To My Family, I have created this digital poetrydedication in honor of you. A familysuch as mine is hard to fine. I wouldnever be the young lady I am todayif it weren’t for you all. I appreciateeach of you so much. There willnever be enough words to describeexactly what you mean to me.However, the following poems comeclose to the descriptions of thefeelings I have for you all. I am luckyto have such a wonderfulmother, stepfather and brothers. Love Always, Tess
Still I Riseby Maya Angelou You may shoot me with your words,You may write me down in history You may cut me with your eyes,With your bitter, twisted lies, You may kill me with your hatefulness,You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like air, Ill rise.But still, like dust, Ill rise. Does my sexiness upset you?Does my sassiness upset you? Does it come as a surpriseWhy are you beset with gloom? That I dance like Ive got diamondsCause I walk like Ive got oil wells At the meeting of my thighs?Pumping in my living room. Out of the huts of historys shameJust like moons and like suns, I riseWith the certainty of tides, Up from a past thats rooted in painJust like hopes springing high, I riseStill Ill rise. Im a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Did you want to see me broken? Leaving behind nights of terror and fearBowed head and lowered eyes? I riseShoulders falling down like teardrops. Into a daybreak thats wondrously clearWeakened by my soulful cries. I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,Does my haughtiness offend you? I am the dream and the hope of the slave.Dont you take it awful hard I riseCause I laugh like Ive got gold mines I riseDiggin in my own back yard. I rise.
‘Still I Rise,’ is a poem written by Maya Angelou. This poem is very strong and powerful, as a reader I cansense this in the title of the poem. If the reader does not know the origin of the author I guess that it wouldbe hard to tell what the poem is actually about and whom it is targeted to. However the speaker answersthe question of whom the poem is written about in the last stanza. It mentions slaves and ancestors, fromthis I could tell that it is a poem about the author herself who is a black African American women and thepainful past of black people. I would say that the poem reflects the rising of the status of black people inAmerica as well as other countries. In the first verse the rhythmic pattern is of a regular 9, 7, 9, syllablepattern and continues throughout the poem.I find this poem quite funny and sarcastic in the way Maya asks questions within the poems verses. Thesequestions, with no doubt, I would say are asked to the white people or the haters of the origin the authoris. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? I suppose Maya is being somewhatplayful in asking these questions, because she knows she is wealthy and she knows that she has come along way as well as the black people in America, to ask these questions in a playful way, to the peoplewho do not appreciate her and also who are surprised of the success she has reached. The whole poemhas a feeling of lighthearted humor, yet strength contained in the words in which the speaker hasintroduced these to the reader. From reading the poem I can maybe understand why the strong andemotional words are used. This poem, to me, suggests that the speaker has gone through hard times inlife mainly due to the fact that she is a black female. I presume that people have called her names and puther down but this has not affected her at all, she simply gets over this and pushes her greatness in herenemys or haters faces.
There are many multisyllabic words in each of the verses and there is a rhythmic flow of the poem as I read it outloud to myself. The second verse has a regular rhythm pattern of 8,7,8,7, syllable lines, which is also the same forverses four, five and seven, the rest of the verses seem to have some type of syllable sound pattern to them, but notas regular as verses four, five and seven. This is shown in the third verse for instance, the first and third line bothhave a steady metrical flow of six syllables where the words moons and suns are stressed, the third line has a lineof seven syllables, where the words hopes and high are stressed, when reading the verse I thought that the fourthline would be the same but it wasn’t. The fourth line contains three syllables, this stops the flow of the verse in asudden way which makes that line stand out in a way that line is the focal point of that verse thus being intentionallystructured.The bold yet playful questions Maya asks are shown in the first lines of each verses of four, five and seven, Doesmy haughtiness offend you? Does my sexiness upset you? Did you want to see me broken? The answers Mayagives to these rhetorical questions applied are very figurative and somewhat funny. An example of this is in thesecond stanza, Cause I walk like Ive got oil wells. Pumping in my living room, obviously that can’t be true, but its avery good way the simile is used to give a description of how the author carrys herself and how she is shown toothers eyes. If I had oil wells pumping in my living room, I suppose I would walk around as if I havent a care in theworld, with my head up high, so I understand how that certain line compares to how the author or successful blackpeople carry themselves. Again in verse five the use of a simile, as a description of how the author acts isunderstood, Cause I laugh like I have gold mines. Digging in my back yard. Obviously she hasnt got gold mines inher back yard, but when I was reading this line I was imagining how a person would laugh if they did have goldmines in their back yard; quite loud with your mouth wide open I believe. Looking at the fourth line of verse sevenThat I dance like I have diamonds in the meeting of my thighs, I thought, how would one dance as if they havediamonds at the meeting of their thighs? Once again I had to imagine myself actually having expensive diamondsbetween my legs. I suppose I would want everyone to see them so I would dance in a sexy and provocative way sothat my diamonds can be seen. The uses of similes are quite obvious when I was reading this poem especially in thelast lines of verses one and two, But still, like dust, Ill rise. But still, like air, Ill rise. Both of the similes, dust and airdo rise. Air rises around us and dust rises when disturbed. Air gives a sense of uplifting feeling, as a result thespeaker is raising feeling refreshed and light. Dust on the other hand gave me the sense of awakeness.
In the sixth verse I came across three important and strong verbs that are used in thefirst, second and third lines, you may shoot me with your words. You may cut me withyour eyes. You may kill me with your hatefulness. This is a good example of themetaphors used in this poem. To shoot someone with words would be to say hateful, quickand hurtful things to a person much like the bullets of a gun shoot out quick and dohurt, even kill. As a result the word shoot is a good metaphor to use as well as the othertwo words kill and cut in which these words intend harm.
Dreamlandby Lewis Carroll When midnight mists are creeping, And all the land is sleeping,Around me tread the mighty dead, And slowly pass away. Lo, warriors, saints, and sages, From out the vanished ages,With solemn pace and reverend face Appear and pass away. The blaze of noonday splendour, The twilight soft and tender,May charm the eye: yet they shall die, Shall die and pass away. But here, in Dreamlands centre, No spoilers hand may enter,These visions fair, this radiance rare, Shall never pass away. I see the shadows falling, The forms of old recalling;Around me tread the mighty dead, And slowly pass away.
Dreamland, by Lewis Carroll can be described by one word, escape. This poem is talking about an escape from thehorrible real world. Everything dying, its creepy, greatness never lasts, everything dies. If you go to dreamland, then theview is full of radiance and no one can ever spoil the dream. No one can control it except you and your mind. It shows inthe poem how your dream ends once the real world comes around. Then your dream land is gone, until the next time yougo.Dreamland can be taking many different ways. A person might conclude the meaning as watching your heroes pass by.However, perhaps to some it is seen as describing hallucinations. It wasn’t until Carroll wrote the adventures of Alice inWonderland that this poem became clear. Carroll being the speaker of this poem tells the addressee, which is thereader, that dreams endure and the so-called "real" world is the illusory one. Much like Wonderland the poem tells of thereversal of what most people think.In stanza one, the speaker describes the entrance of dreamland. Most dreams are given in the night and lines one andtwo describe the imagery of the world at sleep and the beauty of the mist in the night. After stanza one describes theimagery and setting of the poem stanza two explains a lesson. It shows that even glorified higher subjects throughhistory, such as warriors and saints, have all traveled through dreamland. Therefore making an example that passingaway to dreamland is not childlike but equal to all.Stanza three shows great melancholy on the speaker’s part. The lines explain that even though this land is great, like allgreat things, the dream will end. However, the speaker assures the addressee in stanza four that the dreams will neverend. No matter how old, the situation or passing time the visions will always be radiant and fair and shall never really passaway. Stanza five ends the poem. It is in this stanza that the speaker tells of saying goodbye. The speaker does not wishto leave however spoken in the last words; the dream will slowly pass away.This poem has a tone that can only be made by the reader. One may read it as eerie and the other may read it as hopefuland happy. Either way one may read the poem, the rhyme scheme of A-A-B-C is quite joyful and pleasant to read.Carroll’s entire life was a model of abstemiousness and repression. However, shown in this poem, his writing was that ofgreat indulgence and one might say nonsense.
RevelationWe make ourselves a place apartBehind light words that tease andflout,But oh, the agitated heartTill someone find us really out.Tis pity if the case require(Or so we say) that in the endWe speak the literal to inspireThe understanding of a friend.But so with all, from babes thatplayAt hide-and-seek to God afar,So all who hide too well awayMust speak and tell us where theyare.Robert Frost
In the poem "Revelation" by Robert Frost there is a very deep message to the poem. In thispoem Frost targets people who lie and make themselves into something they are not. Inthis poem the first stanza really tells it all. He says "behind light words that tease and flout".He paints the picture that people who lie about who they really are disguise their trueimage with lies or "light words that tease". These lies tend to deceive, or tease. He alsogoes on to say that "But, oh, the agitated hear, till someone really finds us out." In thisphrase he is basically saying, people tend to believe your story, until they find outotherwise, and in most cases, the liar loses a lot of respect. In the second stanza, Frost alsosays, "We speak the literal to inspire, the understanding of a friend." This further definesFrosts point of lying to make someone think that you are something you are not. But afterall of the deception and lying, in the end of the poem, Frost wants to the reader to "see thelight". He says, "So all who hide to well away must speak and tell us where they are." Toclose out the poem, Frosts message is, dont make it seem like you are something you’renot. Just be you. The real you (the one who "hides too well away") must come out. The liarmust stop lying, and find the real "them". Frost says that the "inner you" must speak andtell us where it is.
The Village Blacksmith And children coming home from schoolby Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, Toiling, -rejoicing, -sorrowing,Under a spreading chestnut-tree And hear the bellows roar, Onward through life he goes;The village smithy stands; And catch the burning sparks that fly Each morning sees some task begun,The smith, a mighty man is he, Like chaff from a threshing-floor. Each evening sees its close!With large and sinewy hands; Something attempted, something done,And the muscles of his brawny arms He goes on Sunday to the church, Has earned a nights repose.Are strong as iron bands. And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthyHis hair is crisp, and black, and long, He hears his daughters voice, friend,His face is like the tan; Singing in the village choir, For the lesson thou hast taught!His brow is wet with honest sweat, And makes his heart rejoice. Thus at the flaming forge of lifeHe earns whateer he can, Our fortunes must be wrought;And looks the whole world in the face, It sounds to him like her mothers voice, Thus on its sounding anvil shapedFor he owes not any man. Singing in Paradise! Each burning deed and thought. He needs must think of her once more,Week in, week out, from morn till night, How in the grave she lies;You can hear his bellows blow; And with his hard, rough hand he wipesYou can hear him swing his heavy sledge, A tear out of his eyes.With measured beat and slow,Like a sexton ringing the village bell,When the evening sun is low.
In 1840 a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was published with the title, ‘The Village Blacksmith.’ A blacksmith wasan economic need in the 18th and 19th centuries and it was considered honest work. I believe the title symbolizeshonesty. The poem is one of Longfellow’s ballads and is structured in eight stanzas of six ballad-like lines of alternatingiambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter. The poem consists of 1,621 words that are broken into 42 lines. The rhyme schemeis A-B-A-B-C-B. Because the poem is in third-person point of view the speaker is the poet and the addressee of the poemis the reader. Finally the occasion, subject and theme of the poem emphasizes on how the life and work of a commonworking man can provide an example of persistence and accomplishment in spite of trials and tragedies. As one reads thepoem the speaker’s tone is very proud and thankful. It is in this tone that the lyrical diction is shown.The poem starts by describing the blacksmith’s appearance. In lines 1-8 the speaker describes the smith as being mightywith his large hands, muscular arms, long black hair and the tones of his skin. As the poem continues lines 9-12 tells thatthe smith’s work is honest and it is because his work is honest that he can look the world in the face with no shame for heowes no one. From lines 18-24 the speaker expresses that the smith holds much honor in his town. For example, lines 18and 19 say that children coming home from school look through the blacksmith’s open door. The children of thecommunity find his work admirable and therefore the community finds him honorable. Continuing through the poem instanza 5 the speaker says that the smith attends church. The man continues to show honor by giving up a Sundays restto see his daughter sing in the church choir. It shows that the man puts his family and community ahead of his own needs.The joyfulness of his daughter’s voice reminds him of his late wife. Her death causes him sorrow. It is in the sixth stanzathat he expresses is sorrow by wiping a tear from his eye. The last two stanzas of the poem state that even through trialsand tragedies the blacksmith still continues through life and to conclude this poem the speaker thanks the blacksmith forthe lesson on life, honor, and bravery.This poem evokes nostalgia for a time when life was simpler, not necessarily easier, but simpler. Hard work and honestywere highly valued, and Longfellows smith embodies those values. This self-employed artisan produced, with his ownhands, all the work for which he was paid. Longfellow, a superb lyrical poet, we admire the value system and we long forthe "good life" of honest toil and pleasures.
Daffodils The waves beside them danced, butby William Wordsworth they Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;I wandered lonely as a cloud A poet could not be but gay,That floats on high oer vales and hills, In such a jocund company!When all at once I saw a crowd, I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtA host, of golden daffodils; What wealth the show to me hadBeside the lake, beneath the trees, brought:Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. For oft, when on my couch I lieContinuous as the stars that shine In vacant or in pensive mood,And twinkle on the milky way, They flash upon that inward eyeThey stretched in never-ending line Which is the bliss of solitude;Along the margin of a bay: And then my heart with pleasure fills,Ten thousand saw I at a glance, And dances with the daffodils.Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Daffodils by William Wordsworth, captures an experience of spontaneous spoken description on the greatness ofdaffodils. The speaker of this poem is the poet himself, William Wordsworth. He addresses the reader on the occasion ofthe emotions of himself when he came across a crowd of daffodils. The title, ‘Daffodils’, is a simple word that may remind the addressee about the arrival of the spring season, when thefield is full of daffodils. A bunch of daffodils will most often symbolize the joy and happiness of life. The subject as well asthe theme of the poem is a collection of human emotions inspired by nature that the speaker (the poet) may haveneglected due to the speaker’s busy life. The daffodils imply beginning or rebirth for human beings, blessed with the graceof nature. Imagery consumes this poem. The poem paints images of lakes, fields, trees and stars. The speaker continuouslypraises the daffodils comparing them to the Milky Way galaxy (in the second stanza), their dance (in the third stanza) andthe concluding stanza, dreams to join the daffodils in their dance. The poem uses descriptive language throughout thestanzas. The speaker cannot resist itself participating in the dance of the daffodils. The wording is simple and melodious.The speaker uses a simile in lines 7-10 to connect the daffodils to the universe; in other words the speaker is claiming thatbecoming one with nature is equivalent to becoming one with the universe or with God. The imagery continues in thewhole third stanza. This is where the speaker explains that there were waves on the surface of the lake. However, thewaves of the water were no match to the waves of the daffodils ripping in the breeze. The speaker also remarks thatneither poet nor plain human being can fuel nothing but happiness in that kind of cheerful company. Continuing with theimagery of this poem the speaker uses the phrase ‘a crowd’ (line 3) followed by the phrase ‘a host’ (line 4) when referringto the daffodils. Both of these phrases refer to the large numbers of daffodils and using them both, one after the other, laysstress on the enormous number of daffodils. The tone, structure and rhythm scheme allow this magnificent poem to capture the reader. The rhyming scheme isABAB and each stanza ends with a couplet CC. This scheme makes use of ‘Enjambment’ which converts the poem into acontinuous flow of expressions without a pause. The poem is structured to form four quatrains. The majority of the linescontain eight to nine syllables that make up an iambic tetrameter. The rhyme scheme and structure of the poem give thetone of the poem as enlightening and joyous.
Daffodils, is a poem that has limited symbolism but great diction. However, the main symbolism commonly found ispersonification. The speaker refers to the daffodils as dancing, but daffodils cannot dance, therefore they are asymbol of people. Diction is a valuable component to the meaning of this poem. Clearly, the speaker values therewards of nature above material possessions. "What wealth the show to me had brought" (line 18). The word"wealth" in this instance, is not a measure of material gain, but rather a measure of positive emotion that resultsfrom simply the memory of the daffodils.
Holey JeansBy Quynn-Tessa RauhauserDirty hands,Scabby knees,Go great with my holey jeans.Momma’s garden gloves,Tom’s old blue tee,Both are such a sight to see.Give me some muddy shoes,A straw hat,You just can’t beat that.Scattered weeds,Growing flowers,All want spring showers.With a wipe of my brow,I look around,And take in every sound.Every seed is sown,The sun has gone down,And my work is done.
‘Holey Jeans’ describes a family activity that myfamily and I take part in almost every weekend.To most families going out and buying their foodis easier than growing it. I do agree that going tothe store is easier, but there is something ingrowing your own food that makes all the workworthwhile. Our family has a garden that is bigenough to put a double-wide trailer on it. In thisgarden we havecorn, tomatoes, squash, zucchini, springonions, green beans, raspberrybushes, strawberries, iceberg lettuce, romainelettuce and finally broccoli. There is five people inour household, but of course little Zeb is only 1 ½months and he can’t help in the garden.However, Zeb is in his buggy, Kenneth is makingan irrigation system for the tomatoes, Kevin isplanting corn and green beans and Mom and Iare planting 3 pounds of spring onions. It is quitea sight to see us all cultivating the land. That bigold garden is my favorite place to spend qualitytime with my family. Just each other, countrymusic and the hope that all of our crops grow.
"Spin of a Record“By Quynn-Tessa RauhauserCircular and black as night,It has a shine that reflects in light.With just one play of a record,I become a time traveler.With each lyric, rhythm, and scratchy note,I travel through the decades.I travel to the times of the classics with every boom and bang of the Big Bands,On my journey I stop to have a malt in the songs of the oldies.When I have satisfied my sweet tooth with the Shoo-Bop tunes,I travel to the time of protests on war and peace signs of the sixties.Then I disco through bell bottoms and glitter shirts of the seventies.Finally, I end my journey with neon colors, peg leg pants, and high tops of the rockingeighties.And just to think,I experienced all this with the spin of a record.
‘Spin of a Record’ is a poem about the power of music through generations. My mother andstep-father were the generations of the 80’s. Kenneth and I are the generation of today.However, no matter our generations the spin of an old record brings us all together. Justlistening to a record takes you back in time to when it was recorded. Our phonograph is like atime machine and the records are the destinations of the past we travel to. Music is powerful;it can make you feel things that you never thought you’d feel. When we play some big bandmusic I think of all the people in their best dresses and suits dancing to the great rhythm.Mom, Kevin, Kenneth, Me and even little Zeb are all connected by the tunes played on ourphonograph; no matter the generation.
"A Dogs Love“By Quynn-Tessa RauhauserA dogs love is unfailing,Immeasurable,And unique.They have a pure heart,Loving eyes,A wet nose,And a big sloppy kiss for whenever you need it.So when you have a bad day,Or something just isnt going right,Turn to your four-legged friend,And hell make your day bright.
‘A Dogs Love’ can only be summed up to one word, family. In my family we have 2 dogs andthey are family. Abby is our Pomeranian. She is our little ‘chub-bucket’ but we love her.Tula, our Samoyed, is the eldest. She is my pal and our protector. I can’t imagine life withoutthem. They are the heart of our family. Kevin could have a bad day at work and he’ll comehome to Abby smiling and waiting to play. Mom could be angry at Tula getting intosomething she shouldn’t have but if Tula gives her those puppy eyes all of Mom’s anger goesaway. Kenneth might be upset one day but let Abby in to pounce on him and he’ll smile nomatter what. I could be tired and grumpy but when I see Tula’s face I can’t help but smile andtake her for a walk. Zeb, well they pretty much protect him from anything. A dog’s love issomething that people take advantage of but our family always remembers who ourcompanions are.
"The Phoenix“By Quynn-Tessa RauhauserThe sun has set,The air fresh and cool,The open road awaits.The black sheen of the car shines in the rays of the sun.The smell of leather and black ice,Tingles my senses with every breathe.The gold outline of the phoenix glistens in the light as you giveme a playful smile,Then you hit the gas,And we’re off.With every mile we take,The phoenix flies.It’s just you,Me,And an old Trans am.
‘The Phoenix’ is a poem about youth. Kevin and Mom tell Kenneth and me about all of theircrazy adolescence. As I seat and listen to the stories of old muscle cars, crazy music andparties I imagine how my adolescence is. They began telling us storied young and now that Iam 17 I imagine more and more the crazy things of my teen years. ‘The Phoenix’ is also asymbol for my favorite muscle car, a 77’ trans am. Old cars are also another family bond thatwe all have. Kevin and Mom lived in the ages of the muscle cars and they shared their lovefor them with Kenneth and me. No matter the crazy things our parents did in theiradolescence they always say that it is a time of learning and spreading your wings.
FamilyBy Quynn-Tessa RauhauserForever there to comfort,Always special to me.My one and only team.,I will always defend.Love with every fiber of my being,You will never want.
‘Family’ is a poem that expresses my greatappreciation for my family. I will always bethere to comfort them in times of need. Iwill always defend them against those whopush us down. With all my love they willnever want. Family is a precious gift. Afterall is gone they are all you have. When youtake them for granted you will havenothing. Always keep them close and lovethem as if it was your last day on earth.
Thank you all for being my family. I love you very much and I appreciate everything youhave done. I dedicate this book to you. Love you bunches, Tess.
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