Thursday, March 28, 2013

Sorting Laundry / Elisavietta Ritche

“A mountain of unsorted wash could not fill the empty side o the bed,” (Ritchie 842).  This poem describes something that everyone has experienced.  Each stanza tells a truth.  It is comical because everyone can relate. Papers disappear but money always remains. How many papers would it take to clog the drain?  There are always things in the pockets.  The laundry with ruin some clothes but when it could possibly make something else better it never actually does. The laundry plays such an important part of our lives. Many people think about what they will weir every day. Laundry is never done because even while we are doing it we are creating more.  In the end all the hassle that could be saved if her husband would leave would not be able to make up for his lose. 

Batter my heart, three-personed God / John Donne

I really liked this poem.  “Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free,” (Donne 840).  This is a very religious poem.  It reflects the more religious based culture of the time.  It is filled with irony.  The person loves God but is betrothed to the devil.  He wants to be with God but cannot get to him by himself.  In the end it says to be freed he mush be imprisoned.  This sounds backwards but it is also true.  To be saved from the devil the person must be prevented from returning to him.  He cannot resist himself but if God would stop him he will be safe.

I taste a liquor never brewed / Emily Dickenson

“Inebriate of Air—am I,” (Dickinson 797).  This poem praises nature.  It compares the glory of nature to the power of alcohol to influence and dazzle someone.  It describes the effects of alcohol but using parts of nature.  The speaker gets drunk on air.  The speaker drinks liquor that was never brewed.  The third stanza shows how dedicated the speaker is to “drinking” this liquor.  He will continue even after the natural nectar drinkers have finished.  He values nature greatly.  Another part that shows that the liquor is not actual liquor is that the saints approve of it.  The speaker states that no vat along the Rhine could have brewed such a real alcohol to match nature.

The convergence of the Twain / Thomas Hardy

“And as the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too,” (Hardy 779).  The convergence of twain is a difficult poem to understand unless you understand it is about the titanic.  This also is surprising that it was written so soon after the titanic sank.  I would find it hard to believe it would have the same meaning it did then as it does now.  Now it is like a legendary story and figure in history.  Then it was more like a major catastrophe and was fresh in people’s minds. This line shows how destiny or God lead the titanic to its doom.  It shows and inevitability in their meeting.  It also shows how they both were being created at the same time.  On is made by man and the other by fate to meet it in the ocean.