I want to die
the repetition is prevalent and allows us a sense of somberness that she feels when explaining the story of this piece
I want to die
the repetition is prevalent and allows us a sense of somberness that she feels when explaining the story of this piece
Then I go out at night to paint the stars. - Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother
Based on Vincent Van Gogh's piece.
A woman like that is misunderstood.I have been her kind
She relates to the woman that fits the stereotypical housewife, the assumed position of a woman in a household. Yet they still are misunderstood.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.I have been her kind.
She relates to these other women that have a sense of "evil" to them.
Go child, who is my sin and nothing more.
She is made out to be a sinful person, as this child has no father, and the guilt causes her to give up the child.
They guess about the man who left me,some pendulum soul, going the way men goand leave you full of child.
This is so sad, yet so common in our world.
My sisterswill never know that I fallout of myself and pretendthat Allah will not seehow I hold my daddylike an old stone tree.
This is a sad and sentimental piece that allows the reader to sense Sexton's pain. In looking at the intro it seems like a crazy sacrifice, yet it is a piece of culture and history.
cry “Here!” and “Here!” and wake us here where are unwanted love, conceit and war? The crown of red set on your little head is charged with all your fighting blood. Yes, that excrescence makes a most virile presence, plus all that vulgar beauty of iridescence.
These are so descriptive, yet also so subtly written that you can tell it goes back to the rooster, but there is an underlying meaning that we have to discover on our own.
If you catch him, hold up a flashlight to his eye. It’s all dark pupil, an entire night itself, whose haired horizon tightens as he stares back, and closes up the eye. Then from the lids one tear, his only possession, like the bee’s sting, slips. Slyly he palms it, and if you’re not paying attention he’ll swallow it. However, if you watch, he’ll hand it over, cool as from underground springs and pure enough to drink.
This piece was so interesting, and a bit difficult to follow, yet it was very detailed in a sense of what the Man-moth does, how he acts, what he's like.
Somebody embroidered the doily. Somebody waters the plant, or oils it, maybe. Somebody arranges the rows of cans so that they softly say:esso—so—so—so to high-strung automobiles. Somebody loves us all.
There is a sense of mystery, although most of this invoked a sense of "dirtiness" through the oil stains and even repetitive use of the word "dirty" there is someone that cares for the other things, someone that makes sure it looks nice, someone that takes care of the boys after a long days work.
Once up against the sky it's hard to tell them from the stars— planets, that is—the tinted ones: Venus going down, or Mars,
It seems as though she is comparing this to the release of a lantern into the sky, a sense of light that reminds her of Robert Lowell.
An Autumn Sunset
In reading this piece, I thought there would be more vivid imagery then presented. I also got a somber sense while reading. Similarly to Afterward I could not follow this piece very well.
Now that I have your voice by heart, I read. Now that I have your heart by heart, I see
I enjoy the repetition as well and find it so interesting that she structures her pieces this way.
I shall forget you presently, my dear,
Ms. Edna is VERY sassy in this piece. She is pretty much saying that "you wn't be hard to forget, time to move on. I did love you, and I wish it lasted longer, but I'll be okay". This is like the poem to give someone that you no longer want to be with. (Although that is NOT recommended.)
I am most faithless when I most am true.
I really enjoy this line. It speaks bounds as to what honesty and truthfulness does in regard to being faithful. There is a correlation, but here she is pointing out that to her being faithful is being untrue.
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow! Faithless am I save to love's self alone.
I feel a sense of sarcasm, as if she is mocking whoever said she was unfaithful.
II
As mentioned on the solo web page for this piece, I really enjoyed it, and enjoyed the idea of her realizing that the present is the most important thing to focus on in a relationship
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, And drag me at your chariot till I die, —
This is quite the dramatic sentence, but it seems to stem from her emotions. What was she going through? (Who hurt her?)
"Is something the matter, dear," she said, "That you sit at your work so silently?" "No, mother, no—'twas a knot in my thread. There goes the kettle—I'll make the tea."
She comes back from almost a daydream type sequence to reality-- the one in which she was trying to escape from.
It's little I care what path I take, And where it leads it's little I care, But out of this house, lest my heart break, I must go, and off somewhere!
I felt this really gave a sense of how the poem was going to go. It made it seem as though she just wanted adventure, she wanted something more
Who would have loved you in a day or two.
This is a deep statement where I do feel she is referring to herself, that she allowed herself to realize that she should have been focusing on the present rather than worrying about other things. I really loved this piece and feel as though I'll be looking back at it often
I think I should have loved you presently,
I took this line almost as advice to all, that you should love someone presently-- meaning that you should be in the moment and love what is happening now, rather than focusing on the past, or worrying about the future.
The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat—the sky Will cave in on him by and by.
I felt these lines really represented the basis of the poem, and ended the piece with a dramatic tone that leaves the reader wanting more.
My anguished spirit, like a bird, Beating against my lips I heard; Yet lay the weight so close about There was no room for it without. And so beneath the weight lay I And suffered death, but could not die.
This was such a deep set of lines, especially the last two. There is something about them that stuck with me as I read the rest of the piece.
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood;
Similarly to Moriah, I appreciated the rhyming scheme, as it made it super easy to follow and understand.
This youth too long has heard the break Of waters in a land of change.
She implemented a sense of innocence, reminiscing upon the youth and implying that the world is changing around them.
And I shall stand here like a shadow Under the great balanced day, My eyes on the yellow dust, that was lifting in the wind, And does not drift away.
This is such a deep stanza that exudes so many different meanings. It almost gave the sense of her frozen in time.
Medusa
I love her influence from Greek Mythology
Knowledge
This was a sweet, short piece that portrays the ideas of passion not equating to the importance of knowledge without blatantly spelling it out for the reader.
Always in the heart she loved Others had lived,—she heard their laughter.
She didn't seem to have a chance to live because she was so focused on being romantic with someone
Epitaph for a Romantic Woman
Such a deep piece that truly depicts how women tend to be when they are fairly romantic.
Cassandra
This entire poem had a bit of an underlying meaning, that I cannot seem to piece together. It confuses me quite a bit.
My friends pointed at the clouds;They begged me to take in my kite.But I was happy
I feel this has a deeper meaning then the surface entails. She was happy with what she was doing, yet there were people trying to stop her. This is a connection many people can make, they are happy in life, doing what they feel is right for them and are aware of the dangers it entails, yet there are always people that try to convince you to do something else because it may not be what they think is right.
VII
I really enjoyed the break-up of this piece, it flowed beautifully, yet also could have been separate stories.
Dry, white years slipping through my fingersOne by one.
This was a very powerful line, she felt as though her life was fading away and she hadn't done anything meaningful with it.
I wandered through a house of many rooms.It grew darker and darker,
Very easy to visualize the entirety of the poem.
For I have time for nothing But the endeavour to balance myself Upon a broken world.
She is passionate about changing things, she seems to make it an end goal to make things right.
Some day there will be no war,
I love this line, and I to this day, still feel the same way about war.
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;
Amy Lowell is so great at beautifully providing us with imagery that puts us right in the scene with her. Even though she didn't name a specific color, when she explained it, I could close my eyes and visualize it.
Solitaire
I really enjoyed this short piece. She managed to fit so much vivid imagery in 11 short lines. I am a bit confused as to why it is called Solitaire, as it makes no reference to it. But I love the line that says "How light and laughing my mind is," it gives a bit of light and humor to the piece.
Than the words I blow about you To cover your too great loveliness As with a gauze
This line proves that the piece was in fact about someone else and not Amy Lowell herself. I feel this is an important line where she discusses someone with hesitation, as she is protective, and doesn't want anyone to feel the same way that she does about this person.
Was Venus more beautiful Than you are,
I felt in reading this piece she may have been talking to herself, almost speaking to herself in a mirror.
Christ! What are patterns for?
You can sense her frustration and sadness in this line. It gave off an angry tone that while I was reading, almost shouted in my head.
In a month he would have been my husband. In a month, here, underneath this lime, We would have broke the pattern; He for me, and I for him, He as Colonel, I as Lady,
This line actually reminds me of a Carrie Underwood song, Just A Dream, and the whole theme throughout carried similarities to the song. It is very beautifully written with the imagery, but there are sad undertones that allow readers to connect and see the emotions of the writer.
And my love will go on speaking to you Through the chairs, and the tables, and the pictures, As it does now through my voice, And the quick, necessary touch of my hand.
I really enjoyed this piece, especially these lines. She began the piece very morbid, yet as the poem went on it showed the beauty in death. These lines showed that although life goes on without loved ones, there are things that are left behind that allow others to carry on their memory, whether it be stories behind each item, or pictures of memories.
My dogs will push their noses into your hand, And ask—ask— Clinging to you with puzzled eyes.
This vivid imagery allowed me to close my eyes and imagine my dog nuzzling her nose into my hand.
Sitting here in the Summer night, I think of my death.
This line has a sense of morbidity, very different from what we were reading in Dawnland Voices this week.
For what is happiness but growth in peace, The timeless sense of time when furniture Has stood a life's span in a single place, And as the air moves, so the old dreams stir The shining leaves of present happiness?
I really enjoyed this stanza. "what is happiness, but growth in peace". Compared to the last piece I read of hers, this is such a happier piece. It takes a reader into the mind of Sarton and what her mind considers happiness and how to achieve it.
This piece is definitely dark and eerie. Sarton turned to a very dark place, writing "Now we must kill or perish. It is done. / And we fight for ourselves with little grace; / Who sold out human lives, now spend our own." This is a truly haunting statement that can be taken in a wide variety of ways. I enjoy this side of Sarton, it is a different angle compared to the various other pieces we've read.
I really enjoyed this piece. Sarton really went for a dark theme of how she feels as though she is the "Prisoner at a Desk". You would imagine, her as a writer, would enjoy sitting and writing. It is so interesting to see the stark opposite.
This poem follows Sarton's pattern of vivid imagery. She gives a simile, comparing herself and the reader to deer. I loved the comparisons and the various connections to the nature surrounding her. I also loved how sweet this poem was.
Sarton is clearly a poetic master of utilizing vivid imagery. She puts the reader in that place and time as if they were standing with her. She also gave a sense of mystery throughout as to what lead up to this piece, yet also what comes after. Sarton has a way of grabbing my atention and keeping it throughout each of her pieces.
Thou art my day, my sun!
Beautiful piece. I sense a bit of sadness, yet also a strong feeling of love and desire.
She drops no tear, She feels no fear, But beckons weeping mothers rise
This entire poem is beautiful. She is strong for her soldier, she doesn't cry, she doesn't have fears, she is an image of strength.
O climbing shepherd, I would follow thee! Over the dizzy heights, Beyond the lonely pass,
In completing this poem, I took note that this "shepherd is being referred to as a strong leader, possibly a religious entity that a large group of people follow. In reading this I instantly thought of Jesus Christ, but it could be accurate for any religious being, as they are considered shepherds of their followers
His song still lingers where his feet made haste
Although he has long passed, you can still hear his songs echo through the fields.
Seeking a pasture hidden in the height.
The shepherd was starting his journey in finding a final destination. It seems to be a long journey, as it is stated "through dark and light" meaning it possibly went on for several days.