45 Matching Annotations
  1. Oct 2016
  2. teaching.lfhanley.net teaching.lfhanley.net
    1. Frisch weht der Wind                       Der Heimat zu                       Mein Irisch Kind,                       Wo weilest du?

      Freshly the wind blows The homeland to My Irish, child, Where are you now?

    2. Oed’ und leer das Meer.

      Dull and empty the sea.

    3. hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!”

      hypocrite reader!-my similar,-my brother!"

    4. Et O ces voix d’enfants, chantant dans la coupole!

      O and the voices of children singing in the dome!

    5. DA


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    8. Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina

      Then he hid himself in the fire that refines

    9. Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie

      The Prince of Aquitaine to the round abolished

    10. Shantih

      Shanti means "Peace" in Hindi.

    11. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

      Am not a Russian, stem(tribe)' from Lithuania, genuine German.

    12. The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
    13. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us,
    14. Quando fiam uti chelidon

      Oh no. I have no idea what this means, and online translation tools have failed me. Good luck.

  3. Sep 2016
    1. Use no superfluous word

      Pretty funny considering superfluous is just a rich man's "unnecessary." Oh sure, it has connotations regarding excess, but I'll take shots where I can.

    1. Aiming

      Aiming at what?

    2. Neatness

      Is this supposed to be a joke about how this poem rejects form?

    3. Susie

      Who the hell is Susie?

    4. Exceptional

      Do exceptional assertions require exceptional considerations?

    5. hindering

      What kind of ray can be hindered?

    1. downy

      Down, n. "The fine soft covering of fowls, forming the under plumage, used for stuffing beds, pillows, etc." (OED).

      Although perhaps a cliche at this point, the description of snow as "downy" is extremely apt: beyond the soft powder on the ground, snow in the air muffles sound, and makes one feel very isolated. It is like being muffled in a blanket. In this poem our narrator is near a village, but stops for a moment of quiet, and is able to feel as if even God can't see him: a complete moment of solitude.

      "down, n.2." OED Online. Oxford University Press, September 2016. Web. 21 September 2016.

    2. Wall

      Wall, n. "A rampart of earth, stone, or other material constructed for defensive purposes." (OED).

      The concept of a wall, and what a wall does is central to this poem. Frost's narrator notices that they're rather useless, and isn't entirely sure why he keeps one: outsiders just slam through it regardless. This begs the question: what's the point? It would seem that the narrator, and his neighbor both appreciate the idea of a wall. There is perhaps a magic to it that neither fully understands, but they can both agree that the wall needs to exists. Perhaps it has a calming effect? Perhaps it is a reminder that we're not alone? "Fences make good neighbors," is a very New England expression, and I have noticed that the people out there like their space.

      "wall, n.1." OED Online. Oxford University Press, September 2016. Web. 21 September 2016.

    3. heal-all

      Heal-all, n. "Something that heals or is reputed to heal all diseases; a universal remedy; a panacea." (OED)

      I know that "heal-all" is also a nickname for a type of flower, but I could not get the above description out of my mind. I find the placement of a healing remedy within a poem so steeped in death to be rather confusing. Honestly, after looking into it this poem makes less sense than it did on my first reading. I would call this a difficult poem.

      "heal-all, n." OED Online. Oxford University Press, September 2016. Web. 21 September 2016.

    4. snow-drop spider

    5. snow-drop spider

    1. Tiering

      Tiering, n.: Arrangement in tiers; the formation of tiers(OED).

      A Tiering Machine is a machine which aids in the printing of design and pattern onto cotton (Index of Patents). Initially I had taken this word as a device to emphasize the repetitious nature of the work that the clerks are engaged in, but with this new information the word and passage take on a quality of regimented mechanical drudgery.

      Index of Specifications of Patents Great Britain. Patent Office https://books.google.com/books?id=VwkzAQAAIAAJ 1857 H.M. Stationery Office

      "tiering, n." OED Online. Oxford University Press, September 2016. Web. 12 September 2016.

    2. Convivially

      Convivial, adj.: Fond of feasting and good company, disposed to enjoy festive society; festive, jovial (OED).

      The above are not qualities which I attach to the life of an old hermit. If anything, it makes the piece more depressing as we see a lonely man playing at making merry. In the context of the rest of the poem it also contrasts and highlights the later passage about friends who would have opened doors, "long ago."

      "convivial, adj." OED Online. Oxford University Press, September 2016. Web. 12 September 2016.

    1. Ere

      Ere, prep.: Before (in time)(OED).

      I'm not sure if this would have been the case in 1915, but this term always adds a sense of antiquity to the speaker or object. It's up there with any number of old-timey utterances which I associate with the way my great-grandparents spoke. Not that I ever spoke to any of them. This whole piece is ostensibly about a person who is reflecting on his life, mulling over vast periods of time, and trying to make a personal connection to the world. The use of "ere" in this place has the effect of mentally preparing the reader for this journey. The word itself is from the "before time."

      "ere, adv.1, prep., conj., and adj." OED Online. Oxford University Press, September 2016. Web. 12 September 2016.

    1. Else, why should it be let so cheaply? And why have stood so long untenanted?

      I tend to view The Yellow Wallpaper as a precursor to "Modern Horror," which bridges the gap between Mary Shelley and H.P. Lovecraft. This is maybe the third time I have read this short story, but it's the first time I've noticed this often used horror trope: that being, a house which is mysteriously vacant.

    2. Jane

      There is no other mention of a woman named "Jane" in this story. It as if she has become the woman behind the wallpaper, and that woman knew this "Jane." This is the first time that I have noticed this. Creepy!

    3. I thought seriously of burning the house

      The short nature of these entries adds a sense of frantic urgency to the piece. As is the case in real life, once the derangement takes hold it begins to accelerate.

    4. I don’t know why I should write this. I don’t want to. I don’t feel able.

      "I don't I don't I don't." This repetition is exhausting, and wonderfully expresses the state of our poor narrator. She is nearing the end of her strength.

    5. but he says he would as soon put fireworks in my pillow-case as to let me have those stimulating people about now.

      It's really quite amazing how John unwittingly handles things as poorly as possible. I haven't read about postpartum depression in quite some time, but I seem to remember getting back into the flow of regular life as being very beneficial to the speedy recovery of the mother.

    1. Toussaint

      Haitian military leader who was instrumental in bringing about Haitian victory during the Haitian Revolution.

    2. Fifteenth Amendment

      Section 1. The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of race, color, or previous condition of servitude.

      Section 2. The Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.

    3. a stranger in mine own house

      Du Bois is a phenomenal writer, but this is a feeling that I will never be able to understand.

    1. Edfoo

      Temple of Edfoo

    2. “Donna, sei tanto grande, e tanto vali, Che qual vuol grazia, e a te non ricorre, Sua disianza vuol volar senz’ ali.”

      “Lady, you are so great, so powerful that who seeks grace without recourse to you would have his wish fly upward without wings.”

      Dante. The Divine Comedy: Paradise. Translated by Mark Musa, Penguin Books, 1984.

    3. No American had ever been truly afraid of either.

      We can be pretty flippant about our gods in this country, but I wonder if this is a slyer commentary on a generalized lack of concern for "love" or "mothers" in the US.

    4. but the nearest approach to the revolution of 1900 was that of 310, when Constantine set up the Cross.

      It must be amazing to feel so secure with your understanding of the World, and your place in it. I wonder if either age had any inkling of how bad it would become.

    5. ingenious channel for conveying somewhere the heat latent in a few tons of poor coal hidden in a dirty engine-house carefully kept out of sight

      Wonderfully concise explanation of our relationship with the generation of electricity. True then, true now.

  4. Aug 2016
    1. And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth They feed they Lion and he comes.

      Initially I was drawn to this passage as the first time that They Lion is given a gender, and some manner of "realness." The more I re-read it the more I pull from it a sense of Biblical judgment: In the Bible, both the Devil and Christ are represented as Lions(peter 5:8, revelation 5:5), and both will come for "Judgement Day." The hidden burning is Hell, and the oil-stained earth is a tainted wasteland. They Lion is not Our Lion, but he comes.

    2. They Lion grow.

      The transition from "proper" into "colloquial" English cultivates a working-class tone and manner.

    3. From the sweet glues of the trotters

      A reference to the practice of working horses to death, and then grinding them up for glue when they can't work anymore? A grim commentary on the endlessly resourceful nature of brute industry?