Havo project poetry
To be or not to be…
That is the question
Table of content
Introduction
Chapter 1: William Shakespeare Ø Sonnet 18; Ø Sonnet number 80 Ø Fancy
Chapter 2: Robert Burns Ø Hughie Graham 6 Ø You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart Ø Why Stop the Crime? Chapter 3: Rudyard Kipling Ø If Ø The Question Ø The Wind the River Roils Well
Chapter 4 and 5: W.B. yeats and Langston Hughes Ø He wishes for the cloth of heaven Ø He wishes his beloved where dead Ø Dreams
Chapter 6: Wilfred Owen Ø Dulce Et Decorum Est Ø Disabled Ø Reconciliation
Chapter 7: Jenny Joseph
Ø Warning
Ø No poem found
Ø When you are old
Chapter 8: Bob Dylan Ø Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carrol Ø I’ll remember you Ø A Day Like No Other
Appendix A Ø Fancy by John Keats Introduction In this document you will find the answers of the havo project Poetry. This project was been made for the 2nd school exam. In this document you find the answers of the 23 poems which had to be found. Good luck! E.g. by this document there is also an appendix for poems which are too long to be rewritten again. E.g. internet sites are referred at the last page Chapter 1: William Shakespeare Sonnet 18; Sonnet number 18 is about love for the poetry. He compares poetry with an eternal summer day and still are the poetry’s more beautiful than the summers day. As long as we read this poem William Shakespeare would live forever. William Shakespeare was born in 1564 in Stratford. Tat the age of 7 he went to Stratford Grammar School. He couldn’t stand working on a farm do he fled to London to become an actor. We all know what became of him. He became famous and his play and sonnets are known over the entire world. Sadly he died at the age of 52 in 1616. The second poem I found was sonnet number 80 Sonnet number 80 My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; (a) Coral is far more red than her lips red: (b) If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; (a) If hairs be wires, black wire grows on her head. (b) I have seen roses damasked, red and white, (c) But no such roses see I in her cheeks; (d) And in some perfumes is there more delight (c) Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. (d) I love her to speak, yet well I know (e) That music hat a far more pleasing sound: (f) I grant I never saw a goddess go, (e) My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: (f) And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare, (g) As any she believed with false compare. (g) ---------------- I think that this is an interesting poem, because it is full of contrasts. He did this because of that all writers who writes over love about a women always glorifies the thing. In this poem he is doing the opposite, which have the same affect. The rhyme scheme stands next to the poem
Fancy
The 2nd poem I found is fancy from John Keats
Fancy can be found at appendix A
John Keats had lived from 1795- 1821. Both of his parents died when he still was a youngster. He wanted to study medicine for profession, but quit that for poetry. His first volume of poems was published in 1817 and his second in 1820. At that moment his was very ill and in 1821 he died on tuberculoses. The poem is about his love for a girl which he contrasts the whole poem. A negative point of this poem is that the poem is way too long and the story goes too slow. In my opinion the poem could be a little bit smaller and therefore understandably. In this poem there is no rhyme and therefore no rhyme scheme. This poem is full of comparison like (She will… hath lost) which means she is more beautiful than the earth. My final opinion about this poem is that is a fine poem, but a little bit too long. Chapter 2: Robert Burns This chapter is about Robert Burns. If you want to know something more about him look in the assignment book from page 14. the starter poem from Robert Burns will be Hughie Graham… Hughie Graham This poem is about Hughie Graham. Hughie has stolen the merry from the bishop and penalty for that is dead. Two person tried to save Hughie by offering the Bishop some money. But the Bishop did not accept this offering, because Hughie had to die for his honor. When he had been escorted to the tree where he would be hanging on, he saw his father crying. Don’t cry Hughie said, instead tell my brothers to take my revenge… The next poem I took is You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart by Robert Burns You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart Chorus.-You're welcome, Willie Stewart, (a) You're welcome, Willie Stewart, (a) There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May, (g) That's half sae welcome's thou art! (a) Come, bumpers high, express your joy, (b) The bowl we maun renew it, (c) The tappet hen, gae bring her ben, (d) To welcome Willie Stewart, (a) You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c. (a) May foes be strang, and friends be slack (f) Ilk action, may he rue it, (h) May woman on him turn her back (f) That wrangs thee, Willie Stewart, (a) You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c. (a) Robert Burns is and always would be a Scot and therefore his poems are mostly written in Scottish, which is difficult to read. Luckily there was an automatic dictionary from Scottish to American English. The words with an underscore had been translated and are typical Scottish words, but still it is hard to read. I think this poem is about Willie Stewart which had come home. It is my opinion that this topic is very clearly because of the last sentence in each part. The rhyme rhythm stands next to the poem and you can see clearly that most lines are ending on ‘art’. In this short poem there is a metaphor which is (There’s ne’er… thou art) I had trouble to find a second poem about crime. Therefore this poem is not from a authentic writer. The poem I had found was Why stop the crime by Barrington H. Brennen;
Why Stop the Crime?
By Barrington H. Brennen
Why stop the crime when aforetime our parents were sold to please the greed of some? (a)
Why stop the crime when shipwreck looting blessed our islands homes? (a)
Why stop the crime when bootlegging enriched stores and banks? (b)
Why stop the crime when drug smuggling bought pools and tanks? (b)
Why stop the crime when slapping a wife proves the status of manhood? (c)
Why stop the crime when neglecting a child brings no shame to the neighborhood? (c)
Why stop the crime when getting pregnant in school strengthens the status of youth? (d)
Why stop the crime when aborting a baby is proof of womanhood? (c)
Why think of values, companionship, and family? (e)
These are not necessary in a land where people are lonely? (e)
Why stop the crime when having sex with an infant is proof of a father’s authority? (f)
Why stop the crime when a father getting his daughter pregnant is proof of his virility? (f)
Why stop the crime when raping a girl is the joke in the schools corridors? (g)
Why stop the crime when molesting a boy will never reach the courtroom doors? (g)
Why stop the crime when cheating on your spouse is encouraged by people everywhere? (h)
Why stop the crime when lying to your wife is not a shameful thought to bear? (h)
Why stop the crime when disowning your husband is not a terrible idea? (i)
Why stop the crime when having sex with the boss is not a shameful way to gain tenure? (j)
Why think of integrity, honesty and trust? (k)
These are not necessary in our land of lust. (k)
Why stop the crime when lying to Customs and Immigration will only save money? (l)
Why stop the crime when people in authority smuggle in their own machinery? (l)
Why stop the crime when island economies are developed by the sale of illegal stuff? (m)
Why stop the crime when you only get respect when you are acting ruff? (m)
Why stop the crime when pastors steal church money and get away with it? (n)
Why stop the crime when church members thrive on shady business? (o)
Why stop the crime when it is a blessing not to give but to appeal? (p)
Why stop the crime when it encourages the one who steals? (p)
Why think of integrity, honesty and trust? (k)
These are not necessary in our land of lust? (k)
Why stop the crime when men claim scriptural authority for treating women with disdain? (q)
Why stop the crime when Christian churches have said that women must suffer greater pain? (q)
Why stop the crime when men get more power through the submission of women? (r)
Why stop the crime when men insist that male leadership is always better for making a living? (s)
Why stop the crime when it was not my child that random bullets hit? (t)
Why stop the crime when the scream of a neighbors’ fright sounds like a movie clip? (t)
Why stop the crime when stolen cars and appliances are not the responsibility of the culprits. (u)
Why stop the crime when many who live in ivory towers seem not to care a bit? (t)
What profits would we gain by stopping the crime when we have gained so much from it all the time? (v)
Why think of pain, loneliness, and fear? (w)
Why think of the tragedy our children bear? (w)
Why think of life loss if life isn’t much? (x)
Why think of dysfunctional families if family isn’t much? (x)
Could it be that we were poisoned through generation in time (v)
By the greed and lust of power hungry minds? (y)
What is the antidote to the poison of passivity and greed? (z)
It must be a mental metamorphosis to take the lead. (1)
If we continue to be poised by the greed for power, (2)
Our nation will die and we would not even realize it’s a goner; (3)
Because a crime isn’t a crime to the unchanged mind, (4)
Unless there is a re-creation of our lives and minds. (4)
Then, and only then, will we find the power to stop the crime (5)
The poem is about why do we have to stop the crime if we have to solve so many other things.
It is my opinion meaning of this poem is very cleaver, because I think that this whole poem is sarcastic. The rhyme rhythm stands next to the poem. The whole poem is metaphoric.
Chapter 3: Rudyard Kipling
If
When you see his surname for the first time, you probably wonder “did this man make the Kipling bags”? The answer on this questions is no, that was an other man. The starter poem for this chapter is one of his famous poems If. I classify this poem as a philosophic poem. It is about what you must do on a reaction, for example: If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
Kipling was born on December 30 in 1865 in Bombay. At the age of 6 he went to school in England, but his health was very poor and therefore he couldn’t attended till he was 12. Kipling has traveled much around the world. He wrote as much poems and story’s as he could and before the first world war he became active in the politics. On January, 18 1936 he died a natural dead. An other poem from him was the question, wich is written after this;
The Question
Brethren, how shall it fare with me (a)
When the war is laid aside, (b)
If it be proven that I am he (a)
For whom a world has died? (b)
If it be proven that all my good, (c)
And the greater good I will make, (d)
Were purchased me by a multitude (c)
Who suffered for my sake? (d)
That I was delivered by mere mankind (e)
Vowed to one sacrifice, (f)
And not, as I hold them, battle-blind, (e)
But dying with open eyes? (f)
That they did not ask me to draw the sword (g)
When they stood to endure their lot -- (h)
That they only looked to me for a word, (g)
And I answered I knew them not? (h)
If it be found, when the battle clears, (i)
Their death has set me free, (j)
Then how shall I live with myself through the years (i)
Which they have bought for me? (j)
Brethren, how must it fare with me, (k)
Or how am I justified, (l)
If it be proven that I am he (k)
For whom mankind has died -- (l)
If it be proven that I am he (k)
Who, being questioned, denied? (l)
He probably written this after his son died in the first world war, because this poem is written in 1916. Probably he is asking himself why he hasn’t died, but he son did.
In my opinion I think this is a poem written by a desperate man which don’t know what to do.
He is trying to express his feelings for his dead son. The rhyme rhythm stands next to the poem (as usual) and as I can see there are no metaphors, etc in this poem.
I have also trouble to find a philosophic poem, till I found a site where people could put there poem on the internet if it was a philosophic poem, lucky me!
the poem I took was the wind the river roils well
The Wind the River Roils Well
The wind the river roils well
And rocks like shells the boats offshore. Reeds and cattails thrash and turn
As willows loose their streaming hair. Soon the storm shall strip them bare
And wash downstream the whiplike ferns. The river past its banks shall pour
And misery reduce to hell. So do we all await the power
That rises with the rising wind. The air electric sings of woe, And darkness like a dirge descends. Well do we know our fate depends
On more than we will ever know. Nor will nor prayer that fate rescinds
Though grace attends each anxious hour.
by Domenico Scarlatti
This poem is very difficult to explain, but let me try. I think that is poem is written to let us think what will happen if something horrible ( the darkness) would happen. In the first part of the poem everything is quiet. In the second part “something” is coming. In the third and last part the darkness has come and what do we have to do?. In my opinion I think also this is a very interesting topic, but what interest me most is that if you look to the first letter of each line you can read sometimes a word. there is no rhyme in this poem and I think that isn’t necessary, because the poem want to learn us a lesson. Chapter 4 and 5: W.B. yeats and Langston Hughes He wishes for the cloth of heaven In this combined chapter the topic will be dream. Dreams is a perfect subject for poems, because it can contain everything. Dreams can be realistic or surrealistic, its up to the writer. The starter poem of this combined chapter is from W.B. Yeats. The poems is he Wishes for the clothes of Heaven. This poems has two theme’s, according to madam Sneijder this poems theme is dreams, but you can also find, according to Khaled, the theme love. If you combine this two theme’s what will you get? That’s right, you will have the perfect surrealistic love poem you can get. The poem is about a men, which is poor, but dreams about being rich. If he was rich he would give his beloved one everything what he would posses. But the men is poor and only what he can gives are his dreams and treat them lightly, or else you could break it. William Butler Yeats (June 13, 1865 - January 28, 1939) celebrated Irish poet and nationalist, was born in Dublin, and educated in London and Dublin. While studying at the School of Art in Dublin he developed an interest in mystic religion and the supernatural. He helped to found the Irish Literary Society, and with the help of Lady Gregory and others, co-founded the Irish Literary Theatre (later the Irish National Theatre Society) in 1899. His wife's interest in automatic writing exercised a profound effect on his life and work. Yeats received the 1923 Nobel Prize in literature (from Http://www.harbour.sfu.ca/~hayward/van/glossary/yeats.html). The starter poem from W.B. Yeats was he wishes for the cloth heaven. The second poem which I had found was He wishes his beloved were dead. As you can see the poems antithesis, because in the first poem he is talking about his dream he wanted to give here and in the next poem she is dead! He wishes his beloved where dead
ERE you but lying cold and dead, (a) And lights were paling out of the West, (b) You would come hither, and bend your head, (a) And I would lay my head on your breast; (b) And you would murmur tender words, (c) Forgiving me, because you were dead: (d) Nor would you rise and hasten away, (e) Though you have the will of wild birds, (c) But know your hair was bound and wound (f) About the stars and moon and sun: (g) O would, beloved, that you lay (h) Under the dock-leaves in the ground, (i) While lights were paling one by one. (j) As you can see, this poem is about the dead of his wife in the perfect scene. In my opinion is a bit dramatic and that makes this poem so beautiful. I recon that this poem is a love poem, because this poem written so much tender that it almost makes you cry. The rhyme scheme is standing next to the poem and as you can see there are only a few words that rhyme on each other and therefore I classify this a broken rhyme scheme. This is a short poem, but still there is a compare in this poem and that is (“… Though you have the will of wild birds…”) literally translated it means (“…toch heb je de wilskracht als wilde volgels…”). So this is an comparison with the word “of”. Dreams Earlier in this chapter I told you that this was a combined chapter. For that the third and last poem is also a starter poem, with the most surprisingly title ever seen… Dreams. This poem is written by the American writer James Langston Hughes. The poem and his biography can you find in the assignment book. Dreams is a poem about eehhh… dreams. It says that you must not let go of your dreams, because if you do your life could become chaos. It’s my opinion to say that has a deep mention to tell us. I agree with him that a life without dreams is and always will be a sad life. This poems has also a broken rhyme scheme; it’s ABCBDEFE. Also in this poem there are two comparisons. The first one that life with dieing dreams is being compared with a broken-winged bird ( a comparison with the word “a”). the second comparison which I found was that life without dreams is being compared with a barren field that is frozen with snow ( a comparison with the word “a”). With other words life without or fading dreams isn’t a life at all.
Chapter 6: Wilfred Owen
Dulce Et Decorum Est
This chapter is about Wilfred Owen, a writer who had lived from 1893 – 1918.
Dulce Et Deocurum Est was written by Wilfrid Owen and first published in 1921. The poem is about the war, especially the front of the first world war. If you only knew through what kind of hell the front soldiers had gone, you wouldn’t say to your children the “old lie”: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. Many people don’t know what the last sentence mean. Well it’s Latin and it means “it is sweet and honorable to die for one’s country”.
While he was conscripted in the war Wilfred had written this poem to let people see how horrible the war was and with the “old lie” the government tried to make the war attractive.
How sadly it is the war had taken Owen from his live in 1918. 3 Years later in 1921 his last poem Dulce et decorum est was published.
A bioghraphy of Wilfred can you find in the assignment book. the second which I had found was Disabled. This is also a poem from Wilfred Owen;
Disabled
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, (a)
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, (b)
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park (a)
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn, (c)
Voices of play and pleasure after day, (b)
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him. (c)
About this time Town used to swing so gay (b)
When glow-lamps budded in the light-blue trees (e)
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim, (f)
-- In the old times, before he threw away his knees. (e)
Now he will never feel again how slim (f)
Girls' waists are, or how warm their subtle hands, (g)
All of them touch him like some queer disease. (h)
There was an artist silly for his face, (i)
For it was younger than his youth, last year. (j)
Now he is old; his back will never brace; (i)
He's lost his color very far from here, (j)
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry, (k)
And half his lifetime lapsed in the hot race, (l)
And leap of purple spurted from his thigh. (m)
One time he liked a blood smear down his leg, (n)
After the matches carried shoulder-high. (m)
It was after football, when he'd drunk a peg, (n)
He thought he'd better join. He wonders why . . . (o)
Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts. (p)
That's why; and maybe, too, to please his Meg, (n)
Aye, that was it, to please the giddy jilts, (p)
He asked to join. He didn't have to beg; (q)
Smiling they wrote his lie; aged nineteen years. (j)
Germans he scarcely thought of; and no fears (r)
Of Fear came yet. He thought of jeweled hilts (p)
For daggers in plaid socks; of smart salutes; (s)
And care of arms; and leave; and pay arrears; (t)
Esprit de corps; and hints for young recruits. (s)
And soon, he was drafted out with drums and cheers. (u)
Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer Goal. (v)
Only a solemn man who brought him fruits (w)
Thanked him; and then inquired about his soul. (v)
Now, he will spend a few sick years in Institutes, (x)
And do what things the rules consider wise, (y)
And take whatever pity they may dole. (z)
To-night he noticed how the women's eyes (y)
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole. (z)
How cold and late it is! Why don't they come (2)
And put him into bed? Why don't they come? (2)
“Disabled” is a very sad story. It’s about a boy who becomes disabled when he played a game. Now he is disabled and he can’t live with that, because none is visiting him or gave him a call. He is very lonely and sad.
In my opinion this is a very sad poem and very realistic. Everyone can become disabled at any time, mentally and physical like in the poem. I think that this poems wanted to teach us something. Something of take care of disabled people, try to make them happy, or cheer them up, something in that direction. As you can see this is a very long poem and therefore more than 26 characters were needed!
First things first; I want you to know that I don’t like anything about the war. In fact I hate everything what is connected to a bad side of a war. As a third poem I chose reconciliation which stands at the next page.
Reconciliation
(November 1918)
When you are standing at your hero's grave, (a)
Or near some homeless village where he died, (b)
Remember, through your heart's rekindling pride, (b)
The German soldiers who were loyal and brave. (a)
Men fought like brutes; and hideous things were done; (c)
And you have nourished hatred harsh and blind. (d)
But in that Golgotha perhaps you'll find (d)
The mothers of the men who killed your son. (c)
by
Seigfried Sassoon
The saddest thing about war is that innocent people die’s. For that reason I had chosen this poem. The poem is about someone who is standing at place where his friend/relative died. And you hope that the murderers of your son also died. In this essay this is one of the shortest poem I had chosen, but I think it is illustrating my feeling about the war. There aren’t any comparisons or metaphors. Chapter 7: Jenny Joseph Warning As you can see the 7th chapter is about Jenny Joseph. She is the only female writer my teacher took. Now I wonder why? Was there only was famous female poetry writer in the history? Anyway the title of the starter poem of this chapter is Warning. I think that the poem is autobiographic, because the way she wrote it down. She is trying to warn other people what she would be like if she was old. Therefore I classify this poem with aging.
No poem found
It is very hard to say for me that I couldn’t find a 2nd poem of Jenny joseph. I have tried very hard, but the only poem I could found was Warning, but my teacher already chosen that as the starter poem. That’s why I couldn’t find a poem that is capable to be counted as a second poem.
Still sad because I couldn’t find a 2nd poem I started looking for a third poem about aging. Surprisingly I found a poem from W.B. Yeats, yes the William Butler Yeats from chapter 4.
So here is his poem When you are old;
When you are old
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, (a)
And nodding by the fire, take down this book, (b)
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look (b)
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; (a)
How many loved your moments of glad grace, (c)
And loved your beauty with love false or true; (d)
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, (d)
And loved the sorrows of your changing face. (c)
And bending down beside the glowing bars (e)
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled (f)
And paced upon the mountains overhead (f)
And his face amid a crowd of stars. (e)
W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
It’s about a men who is looking back to his live what he had lived. In my opinion this is not a sad poem, more like a happy poem, because in the poem there isn’t told about the sad thing he had go through in live. Also the poem is a some kind of third person written, because the writer wants to talk about when you become an old-pensioned grandpa who is sitting day in and day out looking out of the window and remember the “old times” The poem has one interesting semi-comparison. If you are not a “grandpa”, the poem compares you with one. But if you are a “grandpa”, then there is no comparison, because you are already one, I think that this poem is at that moment a metaphor.
Chapter 8: Bob Dylan
Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carrol
In this chapter it is about Bob Dylan. As you can see the starter poem of this chapter is Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carrol. The poem is about William Zanzinger killed Hattie is gets for that 6 months sentence. In my opinion this is a very interesting and important subject, because he is talking about useless violation. This is a problem what we also have in the Netherlands and the politicians are trying to do something about it.
We all know that Bob Dylan is a protest writer, but not all of his poems are about useless violation racism and other things like that. I found a poem of him that is all about love.
And its called I’ll remember you
I’ll remember you
I'll remember you (a)
When I've forgotten all the rest, (b)
You to me were true, (a)
You to me were the best. (b)
When there is no more, (c)
You cut to the core (c)
Quicker than anyone I knew. (d)
When I'm all alone (e)
In the great unknown, (e)
I'll remember you. (d)
I'll remember you (f)
At the end of the trail, (g)
I had so much left to do, (f)
I had so little time to fail. (g)
There's some people that (h)
You don't forget, (i)
Even though you've only seen'm (j)
One time or two. (k)
When the roses fade (l)
And I'm in the shade, (l)
I'll remember you. (f)
Didn't I, didn't I try to love you? (m)
Didn't I, didn't I try to care? (n)
Didn't I sleep, didn't I weep beside you (m)
With the rain blowing in your hair? (n)
I'll remember you (o)
When the wind blows through the piney wood. (p)
It was you who came right through, (q)
It was you who understood. (p)
Though I'd never say (r)
That I done it the way (r)
That you'd have liked me to. (s)
In the end, (t)
My dear sweet friend, (u)
I'll remember you. (v)
by Bob Dylan
As you can see this is a love poem. He tributes his love for someone, which I think He would never see him again for a long time. In my opinion this is a very beautiful poem and a very special way to say someone that you will and always would be loving him. If you are looking to the first strophe you see three different kind of rhyme schemes. I had never seen that before. The rest of the poem don’t have an exact rhyme scheme. By the subject useless violation I thought what kind of poem can I find that suit with it?” After a few minutes I had found the answer. The tragedy of September 11, 2001 was a day where many innocent people died. With other words that is a kind of useless violation. Then I found a site where teenagers could put there poem about September 11. In this poems you can
just feel their emotions in it;
A Day Like No Other
Kids were talking.
It was a day like any other.
This we thought yet we were wrong,
It was a day like no other
The commotion was silenced, By sobs of great sorrow
Tremendous pain filled the room, And you couldn’t have guessed what had followed. We were told of terrible things. Souls that had been lifted, Rising up above. Tears that were flowing, From losing the ones that were loved. That day changed everything, Nothing could ever be the same. That day was remembered with sorrow, And with feelings that couldn’t be explained. Hurt and suffering will always be there, Reminding us of what was lost. Not only that but it will remind us of great souls, Great souls that will always be remembered. This is all true, for that day seemed like any other. But that is not true, it was a day like no other. JYB
Only reading this poem, even if you don’t know what has happened, makes you sad. The poem is, surprise, about the disaster of September 11. It is not what happened with the twin towers, etc, but6 it is about what happened with the society. the poem does not have a rhyme scheme and is straight to the point Appendix A Fancy by John Keats This poem belongs to chapter 1
Ever let the fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. O sweet Fancy ! let her loose; Summer's joys are spoilt by use, And the enjoying of the Spring
Fades as does its blossoming; Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too, Blushing through the mist and dew, Cloys with tasting: What do then? Sit thee by the ingle, when
The sear faggot blazes bright,
Spirit of a winter's night;
When the soundless earth is muffled,
And the caked snow is shuffled
From the ploughboy's heavy shoon; When the Night doth meet the Noon
In a dark conspiracy
To banish Even from her sky. Sit thee there, and send abroad, With a mind self-overaw'd, Fancy, high-commission'd: --- send her ! She has vassals to attend her: She will bring, in spite of frost, Beauties that the earth hath lost; She will bring thee, all together, All delights of summer weather; All the buds and bells of May, From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up
Like three fit wines in a cup, And thou shalt quaff it: --- thou shalt hear
Distant harvest-carols clear; Rustle of the reaped corn; Sweet birds antheming the morn: And, in the same moment --- hark ! 'Tis the early April lark, Or the rooks, with busy caw, Foraging for sticks and straw. Thou shalt, at one glance, behold
The daisy and the marigold; White-plum'd lillies, and the first
Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst; Shaded hyacinth, alway
Sapphire queen of the mid-May; And every leaf, and every flower
Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep
Meagre from its celled sleep; And the snake all winter-thin
Cast on sunny bank its skin; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see
Hatching in the hawthorn-tree, When the hen-bird's wing doth rest
Quiet on her mossy nest; Then the hurry and alarm
When the bee-hive cast its swarm; Acorns ripe down-pattering, While the autumn breezes sing. Oh, sweet Fancy ! let her loose; Every thing is spoilt by use: Where's the cheek that doth not fade, Too much gaz'd at? Where's the maid
Whose lip mature is ever new?
Where's the eye, however blue,
Doth not weary? Where's the face
One would meet in every place? Where's the voice however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let, then, winged Fancy find
Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her
How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side
White as Hebe's, when her zone
Slipt its golden clasp, and down
Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. --- Break the mesh
Of the Fancy's silken leash; Quickly break her prison-string
And such joys as these she'll bring. --- Let the winged Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home. Conclusion and reflection
This is it. Congratulations you just have finished reading my work. That were just an amazing 23 poems you’ve had read. I found out that there are many differences between different poems. Maybe you didn’t recognize it but you can see this essay as a history lesson, because we started with William Shakespeare. William Shakespeare is one of the most famous writers in history. Also it is the oldest writer in this essay. Bob Dylan in the other hand is the youngest writer is this essay. When I first saw the assignment I thought: “how is this possible in 2 months”. But with a good mood I begun to write, and when I was working I knew that writing this essay wasn’t that hard at all. In fact, I enjoyed making it and it is a little sad that my work is finished now. I hope you enjoyed it. Reference Robert Burns
http://www.robertburns.org/works/330.shtml
http://www.soencouragement.org/stopcrime.htm
Rudyard Kipling: http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/kipling_ind.html
http://www.poemsforfree.com/thewin.html
W.B. Yeats
http://www.harbour.sfu.ca/~hayward/van/glossary/yeats.html
Wilfred Owen
http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Wilfred_Owen/wilfred_owen_disabled.htm
http://www.radix.net/~bbrown/sassoon.html
Jenny Joseph
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/LeftBank/6865/yeats.html
Bob Dylan
http://www.romantic-lyrics.com/li99.shtml
http://www.dtl.org/ethics/article/sept-11/poems.htm
Chapter 1: William Shakespeare Ø Sonnet 18; Ø Sonnet number 80 Ø Fancy
Chapter 2: Robert Burns Ø Hughie Graham 6 Ø You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart Ø Why Stop the Crime? Chapter 3: Rudyard Kipling Ø If Ø The Question Ø The Wind the River Roils Well
Chapter 4 and 5: W.B. yeats and Langston Hughes Ø He wishes for the cloth of heaven Ø He wishes his beloved where dead Ø Dreams
Chapter 6: Wilfred Owen Ø Dulce Et Decorum Est Ø Disabled Ø Reconciliation
Chapter 8: Bob Dylan Ø Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carrol Ø I’ll remember you Ø A Day Like No Other
Appendix A Ø Fancy by John Keats Introduction In this document you will find the answers of the havo project Poetry. This project was been made for the 2nd school exam. In this document you find the answers of the 23 poems which had to be found. Good luck! E.g. by this document there is also an appendix for poems which are too long to be rewritten again. E.g. internet sites are referred at the last page Chapter 1: William Shakespeare Sonnet 18; Sonnet number 18 is about love for the poetry. He compares poetry with an eternal summer day and still are the poetry’s more beautiful than the summers day. As long as we read this poem William Shakespeare would live forever. William Shakespeare was born in 1564 in Stratford. Tat the age of 7 he went to Stratford Grammar School. He couldn’t stand working on a farm do he fled to London to become an actor. We all know what became of him. He became famous and his play and sonnets are known over the entire world. Sadly he died at the age of 52 in 1616. The second poem I found was sonnet number 80 Sonnet number 80 My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; (a) Coral is far more red than her lips red: (b) If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; (a) If hairs be wires, black wire grows on her head. (b) I have seen roses damasked, red and white, (c) But no such roses see I in her cheeks; (d) And in some perfumes is there more delight (c) Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. (d) I love her to speak, yet well I know (e) That music hat a far more pleasing sound: (f) I grant I never saw a goddess go, (e) My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: (f) And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare, (g) As any she believed with false compare. (g) ---------------- I think that this is an interesting poem, because it is full of contrasts. He did this because of that all writers who writes over love about a women always glorifies the thing. In this poem he is doing the opposite, which have the same affect. The rhyme scheme stands next to the poem
Fancy can be found at appendix A
John Keats had lived from 1795- 1821. Both of his parents died when he still was a youngster. He wanted to study medicine for profession, but quit that for poetry. His first volume of poems was published in 1817 and his second in 1820. At that moment his was very ill and in 1821 he died on tuberculoses. The poem is about his love for a girl which he contrasts the whole poem. A negative point of this poem is that the poem is way too long and the story goes too slow. In my opinion the poem could be a little bit smaller and therefore understandably. In this poem there is no rhyme and therefore no rhyme scheme. This poem is full of comparison like (She will… hath lost) which means she is more beautiful than the earth. My final opinion about this poem is that is a fine poem, but a little bit too long. Chapter 2: Robert Burns This chapter is about Robert Burns. If you want to know something more about him look in the assignment book from page 14. the starter poem from Robert Burns will be Hughie Graham… Hughie Graham This poem is about Hughie Graham. Hughie has stolen the merry from the bishop and penalty for that is dead. Two person tried to save Hughie by offering the Bishop some money. But the Bishop did not accept this offering, because Hughie had to die for his honor. When he had been escorted to the tree where he would be hanging on, he saw his father crying. Don’t cry Hughie said, instead tell my brothers to take my revenge… The next poem I took is You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart by Robert Burns You’re Welcome, Willie Stewart Chorus.-You're welcome, Willie Stewart, (a) You're welcome, Willie Stewart, (a) There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May, (g) That's half sae welcome's thou art! (a) Come, bumpers high, express your joy, (b) The bowl we maun renew it, (c) The tappet hen, gae bring her ben, (d) To welcome Willie Stewart, (a) You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c. (a) May foes be strang, and friends be slack (f) Ilk action, may he rue it, (h) May woman on him turn her back (f) That wrangs thee, Willie Stewart, (a) You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c. (a) Robert Burns is and always would be a Scot and therefore his poems are mostly written in Scottish, which is difficult to read. Luckily there was an automatic dictionary from Scottish to American English. The words with an underscore had been translated and are typical Scottish words, but still it is hard to read. I think this poem is about Willie Stewart which had come home. It is my opinion that this topic is very clearly because of the last sentence in each part. The rhyme rhythm stands next to the poem and you can see clearly that most lines are ending on ‘art’. In this short poem there is a metaphor which is (There’s ne’er… thou art) I had trouble to find a second poem about crime. Therefore this poem is not from a authentic writer. The poem I had found was Why stop the crime by Barrington H. Brennen;
The Wind the River Roils Well
The wind the river roils well
And rocks like shells the boats offshore. Reeds and cattails thrash and turn
As willows loose their streaming hair. Soon the storm shall strip them bare
And wash downstream the whiplike ferns. The river past its banks shall pour
And misery reduce to hell. So do we all await the power
That rises with the rising wind. The air electric sings of woe, And darkness like a dirge descends. Well do we know our fate depends
On more than we will ever know. Nor will nor prayer that fate rescinds
This poem is very difficult to explain, but let me try. I think that is poem is written to let us think what will happen if something horrible ( the darkness) would happen. In the first part of the poem everything is quiet. In the second part “something” is coming. In the third and last part the darkness has come and what do we have to do?. In my opinion I think also this is a very interesting topic, but what interest me most is that if you look to the first letter of each line you can read sometimes a word. there is no rhyme in this poem and I think that isn’t necessary, because the poem want to learn us a lesson. Chapter 4 and 5: W.B. yeats and Langston Hughes He wishes for the cloth of heaven In this combined chapter the topic will be dream. Dreams is a perfect subject for poems, because it can contain everything. Dreams can be realistic or surrealistic, its up to the writer. The starter poem of this combined chapter is from W.B. Yeats. The poems is he Wishes for the clothes of Heaven. This poems has two theme’s, according to madam Sneijder this poems theme is dreams, but you can also find, according to Khaled, the theme love. If you combine this two theme’s what will you get? That’s right, you will have the perfect surrealistic love poem you can get. The poem is about a men, which is poor, but dreams about being rich. If he was rich he would give his beloved one everything what he would posses. But the men is poor and only what he can gives are his dreams and treat them lightly, or else you could break it. William Butler Yeats (June 13, 1865 - January 28, 1939) celebrated Irish poet and nationalist, was born in Dublin, and educated in London and Dublin. While studying at the School of Art in Dublin he developed an interest in mystic religion and the supernatural. He helped to found the Irish Literary Society, and with the help of Lady Gregory and others, co-founded the Irish Literary Theatre (later the Irish National Theatre Society) in 1899. His wife's interest in automatic writing exercised a profound effect on his life and work. Yeats received the 1923 Nobel Prize in literature (from Http://www.harbour.sfu.ca/~hayward/van/glossary/yeats.html). The starter poem from W.B. Yeats was he wishes for the cloth heaven. The second poem which I had found was He wishes his beloved were dead. As you can see the poems antithesis, because in the first poem he is talking about his dream he wanted to give here and in the next poem she is dead! He wishes his beloved where dead
ERE you but lying cold and dead, (a) And lights were paling out of the West, (b) You would come hither, and bend your head, (a) And I would lay my head on your breast; (b) And you would murmur tender words, (c) Forgiving me, because you were dead: (d) Nor would you rise and hasten away, (e) Though you have the will of wild birds, (c) But know your hair was bound and wound (f) About the stars and moon and sun: (g) O would, beloved, that you lay (h) Under the dock-leaves in the ground, (i) While lights were paling one by one. (j) As you can see, this poem is about the dead of his wife in the perfect scene. In my opinion is a bit dramatic and that makes this poem so beautiful. I recon that this poem is a love poem, because this poem written so much tender that it almost makes you cry. The rhyme scheme is standing next to the poem and as you can see there are only a few words that rhyme on each other and therefore I classify this a broken rhyme scheme. This is a short poem, but still there is a compare in this poem and that is (“… Though you have the will of wild birds…”) literally translated it means (“…toch heb je de wilskracht als wilde volgels…”). So this is an comparison with the word “of”. Dreams Earlier in this chapter I told you that this was a combined chapter. For that the third and last poem is also a starter poem, with the most surprisingly title ever seen… Dreams. This poem is written by the American writer James Langston Hughes. The poem and his biography can you find in the assignment book. Dreams is a poem about eehhh… dreams. It says that you must not let go of your dreams, because if you do your life could become chaos. It’s my opinion to say that has a deep mention to tell us. I agree with him that a life without dreams is and always will be a sad life. This poems has also a broken rhyme scheme; it’s ABCBDEFE. Also in this poem there are two comparisons. The first one that life with dieing dreams is being compared with a broken-winged bird ( a comparison with the word “a”). the second comparison which I found was that life without dreams is being compared with a barren field that is frozen with snow ( a comparison with the word “a”). With other words life without or fading dreams isn’t a life at all.
Seigfried Sassoon
The saddest thing about war is that innocent people die’s. For that reason I had chosen this poem. The poem is about someone who is standing at place where his friend/relative died. And you hope that the murderers of your son also died. In this essay this is one of the shortest poem I had chosen, but I think it is illustrating my feeling about the war. There aren’t any comparisons or metaphors. Chapter 7: Jenny Joseph Warning As you can see the 7th chapter is about Jenny Joseph. She is the only female writer my teacher took. Now I wonder why? Was there only was famous female poetry writer in the history? Anyway the title of the starter poem of this chapter is Warning. I think that the poem is autobiographic, because the way she wrote it down. She is trying to warn other people what she would be like if she was old. Therefore I classify this poem with aging.
As you can see this is a love poem. He tributes his love for someone, which I think He would never see him again for a long time. In my opinion this is a very beautiful poem and a very special way to say someone that you will and always would be loving him. If you are looking to the first strophe you see three different kind of rhyme schemes. I had never seen that before. The rest of the poem don’t have an exact rhyme scheme. By the subject useless violation I thought what kind of poem can I find that suit with it?” After a few minutes I had found the answer. The tragedy of September 11, 2001 was a day where many innocent people died. With other words that is a kind of useless violation. Then I found a site where teenagers could put there poem about September 11. In this poems you can
The commotion was silenced, By sobs of great sorrow
Tremendous pain filled the room, And you couldn’t have guessed what had followed. We were told of terrible things. Souls that had been lifted, Rising up above. Tears that were flowing, From losing the ones that were loved. That day changed everything, Nothing could ever be the same. That day was remembered with sorrow, And with feelings that couldn’t be explained. Hurt and suffering will always be there, Reminding us of what was lost. Not only that but it will remind us of great souls, Great souls that will always be remembered. This is all true, for that day seemed like any other. But that is not true, it was a day like no other. JYB
Only reading this poem, even if you don’t know what has happened, makes you sad. The poem is, surprise, about the disaster of September 11. It is not what happened with the twin towers, etc, but6 it is about what happened with the society. the poem does not have a rhyme scheme and is straight to the point Appendix A Fancy by John Keats This poem belongs to chapter 1
Ever let the fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth; Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her: Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. O sweet Fancy ! let her loose; Summer's joys are spoilt by use, And the enjoying of the Spring
Fades as does its blossoming; Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too, Blushing through the mist and dew, Cloys with tasting: What do then? Sit thee by the ingle, when
From the ploughboy's heavy shoon; When the Night doth meet the Noon
In a dark conspiracy
To banish Even from her sky. Sit thee there, and send abroad, With a mind self-overaw'd, Fancy, high-commission'd: --- send her ! She has vassals to attend her: She will bring, in spite of frost, Beauties that the earth hath lost; She will bring thee, all together, All delights of summer weather; All the buds and bells of May, From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth: She will mix these pleasures up
Like three fit wines in a cup, And thou shalt quaff it: --- thou shalt hear
Distant harvest-carols clear; Rustle of the reaped corn; Sweet birds antheming the morn: And, in the same moment --- hark ! 'Tis the early April lark, Or the rooks, with busy caw, Foraging for sticks and straw. Thou shalt, at one glance, behold
The daisy and the marigold; White-plum'd lillies, and the first
Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst; Shaded hyacinth, alway
Sapphire queen of the mid-May; And every leaf, and every flower
Pearled with the self-same shower. Thou shalt see the field-mouse peep
Meagre from its celled sleep; And the snake all winter-thin
Cast on sunny bank its skin; Freckled nest-eggs thou shalt see
Hatching in the hawthorn-tree, When the hen-bird's wing doth rest
Quiet on her mossy nest; Then the hurry and alarm
When the bee-hive cast its swarm; Acorns ripe down-pattering, While the autumn breezes sing. Oh, sweet Fancy ! let her loose; Every thing is spoilt by use: Where's the cheek that doth not fade, Too much gaz'd at? Where's the maid
One would meet in every place? Where's the voice however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let, then, winged Fancy find
Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-eyed as Ceres' daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her
How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side
White as Hebe's, when her zone
Slipt its golden clasp, and down
Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. --- Break the mesh
Of the Fancy's silken leash; Quickly break her prison-string
And such joys as these she'll bring. --- Let the winged Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home. Conclusion and reflection
This is it. Congratulations you just have finished reading my work. That were just an amazing 23 poems you’ve had read. I found out that there are many differences between different poems. Maybe you didn’t recognize it but you can see this essay as a history lesson, because we started with William Shakespeare. William Shakespeare is one of the most famous writers in history. Also it is the oldest writer in this essay. Bob Dylan in the other hand is the youngest writer is this essay. When I first saw the assignment I thought: “how is this possible in 2 months”. But with a good mood I begun to write, and when I was working I knew that writing this essay wasn’t that hard at all. In fact, I enjoyed making it and it is a little sad that my work is finished now. I hope you enjoyed it. Reference Robert Burns
http://www.soencouragement.org/stopcrime.htm
Rudyard Kipling: http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/kipling_ind.html
http://www.poemsforfree.com/thewin.html
W.B. Yeats
http://www.harbour.sfu.ca/~hayward/van/glossary/yeats.html
Wilfred Owen
http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Wilfred_Owen/wilfred_owen_disabled.htm
http://www.radix.net/~bbrown/sassoon.html
Jenny Joseph
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/LeftBank/6865/yeats.html
Bob Dylan
http://www.romantic-lyrics.com/li99.shtml
http://www.dtl.org/ethics/article/sept-11/poems.htm
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