Sunday, April 12, 2009. Tuesday, March 10, 2009. One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the Strand. ONE day I wrote her name upon the strand,. Again I wrote it with a second hand,. But came the tide and made my pains his prey. A mortal thing so to immortalise;. For I myself shall like to this decay,. And eke my name be wipèd out likewise. Sunday, January 4, 2009.

Sunday, April 5, 2009. The Unknown Citizen by W. He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be. One against whom there was no official complaint,. And all the reports on his conduct agree. That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a. For in everything he did he served the Greater Community. Except for the War till the day he retired. He worked in a factory and never got fired,. But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.

Thursday, February 26, 2009. Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray. 1The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,. 3The plowman homeward plods his weary way,. 4 And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 6 And all the air a solemn stillness holds,. 7Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,. 8 And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;. 30 Their homely joys, and d.

Friday, March 20, 2009. This is the youtube link to Big Poppa E performing his slam poem on HBO. My name is Eirik Ott. And I am a Wussy Boy. I remember shouting out in high school,. I tried to like jet planes and hot rods. And then, I saw him,.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009. Begin to feel of it,dying. Forgive us,o life! The sin of Death. Cummings shape poems, he addresses death versus dying and how they both have completely different meanings.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009. Overall, I thought this poem had a negative tone. I agree that looks do not define who a person is, but their is a negative undertone in this description. It leads me to believe he or she does not like their body or the way people see them. After analyzing the literary terms for this poem, I understood it better. Sesperian Sonnet - Edmund Spenser.

Sunday, April 12, 2009. As my free verse poem, I chose. Sometimes with One I Love. By Walt Whitman, which you can find here. Sometimes with One I Love.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009. Why am I standing here, alone,. When outside you are knocking, knocking? I cannot come to you-. My feet are glued to the floor. Forgive me, but I feared you! Would that you could open the door,. But I have locked it! What sorrow I have brought upon myself! How you shout, how you plead for entrance. And how I want you to enter,. But you have not the strenth to break the door. Well, come on then! Find another way in! Some One I like, despite your victory.

Thursday, April 16, 2009. Is one of the main things that separates prose and poetry. Poetry can take on many formats, but one of them most inventive forms is for the poem to take on the shape of its subject.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009. It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be. Blended with the paper;. Then, as you scan. It, you see in the left-hand corner. And, to the right, halfway up. What ought to be a gentle. Slope, a small frame house. In the background there is a lake,. And beyond that, some low hills.