\nas they curse the devil
\n(poor devil, he remains
\nwith one hand in the searing fire)...
\nThe war continues working, day and night.
\nIt inspires tyrants
\nto deliver long speeches,
\nawards medals to generals
\nand themes to poets.
\nIt contributes to the industry
\nof artificial limbs,
\nprovides food for flies,
\nadds pages to the history books,
\nachieves equality
\nbetween killer and killed,
\nteaches lovers to write letters,
\naccustoms young women to waiting,
\nfills the newspapers
\nwith articles and pictures,
\nbuilds new houses
\nfor the orphans,
\ninvigorates the coffin makers,
\ngives grave diggers
\na pat on the back
\nand paints a smile on the leader's face.
\nThe war works with unparalleled diligence!
\nYet no one gives it
\na word of praise.
\n
\nThe form of this poem reflects the content in a very apt way. Right at the beginning of the poem, we can see the alliteration of the word \u201cHow\u201d. Since the most important theme of the content is the war, and its effects, we (as readers) could interpret this alliteration as a rhetorical question of how is it that war happens and how are the positive effects possible. It would be just like as if the author described the theme, but cant actually understand it. Furthermore we see that it has no actually and melodic rhythm. Instead, the form could be considered to be disorganized and chaotic just as war is. Also, it lacks of rhymes. There is not even one single rhyme in the whole poem. This could be made by the author in order to reflect the lack of fluency war, its causes and its effects have. In addition, we see through out the whole poem, that the last word of each verse is either about nature, humanity or supernatural means. This remarks the relation between the three aspects, and how they are affected by war. Even though the poem has an acid and sarcastic feeling beyond the lines, the metaphors and the similes also express the hypocrite content. Finally, I want to note that the structure of the verses in the poem as a whole, form a pattern similar than the one traced in a cardiac monitor in the hospital. This gives an insight to the (lack of) importance on life in war.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"39281180","body":"Thanks Ari,
\n
\nThe ideas here are good but there are quite a few mistakes, grammatically... perhaps you could go through it again, carefully, and correct what you can and then I can help you out with the rest...
\n
\nThanks,
\n
\nWebster","dateCreated":"1305816347","smartDate":"May 19, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}},{"id":"39346382","body":"The form of this poem reflects the content in a very apt way. Right at the beginning of the poem, we can see the alliteration of the word \u201cHow\u201d. Since the most important theme of the poem is the war and its effects, we (as readers) could interpret this alliteration as a rhetorical question of how it is that war happens and what are the positive effects. It would be just like as if the author described the theme, but can\u2019t actually understand it. Furthermore, we see that it has no melodic rhythm. Instead, the form could be considered to be disorganized and chaotic just as war is. Also, it lacks rhymes. There is not even a single rhyme in the whole poem. This could be done by the author in order to reflect the lack of fluency in war, its causes and its effects. In addition, we see throughout the whole poem, that the last word of each verse is either about nature, humanity or supernatural means. This remarks the relationship between the three aspects, and how they are affected by war. Even though the poem has an acid and sarcastic feeling beyond the lines, the metaphors and the similes also express the hypocrite content. Finally, the structure of the verses in the poem as a whole forms a pattern similar than the one traced in a cardiac monitor in the hospital. This gives an insight to the (lack of) importance on life in war.","dateCreated":"1305909975","smartDate":"May 20, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"arifishman95","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/arifishman95","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"39200776","dateCreated":"1305692319","smartDate":"May 17, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"cfgonzalez94","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/cfgonzalez94","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39200776"},"dateDigested":1531973989,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) ","description":"How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
\n\u00a0
\nby Elizabeth Barrett Browning
\n
\nHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
\nI love thee to the depth and breadth and height
\nMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
\nFor the ends of being and ideal grace.
\nI love thee to the level of every day's
\nMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
\nI love thee freely, as men strive for right.
\nI love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
\nI love thee with the passion put to use
\nIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
\nI love thee with a love I seemed to lose
\nWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
\nSmiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
\nI shall but love thee better after death.
\n
\nContent: what it says
\nForm: how it says it
\n
\nLove: word choice
\nLove: figures of speech (hyperbole)
\nLove: repetition of words
\n
\n The poem How Do I Love Thee is a great example of how the content of a poem reflects the form of the poem. This specific poem talks about unconditional love and how it cannot be measured. The narrative truly expresses the love that somebody feels towards another person. The content can be easily seen, there is no other point of view that might say that this poem is not about love. The first way that the content is reflected by the form is that the author uses wise word choices. The author uses words such as love, soul, passion, and faith that fall directly into the category of love. Not only does the author use words such as these but she also repeats them frequently in order to restate the point. This produces only one effect on the audience which is to understand the passion that the author is trying to flourish. In addition, the author also uses figure of speeches, specifically hyperboles. Hyperboles that spark even more passion and desires for the author to continue reading. In conclusion, both words and figures of speech both reflect the form of this poem.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"39241278","body":"Alright Carlos,
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\nBut I want to push you a little... what else in the form of the poem, beside word choice and figure of speech, reflects the theme of love?
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1305752397","smartDate":"May 18, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}},{"id":"39253896","body":"The frequent phrase that states I love thee ignites even more passion. It reflects love because its the common phrase than anybody would tell a person who they feel affection for. In addition, the whole structure is a list of the many ways in which love is reflected. Many human senses are also seen which increases the possibility for the audience to identify with the narrator","dateCreated":"1305766669","smartDate":"May 18, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"cfgonzalez94","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/cfgonzalez94","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}},{"id":"39281532","body":"Great Carlos,
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\nThanks for clearing that up,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1305816596","smartDate":"May 19, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"39196998","dateCreated":"1305685239","smartDate":"May 17, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"dmarin464","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/dmarin464","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1225941095\/dmarin464-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39196998"},"dateDigested":1531973989,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Content & Form - A Boy and His Dad","description":"A Boy and His Dad
\nby Edgar Guest
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\nA boy and his dad on a fishing-trip\u2014
\nThere is a glorious fellowship!
\nFather and son and the open sky
\nAnd the white clouds lazily drifting by,
\nAnd the laughing stream as it runs along
\nWith the clicking reel like a martial song,
\nAnd the father teaching the youngster gay
\nHow to land a fish in the sportsman's way.
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\nI fancy I hear them talking there
\nIn an open boat, and the speech is fair.
\nAnd the boy is learning the ways of men
\nFrom the finest man in his youthful ken.
\nKings, to the youngster, cannot compare
\nWith the gentle father who's with him there.
\nAnd the greatest mind of the human race
\nNot for one minute could take his place.
\n
\nWhich is happier, man or boy?
\nThe soul of the father is steeped in joy,
\nFor he's finding out, to his heart's delight,
\nThat his son is fit for the future fight.
\nHe is learning the glorious depths of him,
\nAnd the thoughts he thinks and his every whim;
\nAnd he shall discover, when night comes on,
\nHow close he has grown to his little son.
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\nA boy and his dad on a fishing-trip\u2014
\nBuilders of life's companionship!
\nOh, I envy them, as I see them there
\nUnder the sky in the open air,
\nFor out of the old, old long-ago
\nCome the summer days that I used to know,
\nWhen I learned life's truths from my father's lips
\nAs I shared the joy of his fishing-trips.
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\nThe content of this poem expresses the bond and relationship between a father and his son during their fishing trips in summer. It conveys the father passing on his life lessons and knowledge to his son, and seeing how his son has a bright future. The theme in this poem is happiness and joy. The form consists of the following things. The narrative of this poem is first assumed to be omniscient, but then at the end one realizes that the narrator is the protagonist, who is the child with his father during the summer days, and that the narrator is reminiscing about the past. This reflection supports the theme of happiness and joy because the narrator remembers the happy days of summer with his father during their fishing trips. The poem also includes a nice rhyme of pattern AABBCCDD and four stanzas, which can be inferred to be the four seasons (along with the four different rhymes per stanzas). There is also the theme of \u201cpassing on\u201d; in other words, the father \u2018passes on\u2019 his pride and knowledge to his son, the next generation. This lineal inheritance is reflected upon the rhyme from the correlation of the letters from a, to b, to c, to d, going letter-by-letter, generation-to-generation.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"39241126","body":"Clever Daniel,
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\nI like what you have to say about the seasons, the rhythm and 'lineal inheritance.
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\nGood job,
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1305752228","smartDate":"May 18, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"39170780","dateCreated":"1305656074","smartDate":"May 17, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"melafavini","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/melafavini","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/39170780"},"dateDigested":1531973989,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"melanie favini response","description":"I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
\nI'll only stop to rake the leaves away
\n(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
\nI sha'n't be gone long.\u2014You come too.
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\nI'm going out to fetch the little calf
\nThat's standing by the mother. It's so young,
\nIt totters when she licks it with her tongue.
\nI sha'n't be gone long.\u2014You come too.
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\nThe poem "The Pasture" by Robert Frost is a beautiful and delicate poem that if you see it from another perspective, it's just not talking about him going to clean out the pasture spring or fetching the little calfs. But a poem that if its indirectly read, it will portray a sense of indirect invitation to the world he is living in. The poem talks about the joy he gets by going to the pasture and cleaning and rake the leaves away. He invites the reader to join him and continues to talk about what he is going to do. Fetching the calf and also describing how the calf is young. The first thing we can see is the tone he uses throughout his poem. He describes everything he does in a cheerful way, and unconsciously the reader feels a warm welcome in his world. It talks about how he appreciates nature and how he believes dedication can achieve a objective. Then he talks about the little calf, which is a symbol for infancy. How life can be so beautiful for an infant and how his position next to his mother can portray such joy. Inviting the reader in this world.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"39240830","body":"Alright Melanie,
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\nThanks, but what can you say about the form of the piece? How does it connect, support or reflect the content?
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1305751913","smartDate":"May 18, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]}],"more":false},"comments":[]},"http":{"code":200,"status":"OK"},"redirectUrl":null,"javascript":null,"notices":{"warning":[],"error":[],"info":[],"success":[]}}