Look at me now,
Look at my smile.
Is it not tired?
Is it not a half-frown?
Why is this so?
Oh! Would you like to know?
Oh my! The homework!
Oh my! The tests!
Oh my! The stress!
However, there are friends,
Albeit some who pretend.
With whom I share,
Jokes 'bout hares,
And dares!
But don't think that life is easy,
That we drink bottles of sherry.
In fact!
We have not any tact!
For dealing with life when it gets uneas-y.
A random poem by l'auteur(Benedict Lee) about school life.
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
LA T1 Figurative Language
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
My Review
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Personification-- the use of words such that it seems that inanimate objects or abstract ideas take on human traits
Hyperbole-- the repetition of words to exaggerate the feelings in the poem
Reflections:
I like this poem because, through the use of figurative language, he is able to portray a vivid image of his work in my mind. This poem also has a somewhat relaxing feeling, an illusion, a false sense of serenity. In the poem, the protagonist is thinking absent-mindedly to himself about some of the simplest things in life, such as sand dropping on the beach. He feels lost, and I myself do too, at times. I can relate to this poem, perhaps that is why I chose it.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
My Review
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Personification-- the use of words such that it seems that inanimate objects or abstract ideas take on human traits
Hyperbole-- the repetition of words to exaggerate the feelings in the poem
Reflections:
I like this poem because, through the use of figurative language, he is able to portray a vivid image of his work in my mind. This poem also has a somewhat relaxing feeling, an illusion, a false sense of serenity. In the poem, the protagonist is thinking absent-mindedly to himself about some of the simplest things in life, such as sand dropping on the beach. He feels lost, and I myself do too, at times. I can relate to this poem, perhaps that is why I chose it.
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