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Toothbrush to the bicycle tire, Assignment 2

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Toothbrush to the bicycle tire, Assignment 2

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Dear mr. Hopkins,

I read your poem God's Grandeur, about 150 years after you wrote it. I think it describes the problems of climate change very well. We still have those problems. I also think nature can be very beautiful, just like you said in the first line 'charged with the grandeur of God'. And 'There lives the dearest freshness deep down things'. But you also described very well how it is ruined: 'seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil'. That is also how it is nowadays. I agree with you when you said: all for this, nature is never spent'. I also think we shouldn't ruin it. So we can keep enjoying it. And also like you said: because God don't want us to.

Lise

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, Assignment 1

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, Assignment 1

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Hello William,

It souds like you had an amazing vacation. You bescribed very beautiful how everything was looking. Especcialy because of the personification you used. 'A crowd of golden daffodils'. I feel like I also 've been there. I understand you feel happy again if you think about your memories of such beautiful nature. It also made me happy. You know I love nature and now I can enjoy it without even seeing it in real life.
I also like how you described the stars. I imagine a beautiful, bright night. You said the stars were dancing. I also think so sometimes. I also like the universe with the thousands of stars.
And 'waves dancing' in the sea. I can see it directly. A windy day on the beach with beautiful waves. I also think it's wonderful.
I'm also sitting on my couch and also became happy of all the nature you described.

Pretty regards, Lise

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For this mashup, I used lines from the Sonnets 1, 4, 17, 18, 55, 98, 129, 130 and 138

If I could write the beauty of your eyes
Could make me any summer's story tell
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shine
That thereby beauty's rose might never die

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Ere you were bron, was beauty's summer dead
Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

Simply I credit her false speaking tongue
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust

When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
Before, a joy proposed; behind a dream
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme

And being frank she lends to those are free
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust

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Inside the head I drew musical notes, because the poet is writing about a song. I drew a 'thief' who stole the poem. He is saying: 'it's mine'. Because the poem now belongs to the people how stole it. I also drew the poem itself. I wrote things like 'hard work', 'much effort', 'long nights' and 'writing progress'. I did this, because that is what makes the poem so much worth. I also drew the embrodery work. That is one of the methaphores the writer used. Another methaphore the poet used is the coat. I also atempted to draw a coat. I think this is the most important methaphore in the poem. That is why I drew it in the middle of the head.