I dedicate this to my Sister. I have decided to dedicate these poems to her. She is always there for me through everything. I figured I would do something nice for her, and help her to stop and appreciate nature even more than she already does. I hope this will help her to just stop and take a look around her, as well as to calm down more and just relax. I want this to help tell her to live in the moment, and to just take things one day at a time, as well as to take a chance and do things before it’s too late.
Poem Explication Number 1When Stretchd on Ones Bed by Jane Austen This poem was written by Jane Austen. She is known for poems and books, as well as recognized by movies that were made from her books. This poem has a total of 30 lines, with a rhyme scheme. For each stanza of the poem it goes aabccb. For the first stanza it is aabccb, the next stanza would be ddfggf and so on down the line. This poem talks about how, when you are sick at home and in bed, nothing else matters to you. Nothing else is on your mind except for whatever is giving you trouble. You only think about your sickness or illness. When you are sick and unable to go out and party or do things like that, you dont care if your friends do, you just care that youre sick and cant do it. She is relating to anyone who is sick, and seeing through their eyes the feeling of not caring about anything but your sickness. We need to appreciate everything that we have, and just live day by day because we never know when we’re going to get sick with any kind of illness, whether it is a headache or a life threatening one. I feel that this poem is saying just that. Jane tells us that when you’re sick, that’s all you’re aware of, that’s all you know of. That tells me that we need to do all we can to stay healthy, and to get things accomplished before we get sick and are unable to do anything, and before we stop caring about doing things. You need to cherish your good health while you have it. Once its gone all you will think about is just that. You will lie in your bed and just think about your problem. Thats pretty much the summary of this free verse poem. Nothing affects us more than our own sickness. Title: When Stretchd on Ones Bed Dramatic Situation: Speaker Jane Austen, Addressee Everyone, Occasion having a headache Subject: Nothing matters compared to a sickness, or headache. Images, Figures of Speech, Literary Devices: (Provide at least 6 examples) Tone: Truthful, and in pain, serious. Structure: Free verse Rhyme Scheme: The first two lines rhyme, the third line rhymes with the sixth, and the forth and fifth lines rhyme with each other. Title Symbolism: The title symbolizes someone being sick and in bed. Theme: The theme is that someone is home sick with a headache and nothing else matters to them but that. Diction: Older
When stretchd on ones bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For the grandest affairs That may busy the world as it goes! How little one feels For the waltzes and reels Of our Dance-loving friends at a Ball! How slight ones concern To conjecture or learn What their flounces or hearts may befall. How little one minds If a company dines On the best that the Season affords! How short is ones muse Oer the Sauces and Stews, Or the Guests, be they Beggars or Lords. How little the Bells, Ring they Peels, toll they Knells, Can attract our attention or Ears! The Bride may be married, The Corse may be carried And touch nor our hopes nor our fears. Our own bodily pains Evry faculty chains; We can feel on no subject besides. Tis in health and in ease We the power must seize For our friends and our souls to provide. ("http://www.poemhunter.com/")
Poem Explication Number 2Summer by Johannes Carl Andersen Title: Summer by Johannes Carl Andersen Dramatic Situation: Speaker, Addressee, Occasion: Johannes, Everyone, Talking about summer time Subject: Things found in the Summer time. Images, Figures of Speech, Literary Devices: Flowers, sleeps they heart , scent of flowers, flower awakes, flowers fall, fruits ripen, corn being sheafed, November morn wakening, grey hawthorn. Tone: Affectionate Structure: Question Rhyme Scheme: abab Title Symbolism: Summer Theme: Summertime Diction: Descriptive, calm. Johannes Carl Andersen was born in 1873 and passed away in 1962. This poem describes to us the sweet summertime that we all love and wait for. He describes main things that are seen in the summer, such as flowers and the ripening of fruit. He also speaks about the return of winter, that some of us dont like to think about during the summertime. The theme of this poem is the summer. This poem structure of the poem I would say is questioning since it asks two questions in the very beginning. It is either question or free verse I would say. He speaks about how flowers smell beautiful and are beautiful, but then they freeze when it gets cold. He says about how spring time passes over us with chillness, which is like saying its cold in the spring. When he says about the tree being leafed, I think that means that the leaves of the trees fall to the ground. We can all remember times when we’ve seen leaves fall to the ground or change color, or harvest fruit. This poem is helping us to take a moment and look, or remember just how beautiful nature is. This is a pretty calm poem talking about the summer time, while also mentioning things of other seasons. He speaks of springtime as well as winter in this poem, but is mainly settled on the summer time. Hes trying to show people how beautiful and wonderful summer time really is. His tone in the poem is affectionate, showing how much he adores the summer time. I think this poem summarizes how school kids feel about the summer because its a time to be free and to enjoy life, and thats how this poem describes it as. I think the idea of summer time is what a lot of people look forward to, and so does the author of this poem.
("http://www.poemhunter.com/") AND sleeps thy heart when flower and tree Adorn the summer stillness? And did young Spring pass over thee In chillness? Their scent delights and pleases, 5 On petalled breezes blown, But in their beauty freezes Thine own. The flower awakes, the tree is leafed, Yet love in thee is dumb,— 10 Flowers fall, fruits ripen, corn is sheafed, Ho! Winter’s cold will come. When wakens some November morn Dew-soft, around thee brightly, And blossoms on the grey hawthorn 15 Lie whitely, Come thou, thy bosom beating, And learn, through new-found bliss, No time so joyous, fleeting, As this. 20 Come thou, with shadows in thine eyes, And singing in thy heart, And learn, ’mid trees, with flowers and skies, How young and dear thou art.
Poem Explication Number 3For a Girl in a Book by Ben Jonson Ben Jonson, author, he was alive from June 11th 1572 to August 6th 1637. 1. Title: For a Girl in a Book 2. Dramatic Situation: Ben Jonson, Kim, Telling her how he feels about her. 3. Subject: The subject is Kim, and his feelings toward her. 4. Images, Figures of Speech, Literary Devices: (Provide at least 6 examples) 5. Tone: The tone is romantic, or loving. 6. Structure: Free verse 7. Rhyme Scheme: This poem doesnt seem to rhyme. 8. Title Symbolism: The symbolism about this title is that its written for some girl out of a book that Ben has read. 9. Theme: The theme of this book is about Bens passion for a girl. 10. Diction: Romantic This poem was written by Ben Jonson. He was born on June 11th, 1572, and died on August 6th, 1637. The title of the poem is For a Girl in a Book. This book is about the feelings Ben has towards a girl named Kim from a book. This poem is showing us that at one time Ben read a book where he felt so into the book, that he developed feelings towards one of the characters. When he says in the poem that she wont be unfaithful, he means that since shes from a book, she cant possibly be unfaithful because shes not real. This poem was written for Kim, as well as anyone who could relate to what Ben is talking about. This poem is a free verse because it doesnt rhyme at all. The whole occasion of this poem is for Ben to let out his feelings towards Kim. When he says that "less real than most, more real than all" hes saying that shes not as real as everyone else, because shes a character in a book, and yet shes more real than others in the way that she acts and just is. This poem helps us to realize that it’s okay to be lost in a fantasy world, as long as we know it’s fake. It’s okay to just relax and let ourselves be taken away into another world, for a little bit. This poem shows us that its okay to love, even if its a character in a book. It shows us that its okay to like a book so much that you get drawn into the book itself. This poem lets us see the feelings of Ben. He lets us into his heart and shows us what Kim is to him. When we read this poem, we realize that it describes the people who we love as well.
Kim, composite of all my loves,less real than most, more real than all; of my making, all the good and some of the bad, yet of yourself; sole, unique, strong, alone, whole, independent, one: yet mine in that you cannot be unfaithful. ("http://www.poemhunter.com/")
Poem Explication Number 4The Grass so little has to do – by Emily Dickinson This explication is on the poem The Grass so little has to do -- by Emily Dickinson. The first volume of her poems were published in 1890. This poem speaks about grass and what it does daily, and how it reacts to things like the wind. This poem speaks out to anyone who enjoys nature, and sees it the way that Emily saw it. The main subject of this poem is about grass. It seems to me that this is a pleasant poem. One thats full of peacefulness and dreaming of the grass. The poem really flows along, and is nicely put together. The pauses are just right and the words go nicely with each other. It paints a pretty picture in your mind, and you can imagine all of these different occasions. The rhyme scheme is hard to pinpoint because some words rhyme together, while some words dont, but some sound alike but dont totally rhyme. This poem creates images in your head of grass blowing in the wind, butterflies around and on the grass, as well as the picture of how dew looks on grass in the mornings. In this poem it appears that every other beat is stressed. In some of the lines though, there seems to be a missing beat, but that was put there for a reason. Its how Emily wanted it to sound, to make readers pay attention. The title of this poem just tells us that the poem is about grass. It tells us that the grass is all around us, but it hardly does anything at all. We never see it get up and walk around, or move from where its originally at. All we see grass do is sway with the find, be a sort of house for dew, and play with butterflies, bugs, and bees. This poem teaches us to appreciate life, and the beauty of the world around us, and nature itself. This is my findings and explication of The Grass so little has to do -- by Emily Dickinson.
("http://www.poemhunter.com/") The Grass so little has to do – A Sphere of simple Green – With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain – And stir all day to pretty Tunes The Breezes fetch along – And hold the Sunshine in its lap And bow to everything – And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls – And make itself so fine A Duchess were too common For such a noticing – And even when it dies – to pass In Odors so divine – Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep – Or Spikenards, perishing – And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell – And dream the Days away, The Grass so little has to do I wish I were a Hay –
Poem Explication Number 5The Plain by Jean Arp Title: The Plain Dramatic Situation: Speaker Jean Arp , Addressee Anyone, Occasion Looking back on a day. Subject: Him, his chair, the plain. Images, Figures of Speech, Literary Devices: Empty horizon, flawlessly paved, forever blue, projected, abstruse ghost, inscrutable, insensible light. (Provide at least 6 examples) Tone: Calm, looking back, lost. Structure: Free verse Rhyme Scheme: This poem doesnt really rhyme. Title Symbolism: The Plain meaning the land that hes on with his chair all alone. Theme: Being alone with a chair. Diction: Calm, original. This poem was written by Jean Arp. He was born on September 16th of 1886 and died June 7th of 1966. This poem seems as if the speaker, Jean Arp, is looking back on a time when he was alone, or remembering a dream that he had. In this poem he talks about being alone on a plain with only a chair. This poem has no rhyming, and is a free verse. The subject of this poem is basically him and his chair. This poem creates a lot of pictures or images in your mind. When he talks about how there an empty horizon and the sky is being forever blue, you can easily imagine that in your head. This poem definitely seems like the writer is talking about a time that he was alone. Maybe about some dream or fear that he has that time will stop and he will be left alone with just a chair in a big open space, with no sun in the sky. This poem sort of tells us that sometimes we feel all alone, like it’s just us and the world and it will never end, but then it finally does. Sometimes it feels like the world is just completely messed up, but then we wake up and realize that it’s over. To me this poem seems as if it’s a bad dream that’s happening to the author. I like how there is no sun in the sky, but theres still light from something. The plain goes on forever and is lit up by some kind of insensible light in this poem. So the plain goes on as far as the eye can see. Its not bad enough that he is alone with only a chair, but theres no sun, and the plain goes on forever. This is my explication of this poem that looks back or forward to a day that I hope never happens.
I was alone with a chair on a plain Which lost itself in an empty horizon. The plain was flawlessly paved. Nothing, absolutely nothing but the chair and I were there. The sky was forever blue, No sun gave life to it. An inscrutable, insensible light illuminated the infinite plain. To me this eternal day seemed to be projected -- artificially-- from a different sphere. I was never sleepy nor hungry nor thirsty, never hot nor cold. Time was only an abstruse ghost since nothing happened or changed. In me Time still lived a little This, mainly, thanks to the chair. Because of my occupation with it I did not completely lose my sense of the past. Now and then Id hitch myself, as if I were a horse, to the chair and trot around with it, sometimes in circles, and sometimes straight ahead. I assume that I succeeded. Whether I really succeeded I do not know Since there was nothing in space By which I could have checked my movements. As I sat on the chair I pondered sadly, but not desperately, Why the core of the world exuded such black light. ("http://www.poemhunter.com/")
My Five Poemsall by Jessica Francis Poem One Open air, open water waiting on the days demise will it be today-tomorrow take a look unto the skys open up your mind to wonder reach up with your arms outstretched put a smile upon your face let the world, take its toll, upon your soul. Poem Two My church is a temple, a steeple, a pew, But what it doesnt have, inside it, is you, Its open on Sundays just come and, begin. Just take the first step and, enter in.
Poem Three Through wind and rain the skys still blue No matter what it shines for you Its always there to see you through And in the end it wont say adieu
Poem Four A drive in the car. A drive in the car is both fun and enjoyable It sooths the soul It creates a sense of peace within Creates an appreciation of life It fills us with wonder Fills us with hope of more days like this to come.
Poem Five Music It hits like a big round rock we love it day and night without it we are lost alone we fade away to grey we come alive when we hear the sound we move and sing and shout without it there would be no life no rhythm of the soul it brings us to our happy place it makes us feel all right we wouldnt be the same without it the music of our lives.
Poem Essayby Jessica Francis I picked these poems because I like them the most out of the poems that I created. I am a big fan of nature, and about relaxing and enjoying the earth and world surrounding you, as well as things that make this world great. Some of the poems rhyme while some of them just dont. They are all about different things. Some things we all go through, while some are just random things that came to my mind. The first poem is basically about life in general. Everyday theres water and air, and everyday the day has to end. Its also about being free and just taking a moment to enjoy your surroundings, opening up your arms and being free. Poem two is about my church, and that anyone is welcome, all they have to do is take that first big step and walk in the door. Poem three is about how the sky will always be there and will never leave, so take a moment to enjoy it and appreciate it. Poem four is about how fun and enjoyable it is sometimes to just take a drive in your car and enjoy the world, to just relax and drive. Poem five is about how music is the rhythm of this world, and how without it, things wouldnt be the same. How music is what helps to fill us with happiness and life itself. Without music things would definitely not be the same. I picked these poems because they all tell a different story, and all are different in their own ways and I personally liked them the most.
Bibliography . http://www.poemhunter.com/. N.p., 2003. Web. 21 May 2012. . http://www.poemhunter.com/. N.p., 2003. Web. 21 May 2012. . http://www.poemhunter.com/. N.p., 2003. Web. 21 May 2012. . http://www.poemhunter.com/. N.p., 2004. Web. 21 May 2012. . http://www.poemhunter.com/. N.p., 2010. Web. 21 May 2012. This is the end to my Poetry Dedication Project. The poems that I wrote, and the poems that I picked to do an explication of are slightly random, but also go towards my main thoughts. I want to influence people to take life one day at a time, and to appreciate the world around them. I want them to appreciate their ability to do everything that they can, and to be thankful for it as well. I hope this helps people to try and calm down more, to be less stressed, and to just take a walk or a drive around, and just see all that the world has to offer everyone of us.