Poetry #3
Love and SleepAlgernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)Lying asleep between the strokes of night I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,Too wan for blushing and too warm for white, But perfect-coloured without white or red. And her lips opened amorously, and said--I wist not what, saving one word--Delight.And all her face was honey to my mouth, And all her body pasture to mine eyes; The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south, The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.


Author Algernon Charles Swinburne conveys this poem to be very intimate and romantic. I like this poet's style because he uses very indepth details to reveal his affection for his subject, his lover. He describes her appearances, slight actions, connotations, and eveything he feels about her. By using these continued descriptions and imagery he conveys his tone of "delight" and love in general. Swinburne uses imagery to depict what he sees with his own eyes and what he feels, as though the reader is with im in the room. He is constantly using adjectives and actions describing every detail of his lover. I like this style because he is not simply telling you that he is obsessed with this lady, but he describes the emtional attatchment felt with her, conveying the romance of the poem.
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Poetry #2
Work Without HopeSamuel Taylor Coleridge(composed 21st February 1825)All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair --The bees are stirring -- birds are on the wing --And Winter slumbering in the open air,Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,And Hope without an object cannot live.



http://www.mcgill.ca/files/researchoffice/GaultNatureReserve.jpg (hyperlink to my picture, wouldnt copy & paste)

I think that this poem is well represented in this picture because of the serene nature reference. This peom is about nature's features of calmness and beauty, and therefore sense of being in touch with one's own emotions and hope. This picture depocts nature at its best. I shows a beautiful scene in which I merely look into the distance in this picture and can feel the "hope" represented in this peom. Nature's beauty is very deep and intense; this poem conveys that nature brings out more than the eye can see, but what the heart can feel. The most important aspect of this poem and picuture is the fact that they convey hope. By looking into this picture you can feel the emotions of faith and hope through the serenity and intense beauty and simple calmness. That is what the poem is all about interpretting and revealing.
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Poetry #1
JabberwockyLewis Carroll[Rev. Charles Dodgson]'Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesdid gyre and gimble in the wabe.All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe."Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunthe frumious Bandersnatch!"He took his vorpal sword in hand:Long time the maxome foe he sought-So rested he by the Tumtum tree,And stood a while in thought.As in uffish thought he stood,The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,And burbled as it came.One, two! One, two! And through and throughThe vorpal blade went snicker-snack.He left it dead, and with its headHe went galumphing back."Has thou slain the Jabberwock?Come to my arms, my beamish boy!O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!He chortled in his joy.'Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.


I like this poem because it is very upbeat and positive. It is obvious;y written in a different dialect or different language and grammar than I am used to, but that merely makes it all the more interesting to me. It begins with a warning with "Beware of the Jabberwock!". This strikes a certain anxiety in the reader to find out what this fear is for. Obviously the audience does not know what a "Jabberwock" is and why to be afraid of it, but this pushes the reader to continue to find out why this oject, being, or stae should be feared. Fear inflames curiousity in people.This made this particular poem interesting to me. I do not like being scared, but I like the anxiety of fear to a certain extent. This poem also utilizes many different aspects of imagery that make it interesting to me. The poet uses onomatopoeias to stand out to the reader and draw attention. I like the dynamics of this poem and the way that these souns roll off the tongue to the rythm of this poem.