“The Waking” - Theodore Roethke
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
I think the theme of the poem relates to the nature of the world and appreciating life."Light takes the Tree" may refer to darkness when the sun sets (as fits with your interpretation. The line about the worm climbing the stair refers to a struggle against great odds.I think the poet is saying to take your time in life and to learn how to live your life as you go.
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Sonnet
Shakespearean sonnet 63Against my love shall be as I am now
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn,
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age's steepy night,
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring:
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life.
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
This poem talks about how he will be forever young because of love. That is why I have a put a picture that describes love as forever. The rhyme scheme of this poem is a-b-a-b-c-d-c-d-a-b-c-b-d-d. It has a total of 14 lines.
Monday, 25 January 2010
BALLAD
403. The Soldier’s Return: A Ballad by Robert Burns
WHEN wild war’s deadly blast was blawn,
And gentle peace returning,
Wi’ mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning;
I left the lines and tented field,
Where lang I’d been a lodger,
My humble knapsack a’ my wealth,
A poor and honest sodger.
A leal, light heart was in my breast,
My hand unstain’d wi’ plunder;
And for fair Scotia hame again,
I cheery on did wander:
I thought upon the banks o’ Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy,
I thought upon the witching smile
That caught my youthful fancy.
At length I reach’d the bonie glen,
Where early life I sported;
I pass’d the mill and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy aft I courted:
Wha spied I but my ain dear maid,
Down by her mother’s dwelling!
And turn’d me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling.
Wi’ alter’d voice, quoth I, “Sweet lass,
Sweet as yon hawthorn’s blossom,
O! happy, happy may he be,
That’s dearest to thy bosom:
My purse is light, I’ve far to gang,
And fain would be thy lodger;
I’ve serv’d my king and country lang—
Take pity on a sodger.”
Sae wistfully she gaz’d on me,
And lovelier was than ever;
Quo’ she, “A sodger ance I lo’ed,
Forget him shall I never:
Our humble cot, and hamely fare,
Ye freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge-the dear cockade,
Ye’re welcome for the sake o’t.”
She gaz’d—she redden’d like a rose—
Syne pale like only lily;
She sank within my arms, and cried,
“Art thou my ain dear Willie?”
“By him who made yon sun and sky!
By whom true love’s regarded,
I am the man; and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded.
“The wars are o’er, and I’m come hame,
And find thee still true-hearted;
Tho’ poor in gear, we’re rich in love,
And mair we’se ne’er be parted.”
Quo’ she, “My grandsire left me gowd,
A mailen plenish’d fairly;
And come, my faithfu’ sodger lad,
Thou’rt welcome to it dearly!”
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the sodger’s prize,
The sodger’s wealth is honor:
The brave poor sodger ne’er despise,
Nor count him as a stranger;
Remember he’s his country’s stay,
In day and hour of danger.
This ballad was written in honor of soldiers who fight in war. Each stanza has 8 lines, and has the rhyme scheme of a-b-c-b-a-b-c-b. There aren't many repetition in this poem. This poem tells a story of the soldier who has fought for his country in honor, and his return to his family.
ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ
HOW CAN I
-Daniel Yang
How can I feel pain,
when I have no injuries.
How can I feel pain,
when I have nothing but memories.
Oh how I miss the past
where you would annoy me
until I spill out at last
and tell you secrets under the tree
How can I feel anger,
when you did nothing wrong,
How can I feel anger,
when it was all my fault all along
Oh how I will hate the future
and all your gossips of me that I overheard,
because tomorrow, we will see each other,
and walk away without saying a word.
And gentle peace returning,
Wi’ mony a sweet babe fatherless,
And mony a widow mourning;
I left the lines and tented field,
Where lang I’d been a lodger,
My humble knapsack a’ my wealth,
A poor and honest sodger.
A leal, light heart was in my breast,
My hand unstain’d wi’ plunder;
And for fair Scotia hame again,
I cheery on did wander:
I thought upon the banks o’ Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy,
I thought upon the witching smile
That caught my youthful fancy.
At length I reach’d the bonie glen,
Where early life I sported;
I pass’d the mill and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy aft I courted:
Wha spied I but my ain dear maid,
Down by her mother’s dwelling!
And turn’d me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling.
Wi’ alter’d voice, quoth I, “Sweet lass,
Sweet as yon hawthorn’s blossom,
O! happy, happy may he be,
That’s dearest to thy bosom:
My purse is light, I’ve far to gang,
And fain would be thy lodger;
I’ve serv’d my king and country lang—
Take pity on a sodger.”
Sae wistfully she gaz’d on me,
And lovelier was than ever;
Quo’ she, “A sodger ance I lo’ed,
Forget him shall I never:
Our humble cot, and hamely fare,
Ye freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge-the dear cockade,
Ye’re welcome for the sake o’t.”
She gaz’d—she redden’d like a rose—
Syne pale like only lily;
She sank within my arms, and cried,
“Art thou my ain dear Willie?”
“By him who made yon sun and sky!
By whom true love’s regarded,
I am the man; and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded.
“The wars are o’er, and I’m come hame,
And find thee still true-hearted;
Tho’ poor in gear, we’re rich in love,
And mair we’se ne’er be parted.”
Quo’ she, “My grandsire left me gowd,
A mailen plenish’d fairly;
And come, my faithfu’ sodger lad,
Thou’rt welcome to it dearly!”
For gold the merchant ploughs the main,
The farmer ploughs the manor;
But glory is the sodger’s prize,
The sodger’s wealth is honor:
The brave poor sodger ne’er despise,
Nor count him as a stranger;
Remember he’s his country’s stay,
In day and hour of danger.
This ballad was written in honor of soldiers who fight in war. Each stanza has 8 lines, and has the rhyme scheme of a-b-c-b-a-b-c-b. There aren't many repetition in this poem. This poem tells a story of the soldier who has fought for his country in honor, and his return to his family.
ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ
HOW CAN I
-Daniel Yang
How can I feel pain,
when I have no injuries.
How can I feel pain,
when I have nothing but memories.
Oh how I miss the past
where you would annoy me
until I spill out at last
and tell you secrets under the tree
How can I feel anger,
when you did nothing wrong,
How can I feel anger,
when it was all my fault all along
Oh how I will hate the future
and all your gossips of me that I overheard,
because tomorrow, we will see each other,
and walk away without saying a word.
Monday, 18 January 2010
My Poem
Most Annoying Test in Highschool = M.A.T.H
by Daniel Yang
As I sit there with a pencil in my hand
I am lost in shame
I feel as though I am lost in a island,
because the only thing I could write on the paper is my name.
It’s the most annoying test in High school,
the test that can’t be aced,
for I am a mere fool
and the mistakes I will make won’t be able to be replaced.
I start with question one, the “easiest” one,
and feel as though its the end for me
The test has just begun
and I’m already guessing, hoping the answer is letter ‘b’
I somehow survive till the end,
feeling as though it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
Feeling like my semester grade will ascend,
from an C to an B.
The next day, I was expecting a good mark.
Maybe this is the day I finally beat the smartest kid in my class, Jeff;
But when I get my test back, my face went dark.
Great, it’s just another F.
Reflection
Personally I enjoyed writing the poem. The hardest part for me was making the rhyme scheme. It was very difficult to follow the a,b,a,b pattern, but at the end, I was very satisfied in the end with how it came out. This poem was easy to write because we had a wide range of poems to choose from.
by Daniel Yang
As I sit there with a pencil in my hand
I am lost in shame
I feel as though I am lost in a island,
because the only thing I could write on the paper is my name.
It’s the most annoying test in High school,
the test that can’t be aced,
for I am a mere fool
and the mistakes I will make won’t be able to be replaced.
I start with question one, the “easiest” one,
and feel as though its the end for me
The test has just begun
and I’m already guessing, hoping the answer is letter ‘b’
I somehow survive till the end,
feeling as though it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
Feeling like my semester grade will ascend,
from an C to an B.
The next day, I was expecting a good mark.
Maybe this is the day I finally beat the smartest kid in my class, Jeff;
But when I get my test back, my face went dark.
Great, it’s just another F.
Reflection
Personally I enjoyed writing the poem. The hardest part for me was making the rhyme scheme. It was very difficult to follow the a,b,a,b pattern, but at the end, I was very satisfied in the end with how it came out. This poem was easy to write because we had a wide range of poems to choose from.
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
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Tuesday, 12 January 2010
1/12/09 Boring story -> Interesting
Boring story Nayeon Kim
I was so bored that I decided to go to a swimming pool. It was winter and it snowed. My parents thought that I was crazy but I thought it would be fun. I went there with my friends. They were funny. They told me jokes and told me about their boyfriends. The water in the swimming pool was warm but the weather was cold. We were hungry and ate hamburger. It was delicious. Then we saw some guys. They were handsome. We swam again and took a shower. We were tired. We went home. I felt sleepy and I slept in the bus. I went home and slept again. Then I woke up at noon.
Daniel’s version ------>
One day, I was sick of being bored that I ran down to the swimming pool. Considering that it was winter and it snowed, my parents thought I was mad, when I was thinking the complete opposite. I approached the swimming pool with my friends. They were hilarious when they joked about their boyfriends. The water that was contained in the swimming pool was very warm, but the weather outside was FREEZING. We were starving so we decided to chow down some hamburgers. It was no doubt very tasty. After, we caught a glimpse of some guys. They were smoking HOT. We raced through the water again, then we took a warm shower. After the swimming, we were very tired. We dragged ourself home. I felt myself warn out, and dozed off in the bus. I reached home, and then went back to my sleep. I finally crawled out of my room at noon.
I was so bored that I decided to go to a swimming pool. It was winter and it snowed. My parents thought that I was crazy but I thought it would be fun. I went there with my friends. They were funny. They told me jokes and told me about their boyfriends. The water in the swimming pool was warm but the weather was cold. We were hungry and ate hamburger. It was delicious. Then we saw some guys. They were handsome. We swam again and took a shower. We were tired. We went home. I felt sleepy and I slept in the bus. I went home and slept again. Then I woke up at noon.
Daniel’s version ------>
One day, I was sick of being bored that I ran down to the swimming pool. Considering that it was winter and it snowed, my parents thought I was mad, when I was thinking the complete opposite. I approached the swimming pool with my friends. They were hilarious when they joked about their boyfriends. The water that was contained in the swimming pool was very warm, but the weather outside was FREEZING. We were starving so we decided to chow down some hamburgers. It was no doubt very tasty. After, we caught a glimpse of some guys. They were smoking HOT. We raced through the water again, then we took a warm shower. After the swimming, we were very tired. We dragged ourself home. I felt myself warn out, and dozed off in the bus. I reached home, and then went back to my sleep. I finally crawled out of my room at noon.
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