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My Richard Corey poem

degroatdavid — 2017-03-06 16:11:36 UTC

We the people saw the indigo as black and white

He appeared to be a wimp that could not put up a fight

when you looked at his eyes he looked high as a kite

He was truly a star that didn't shine bright

But this was not close to true

His life was as colorful as the sky blue

Quite strong he was, he could chop a log In two (irony)

He wept in bed and said if only the others knew

Everyone thought the indigo was as dumb as a rock

As if he were a clock without the tick tock

Or a businessman without any stock

To look into his mind you'd be in shock

He saw the world with kaleidoscope eyes

What he stored in his head was truly a prize

World philosophies and epiphanies to save the world from demise

Too bad the world never gave him a chance to try

my Richard Corey poem analysis

degroatdavid — 2017-03-08 16:15:04 UTC

The time period of this poem is between the REALISM AND MODERNISM PERIODS. During those periods many authors focused their literature on the UGLY SIDE OF LIFE WITH A PESSIMISTIC TONE USING A REALISTIC VIEW. the audience is shown Richard Corys sadness in the final lines of his suicide

my noiseless patient spider poem

degroatdavid — 2017-03-08 16:15:30 UTC

a noiseless patient candle
lighting the room that surrounds him
dripping away to keep the darkness at bay
to allow sight its life it would pay

o soldier that fights for the free
how could the people ever repay thee
you have no legs no home nor sanity
you gave your life away to save humanity

my noiseless patient spider poem analysis

degroatdavid — 2017-03-08 16:15:44 UTC

The time period of this poem is the romanticism period. During this time period authors focused their literature on individuality . the audience can see this in the isolation on his soul and the spider

The Tide Rises, the Tide FallsBY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

degroatdavid — 2017-03-20 02:12:05 UTC

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveller hastens toward the town,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white hands,

Efface the footprints in the sands,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but nevermore

Returns the traveller to the shore,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Who Burns for the Perfection of Paper

degroatdavid — 2017-03-20 02:16:50 UTC

At sixteen, I worked after high school hours
at a printing plant
that manufactured legal pads:
Yellow paper
stacked seven feet high
and leaning
as I slipped cardboard
between the pages,
then brushed red glue
up and down the stack.
No gloves: fingertips required
for the perfection of paper,
smoothing the exact rectangle.
Sluggish by 9 PM, the hands
would slide along suddenly sharp paper,
and gather slits thinner than the crevices
of the skin, hidden.
The glue would sting,
hands oozing
till both palms burned
at the punch clock.

Ten years later, in law school,
I knew that every legal pad
was glued with the sting of hidden cuts,
that every open law book
was a pair of hands
upturned and burning.

—Martín Espada

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

degroatdavid — 2017-03-20 15:05:30 UTC

.Born on February 27, 1807, in Portland, Maine

.Frances Appleton, whom he had met in Europe soon after his first wife died. After seven years, they married in 1843, and would go on to have six children.

. In 1861, a house fire killed his wife, Fanny, and that same year, the country was plunged into the Civil War. His young son, Charley, ran off to fight without his approval.

http://www.biography.com/people/henry-wadsworth-longfellow-9385673

Martín Espada

degroatdavid — 2017-03-20 15:06:31 UTC

.Born on August 7, 1957, in Brooklyn, New York, to a Puerto Rican father and a Jewish mother

.Espada began writing poetry when he was fifteen. He has stated that he found writing to be even more important than sleeping.

. Frank Espada, became active in the Civil Rights movement during the 1950’s. During the 1960’s, he took his son to protest meetings and rallies in an effort to educate him as to the political and social struggle that minorities must wage against prejudice, racism, and indifference.

https://www.enotes.com/topics/martin-espada

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls analysis

degroatdavid — 2017-03-20 15:21:32 UTC

The time period of this poem is the romanticism period. During this time period authors focused their literature on the cycle of life. The reader can see this with the use of the metaphor of the twilight with the falling tide representing a portrait of death

Who Burns for the Perfection of Paper analysis

degroatdavid — 2017-03-20 15:22:54 UTC

The time period of this poem is the contemporary period. During this time period authors focused their literature on the things we take for granted. the reader can see this in the end when the author realizes all the work done to make a simple legal pad through his past events.

post contemporary

degroatdavid — 2017-03-22 01:06:37 UTC

freedom of expression
homeland security
equality
pursuit of greater purpose