viernes, 21 de marzo de 2014

Commentary for Marisol Lozano: Dynamic analysis: Come not when I am dead

Dynamic analysis: Come not when I am dead: Come not when I am dead Come not,when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the ...

This poem was posted on Marisol's blog. The poem was easy for me to understand. When I read at first, I immediately thought that the poem was talking about a love relationship that did not have a happy ending.
One of the lovers came to realize the love he/she felt something for the other person, but it was just too late. The other lover was already dying.
In the commentary I was reading from Marisol, she says that the poem talks about a love relationship gone wrong. And, I agree with the commentary she posted.

jueves, 20 de marzo de 2014

Commentary for Vernon Smith: Ap literature: If We Must Die

Ap literature: If We Must Die: If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their m...

This poem was on Vernon's blog. Immediately after I read the poem, I thought of all the people that are in the military fighting for this country. They die for the country they serve. I thought of a scene where an enemy is killing one of our soldiers. If he dies, he knows his death was not in vain and that the country will benefit from the blood that shed. Even though there are soldiers that die in the battlefields, they die nobly knowing they served a purpose.

Commentary for Torian D. Priestly: Poetry: For Anne by Leonard Cohen

Poetry: For Anne by Leonard Cohen

For Anne

With Annie gone,
whose eyes to compare
with the morning sun?
Not that I did compare,
But I do compare
Now that she's gone.

This poem was posted on Torian's blog. Even though the poem is short and straight to the point, I enjoyed the poem.
The line that most stuck to me was," Not that I did compare, but I do compare now that she's gone."
To me, it seemed like the author was saying that there are poem that do not know what they have until they see it lost.
This poem is perfect for all those people that do not take a relationship seriously until it is damaged. 

Commentary for Ashantee Ponder: World of Poetry : She by Alice Walker

World of Poetry : She: She She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is in bloom; She is the one who will tell the most funny &a...

The woman you see in the picture below is the person that this poem is dedicated to. Alice Walker dedicated Gloria Steinem this poem for her 75th birthday.
When I began reading the poem, I thought the speaker was writting to his lover. The speaker describes this person with so much passion that this was the first thing that came to my mind.
As I reached the end of the poem, the author wrote that she had dedicated this poem to Gloria. Otherwise I would have thought that the speaker was a male figure and not Alice Walker, herself.
When I read Ashantee's commentary for this specific poem, I agree when she said that the author used the repetition of the word "she." She used this repetition to add an emphasis to Gloria Steinem and all the attributions that she has made.

Commentary for Emoni: Contempoary And Classical Poets: Rita Dove: Daystar


Contempoary And Classical Poets: Rita Dove: Daystar: She wanted a little room for thinking:  but she saw diapers steaming  on the line, A doll slumped behind the door. So she lugged a chair be...

This poem was posted on Emoni Cook's blog. I thought this poem was interesting and relevant to most people. In short terms, it talks about a woman who is taking care of her little girl, Liza. When the little girl takes her nap, she has an hour to herself and goes out to the fields. She knows that this is the only free time she has in the whole day "before Liza appeared pouting from the top of the stairs."
This poem had an abundance of imagery. She vividly described the little things she would do to enjoy herself by saying, "Sometimes there were things to watch--the pinched armor of a vanished cricket, a floating maple leaf." The audience can easily see the leaves floating freely with the wind with no worries. 
From Emoni's commentary, I agree when she said that the diction of the poem helps to maintain the idea of the theme. She uses words that relate to the main idea of the poem. 
In my view point, this poem is dedicated to all the mothers that must tend to their children day and night. 
The picture that Emoni used was relevant to the poem. It shows a tired mother trying to sleep her baby in the middle of the night.

jueves, 27 de febrero de 2014

Commentary for: Tashawna Carmichael Emily and Sharon : Hope is the thing with feathers

Emily and Sharon : Hope is the thing with feathers: "Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all, And s...

This poem is written by Emily Dickinson. I was very interested in reading the poem because the poem title was very appealing to the reader. Usually, Hope does not have feather. So, you think is she talking about a bird or the idea of having hope? And, this is what convinced me to read this poem.
All throughout the poem, Emily Dickinson is personifying hope. She is characterizing hope as if it was a bird. In the poem, she says, "And sings the tune without the words." Here, she is giving hope the ability to sing. When she gives hope the ability to sing, she does not clearly mean the ability to sing like birds do in the morning. In giving hope the ability to sing, she means that drive that keeps you alive and thinking that the impossible will happen. Everyone has hope in something. Once you stop, the song in you also stops.
I loved how she characterized the idea of hope to that of a bird. No one would think they are similar, but in this poem, she effectively personifies hope as a bird. She also effectively engages the reader by expressing thoughts that are difficult to see right away.

Commentary for: Jordan's Cool Blog Yeah: Keeping Things Whole

Jordan's Cool Blog Yeah: Keeping Things Whole: In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always ...

I loved this poem once I finished reading it. At first, when I read the title of the poem, I could not infer what the poem was going to be about. But, as I reached the end of the poem, I realized that the poem was about the speaker being in a place to keep things complete.

It is like when someone is not where they usually are. You can immediately feel their absence because when they are present, they feel the air with their amusement and joy. I feel different when my friend is absent or is not in class. I do not feel the same vibe as when they are in class.

Jordan posted a picture that goes perfect with the poem. She used the picture that is below. As you can see, her presence adds color to the field. Where she is absent, there are dull colors like black and grey. Her sole presence "keeps things whole."

miércoles, 26 de febrero de 2014

commentary for: Eugene Teah poem lover : Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,Cal...

poem lover : Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
: Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace; An...

First of all, I read the poem thoroughly. I thought this poem was very interesting. All that I comprehended from this poem was that the author was talking about time. It was not until I read Eugene's commentary that I understanded more about what the author was trying to express.

From my understanding, the poem had a lot to do with the time period it was written in. The author had Christian beliefs, which made him include his beliefs about heaven and afterlife.

A very interesting part time in this poem is when the author says, " Fly, envious Time." This phrase says alot is so few words. The author is saying that Time is envious. Like Eugene, the author may have intended for the Time to be envious of us. Time goes away and after that it all ends. But, according to John Milton, humans have some special place to go after death comes. Humans go to heaven where Time never ends and everything is peaceful.

Commentary for: Kennedy's Poetry project: Yahia Lababidi Poem #2 "Words"

Poetry project: Yahia Lababidi Poem #2 "Words": Words are like days: coloring books or pickpockets, signposts or scratching posts, fakirs over hot coals. Certain words must be earned just..

This is a poem by Yahia Lababidi called "Words." Kennedy posted this poem on her blog.
In the poem, "Words," there are an abundance of metaphors. The author, Yahia Lababidi, compares words to other things that are usually not alike.
First of all, Yahia says that words are like days in the first stanza. Then she goes on saying the many things that are like words.
The most important line of this poem for me was when the author says, " every word is a cosmos dissolving the inarticulate." Here, the author says that words destroy the person that does not know how to articulate themselves correctly or that does not know how to talk correctly. This means that you do not know how to use your words. This ends up destroying you because you can not communicate with people.

Commentary for: Breion's Blog: CasabiancaLove's the boy stood on the burning deck...

Breion's Blog: CasabiancaLove's the boy stood on the burning deck...: Casabianca Love's the boy stood on the burning deck trying to recite `The boy stood on the burning deck.' Love's the son st...

Before I read the poem, I thought it was going to be about some Casabianca because I did not know what that word meant. I got a big surprise when I started reading the poem. The poem focuses on love.

After I finished reading the poem, I was left with a sad mood because of the last stanza in the poem.

In the poem, Casabianca, Elizabeth Bishop says that love is many things.

Overall, Elizabeth Bishop says that love is the whole scene in which the boy is struggling to read while on a ship that is burning just like him. The saddest part of the poem is when Elizabeth Bishop says that "love is the burning boy." This poem provokes a lot of meaning and since it is the last line in the poem, it sticks with the reader long after reading the poem.

I really liked this poem because of the new point of view that she has to offer about love. Love is everything, from the birds chirping outside on a spring morning to the bully teasing a kid at school. 

Commentary on:Critiques By Nikaule: Boy Breaking GlassBY GWENDOLYN BROOKSTo Marc Craw...

Critiques By Nikaule: Boy Breaking GlassBY GWENDOLYN BROOKS
To Marc Craw...
: Boy Breaking Glass BY  GWENDOLYN BROOKS To Marc Crawford from whom the commission Whose broken window is a cry of art    (suc...

I read this poem and it was pretty confusing. I looked at what other people had to say about this poem and most of them said that it was about the "ghetto blacks" surviving inequality and white power. From this I can infer that the poem was probably written during the civil rights era(1960's).

In the poem, the boy is tired of being mistreated and abused by the white people.

The poem seems to be in free verse, although the first stanza anticipates it being an iambic pentameter. The author also includes slant rhythm in her poem.

In one stanza, the boy says, "The music is in minors." By this, the author might have intended minor to be like the minority group in which the boy belongs to.

As I began reading and looking at what other people had to say about this poem, I began to comprehend the poem more and more. But, I still do not i understand why the poem was dedicated to Marc Crawford. Is Marc Crawford the little boy mentioned in the poem?

Commentary for Marriah Taylor blog- When Death Comes by Mary Oliver

Griselda Alvarez M. Commentary on Marriah’s post:
The poem, When Death Comes by Mary Oliver is very interesting. The author mostly used metaphors in her poem to compare death to various things or ideas. In one stanza, Mary Oliver says,” when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades.” Here, she compared death to an iceberg. She may have compared death to an iceberg because an iceberg is cold just like death.
I like Marriah's comment on the poem because she says that death comes unexpectedly. Marriah analyzed the poem very well and could articulate the main idea of the poem.

viernes, 21 de febrero de 2014

Finished with all my poems!

At this point I am finished with all my commentaries for Maya Angelou and Katherine Philips, which is 20 posts.
Now I will finish posting my commentary for every classmate in 4B.....

Refusal by Maya Angelou


In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands                                                     
Your Laughter brave                                          
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body's haste.
Without the promise
Of one more sweet encounter
I will not deign to die.

A Country Life By Katherine Philips



How sacred and how innocent
    A country life appears;
How free from tumult, discontent,                                   
 From flattery or fears!

This was the first and happiest life,
    When man enjoy'd himself;
Till pride exchangëd peace for strife,
    And happiness for pelf.

'Twas here the poets were inspired,
    Here taught the multitude;
The brave they here with honour fir'd,
    And civilised the rude.

The golden age did entertain
    No passion but of love;
The thoughts of ruling and of gain
    Did ne'er their fancies move.

None then did envy neighbour's wealth
    Nor plot to wrong his bed;
Happy in friendship and in health,
    On roots, not beasts, they fed.

They knew no law nor physic then,
    Nature was all their wit:
And if there yet remain to men
    Content, sure this is it.

What blessings doth this world afford
    To tempt or bribe desire!
Her courtship is all fire and sword,
    Who would not then retire?

Then welcome dearest solitude,
    My great felicity;
Though some are pleas'd to call thee rude,
    Thou art not so, but we.

Them that do covet only rest,
    A cottage will suffice:
It is not brave to be possest
    Of earth, but to despise.

Opinion is the rate of things,
    From hence our peace doth flow;
I have a better fate than kings,
    Because I think it so.

When all the stormy world doth roar,
    How unconcern'd am I!
I can not fear to tumble lower,
    Who never could be high.

Secure in these unenvy'd walls,                                                      
 I think not on the state,
And pity no man's case that falls
    From his ambitious height.

Silence and innocence are safe;
    A heart that's nobly true
At all these little arts can laugh
    That do the world subdue.

While others revel it in state,
    Here I'll contented sit,
And think I have as good a fate
    As wealth and pomp admit.

Let some in courtship take delight,
    And to th' Exchange resort;
Then revel out a winter's night,
    Not making love, but sport.

These never knew a noble flame,
    'Tis lust, scorn or design:
While vanity plays all their game,
    Let peace and honour mine.

When the inviting spring appears,
    To Hyde Park let them go,                                                                            
And hasting thence be full of fears
    To lose Spring-Garden show.

Let others (nobler) seek to gain
    In knowledge happy fate,
And others busy them in vain
    To study ways of state.

But I resolvëd from within,
    Confirmëd from without,
In privacy intend to spin
    My future minutes out.

And from this hermitage of mine,                                      
 I banish all wild toys,
And nothing that is not divine
    Shall dare to tempt my joys.

There are below but two things good,
    Friendship and Honesty;
And only those of all I would
    Ask for felicity.

In this retir'd and humble seat,
    Free from both war and strife,
I am not forc'd to make retreat,
    But choose to spend my life.

I chose to read this poem because the title intrigued me and I wanted to continue reading the poem. The title, " a country life," reminded me of a summer that I spent in the country in Mexico. The country life is very calm and tranquil. I decided to read this poem because it would remind me of the times I spent with my grandparents in Mexico as a young girl.
After I finished reading the poem, I thought that it was very calming. The tone of the poem was tranquil. The tone helped to establish the feeling that the country makes one feel. It also helped us picture the country and to feel more connected with the idea that the author, Katherine Philips transmitted in this poem.
I understood the poem from beginning to end. The first stanza talks about the tranquility of the country. The country life is a happy place and does not invoke fear.
The second stanza says that a man enjoys himself in that place and lives happily. His soul has peace.
The third stanza states that the view of the country life inspired many poets, like it inspired Katherine Philips to write this poem.
The next stanza says that the country life was a golden age. The author says that the country life entertained feelings of love. When one looks at the country sight, one feels calm and relaxed. That is the feeling that love projects.
The next stanza says that in the country, there are no bad thoughts of stealing money or envy about other people's possessions. No one thinks about being unfaithful or being with another person one is not married to.
The next stanza says that in those times, there were no rules or police needed to enforce the law because everyone knew what was right and what was wrong.
The next stanza says that this place was a true blessing, which in fact it was because who would not want to live in peace and without any disturbance?
The next stanza says that the country causes great happiness to the speaker.
The next stanza says  that for the people that live in the country, they only need a simple house to live in. They do not need a castle to live in or anything fancy.
The next stanza says that the speaker lives better than  king. He says that his fate is better than of a king's.
The next stanza says that the speaker is not concerned with what happens outside of his world. He only cares about the country.
The next stanza says to not worry about the rich, even if they fall from the cloud on which they are on.
The next stanza says that the people of the country conform with being silent. They do not need an extravagant life full of parties and laughter.
The next stanza says that the same thing that she said in stanza ten. She says her fate is better than the wealthy.

The poem goes on talking about the country life and all its virtues and advantages. The speaker loves the country life and would not leave it, not even for a mansion and good lifestyle.

martes, 18 de febrero de 2014

On the fair weather just at the Coronation by Katherine Philips

      Katherine Philips

On the Fair Weather just at
the Coronation, it having
rained immediately before
and after

So clear a season, and so snatch'd from storms,
Shows Heav'n delights to see what man performs.
Well knew the Sun, if such a day were dim,                                    
It would have been an injury to him:
For then a cloud had from his eye conceal'd
The noblest sight that ever he beheld.
He therefore check'd th' invading rains we fear'd,
And in a bright Parenthesis appear'd.
So that we knew not which look'd most content,                     
The King, the people, or the firmament.
But the solemnity once fully past, 

The storm return'd with an impetuous haste                                                                                    
And Heav'n and Earth each other to out-do,      
Vied both in cannons and in fire-works too.
So Israel past through the divided flood,
While in obedient heaps the Ocean stood:
But the same sea (the Hebrews once on shore)

 Return'd in torrents where it was before.                                                                                                                                                 


I looked at the title of this poem and 
I thought the poem was going to be a 
bit boring. It was only after I read it
 that I realized that it was not boring
 like I thought it was. 
The poem talks about what exactly 
what the title suggests. Katherine was
 very direct when choosing the title for 
her poem. For unknown reasons, she 
chose to not engage the reader or grab
 the reader's attention by choosing a 
surprising title. Since the poem was 
written in the seventeenth century, 
maybe in that era, attention grabbers 
were not necessary. 
 In the poem, Katherine Philips is
 expressing the actions that occurred 
while a king was being coronated at 
some ceremony. 
The actions that Katherine Philips 
expresses are just the weather that
 took place in the coronation. 
In the poem, Katherine Philips says,
 "And in a bright Parenthesis appear'd. 
 So that we knew not which look'd most
 content, The King, the people, or the
 firmament." In this phrase, Katherine
 is saying that when the king was given
 the crown, it was raining. Since it was
 raining, you could not really see who
 was happy for the king's coronation. 
 This poem was very informative. It is
 really surprising to see that Katherine
 simply talked about the weather in the
 coronation. From this poem, I learned
 that different eras express different topics.

Human Family by Maya Angelou

Human Family

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.

Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.

The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.
I've sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land,
I've seen the wonders of the world
not yet one common man.

I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I've not seen any two
who really were the same.

Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,                                                                        
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.

We love and lose in China,
we weep on England's moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.

We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we're the same.

I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,                                                     
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.


I choose to read this poem from Maya Angelou because the title was a bit out of place. Usually people will say,"American Family," or something between those margins.
It was only after I finished reading the poem that I realized why Maya Angelou named her poem the way she did. We are all humans. At the end of her poem, she expresses that we are all alike. Just thinking about that; Family members are similar in the way that we act. Some relatives have that same smile or that same face gesture. So, since we, humans are all alike, we are also all a family. This is what I concluded from comparing humans to a family. After this conclusion, I realized that her title made perfect sense with the poem and that there was nothing confusing about it.
After analyzing the poem " Human Family," I noted that Maya Angelou used figurative language to come across her audience to express what she believes are the differences between humans and how similar we really are.
Maya Angelou used repetition in her poem to express her point that all humans are alike. In the poem, She says, "We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike," in the last couple of stanzas. In total, she repeats it three times. Maya Angelou was very smart to add this type of figurative language to her poem. First of all, she put this phrase at the end of the poem. Next, she repeated it like three times. With this type of combination, the reader kept this phrase in their mind long after finishing reading the poem. This made Maya Angelou get her point across successfully, which is what most poets and writers want to achieve through their writing.

"Human Family" by Maya Angelou- YouTube Video

lunes, 17 de febrero de 2014

Touched by an Angel by Maya Angelou

Touched by an Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple                                        
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old   memories of pleasure.                                  
ancient histories of   pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Maya Angelou

So, first of all, I looked at the title of the poem. And, just from the title itself, I could hypothesize a lot of things. First, I thought that the tone might be angelic and calm. Second, I could figure out the main idea of the poem. I thought that it would talk about angels since the title read, " Touched by an angel"
After I read the poem, I thought that it was a very soothing poem. It talks about love and how it brings life into us.
In the first stanza, Maya Angelou says that we are not accustomed to have courage and that we live in loneliness until love comes into our lives, and thus frees us from the loneliness.
In the second stanza, Maya Angelou talks about what happens when love comes into our lives. We start remembering good times we had before and also the bad times.
In the third stanza, Maya Angelou says that love takes away our fear.
Next, in the last stanza, Maya Angelou says that love also takes our our timidity. When you fall in love with a person, confidence begins yo grow between the two. Then, you will notice that you have lost all the timidity you first had when you meet him or her. That is what Maya Angelou must have meant when she added this to her poem. In the end of the poem, Maya Angelou says love changes everything from us and we find out that only love can set us free. Love is everything to us and without it we are nothing.
When I analyzed the poem, I found that Maya Angelou used various figurative language to transmit to her audience her point of view on love.
All throughout the poem, Maya Angelou used personification. She says," ...until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love is an idea, but it is not a person or a human. In this phrase, Maya Angelou is expressing love like if it is a human being. Love can come to you, but in a sentimental way. Love can not actually come towards you. Also love can not liberate you like a human would.
Also, Maya Angelou says that love arrives in a train. As far as i know, humans can arrive on trains, but not love or ideas. Lastly, Maya says that love sets us free. For these reasons, I believe Maya Angelou used personification in this phrase. Overall, Maya Angelou used personification in her entire poem because she wanted to better come across her point and for her poem to be descriptive and engaging. By treating love as a person, she was better able to explain what love does when it enters our lives. 

Poem-Maya Angelou. Touched by an Angel. YouTube video 

Song by Katherine Philips

Katherine Philips


'Tis true our life is but a long disease,
Made up of reàl pain and seeming ease.
You stars, who these entangled fortunes give,
    O tell me why
    It is so hard to die,
        Yet such a task to live!

If with some pleasure we our griefs betray,
It costs us dearer than it can repay,
For time or fortune all things so devours,
    Our hopes are crossed,
    Or els the object lost,
        Ere we can call it ours.

When I first looked at the title of this poem, it intrigued me because the title was, " Song." Does it talk about what songs make us feel or is it simply a song in a poem. I wanted to read the poem to find out and clear all my doubts.
Before reading the poem, I looked at how many stanzas this poem had. I thought that this poem was surely the shortest poem Katherine Philips ever wrote. All the other poems I have read by Katherine are medium to long. So, I thought that the shorteness of this poem had some kind of importance or significance.
I read the poem in its entirety. The poem was very deep in meaning.
First of all, the poem was written using old English. She says, "Tis true our life is but a long disease. Instead of saying "it is," Katherine Philips says 'tis. This says a lot about in what era the poem was written. Katherine Philips wrote all her poems in the seventeenth to eighteenth century.
The first line of the poem is very thought provoking. Katherine says, "Tis true our life is but a long disease." Here, Katherine Philips is saying that on a day-to-day basis, we live with struggles and everyday we have problems to face. The day-to-day struggles that we, humans face is the long disease that Katherine Philips is talking about in her poem.
Next, Katherine Philips says,"O tell me why It is so hard to die, Yet such a task to live!" At first I was a bit confused because I am used to hearing people say that it is so easy to die, but hard to live. Then I looked at it further, and since she is from a different time period, maybe she thought that it was hard to die as well as to live. When I think about it, it is hard to die. No one ever knows when our time will come, and that is what makes it so hard.
For all the interesting quotes that Katherine Philips included, I thought that this poem was very thought provoking.

miércoles, 12 de febrero de 2014

Commentary for Anntrell-Poetry Project: Nikki Giovanni poem #6

Poetry Project: Nikki Giovanni poem #6:                I Wrote A Good Omelet I wrote a good omelet...and ate a hot poem... after loving you Buttoned my car...and drove my coa...

My commentary:

I am commenting on a post that my classmate, Anntrell put on her blog.

When I read the poem for the first time, it was a bit confusing. I did not understand the literary meaning of, " I wrote a good omelet." So, I read it a second time, this time I payed close attention.

The only confusion was that she replaced some of the words. After that I understood the poem perfectly.

Anntrell said that love can be a bit distractful and I agree. Love makes us blind and it disables us from seeing the flaws of the loved one.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms.                                      
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,                                                  
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.                          
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

From reading some of Maya Angelou's poems, she is very feminist. She wrote "Woman Work" and "Still I Rise" and many others that show a feminist point of view. Taking this in consideration, I knew that this poem was going to elevate the women and obviously talk good about them.
It was a pleasure reading this poem. It gave an important message about the pride of women and how they overcome discrimination and still feel phenomenal.
Maya Angelou used repetition in her poem to stress all the important lines to her. She says, " Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me," at the end of almost every stanza. This expressed how this phrase is very important in the poem. This phrase turned out to become a famous quote by Maya Angelou. By using repetition, the reader stayed with these lines after having read the poem.

Listen: Dr. Maya Angelou recites her poem,
"Phenomenal Woman"

A Friend by Katherine Philips

A Friend

Love, nature's plot, this great
creation's soul,
   The being and the harmony of
Doth still preserve and propagate the                  
   From whence man's happiness and
safety springs:
The earliest, whitest, blessed'st times
did draw
From her alone their universal law.

Friendship's an abstract of this noble
   'Tis love refined and purged from
all its dross,
The next to angels' love, if not the
   As strong in passion is, though not
so gross:
It antedates a glad eternity,
And is an heaven in epitome.

Essential honour must be in a friend,
   Not such as every breath fans to
and fro;
But born within, is its own judge and
   And dares not sin though sure that
none should know.
Where friendship's spoke, honesty's
For none can be a friend that is not

Thick waters show no images of
   Friends are each other's mirrors,
and should be
Clearer than crystal or the mountain
   And free from clouds, design, or
For vulgar souls no part of friendship
Poets and friends are born to what
they are.


The title of the poem captivated my attention and I decided to read the poem. "Friends" is the title of the poem and I wanted to know what the author, Katherine Philips had to express about friends. The things she said in her poem are so true. Everyone thinks this, but Katherine put it perfectly together in a poem.
She used a variety of figurative language to transmit her point about friends.
First of all, Katherine Philips used hyperbole. The use of hyperboles give exaggeration to her poem. She says, "clearer than crystal." This phrase, which is in stanza four, is saying that friends should be completely honest to each other. She does not mean that friends shoulld literally be clearer than crystal. When someone is " crystal-clear," they are direct and truthful about what they have to say. The poem would be boring if she said," friends must be truthful and honest to each other." So, with the use of a hyperbole, she also adds spice to her poem.
After reading the poem, I realized the true meaning of friendship. Katherine Philips does an excellent job at explaining this to the audience. The poem is not sad or anything, but it provokes feelings in you after reading it. Katherine Philips wants us to be good friends. She says that no one is a bad friend. Each person hangs out with people that are their mirrors. This means that people that are alike and have the same interests tend to become friends.
I am willing to be a better friend and listen to my friends.

martes, 11 de febrero de 2014

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays                                                                                                                                
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

lunes, 10 de febrero de 2014

To One Persuading A Lady To Marriage by Katherine Philips

To One Persuading A Lady To Marriage

Forbear, bold youth; all 's heaven here,
And what you do aver
To others courtship may appear,
'Tis sacrilege to her.
She is a public deity;
And were 't not very odd
She should dispose herself to be
A petty household god?

First make the sun in private shine
And bid the world adieu,
That so he may his beams confine
In compliment to you:
But if of that you do despair,
Think how you did amiss
To strive to fix her beams which are
More bright and large than his.

Alone by Maya Angelou


Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

domingo, 9 de febrero de 2014

Epitaph on her Son H. P. by Katherine Philips

Epitaph on her Son H. P.

WHat on Earth deserves our trust ?                                
Youth and Beauty both are dust.                
Long we gathering are with pain,
What one moment calls again.
Seven years childless, marriage past,
A Son, a son is born at last :
So exactly lim'd and fair.
Full of good Spirits, Meen, and Air,
As a long life promised,
Yet, in less than six weeks dead.
Too promising, too great a mind
In so small room to be confin'd :
Therefore, as fit in Heav'n to dwell,                      
He quickly broke the Prison shell.
So the subtle Alchimist,
Can't with Hermes Seal resist
The powerful spirit's subtler flight,
But t'will bid him long good night.
And so the Sun if it arise
Half so glorious as his Eyes,
Like this Infant, takes a shrowd,
Buried in a morning Cloud.

Men by Maya Angelou


When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pauses,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,                                        Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,

One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a.             Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears,
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.

Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
Knowing something.
Going someplace.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.