Poem in Response To "Shall I Compare thee to a Summer's Day."

You could compare her to a summer's day
But I'll compare her to a winter's night
Darkness and evil is her way
If my heart to see her, it would be in fright
Her beauty is endless but her soul is dark
And more often than not you'll play the fool
When she's done with you, she will have left her mark
Your heart been worked, more than a mule
You'll be a lone, no words to say
And realize tonight that you were wrong
And realize that she wasn't close to a summer's day
Your heart singing a lonely song
Now you know you played the fool
And that in this game, there are no rules.

Modern-Day Rewrite of James Joyce - Claire Dennis

"WE HEAR A TEACHER" by Claire Dennis

We hear a teacher walking down the hall,
Her thunderous steps echo across the floor.
Out of our desks we might fall,
as she approches nearer.

She brings with her a great, tall tower,
a tower of papers and plans.
Each of us fears her fearful power,
as she begins to pass them out.

The endless pages unfold,
and our wide eyes grow even wider.
“Attention, attention,” she scolds.
Why, oh why, must we take this exam?

In red is my use of end rhyme, which I used in the same structure of James Joyce's "I Hear an Army".
In green is my use of the sense of sound, which Joyce emphasizes greatly in "I Hear an Army".

Compared to...

"I HEAR AN ARMY" by James Joyce

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armor, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.

They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame.
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

Poem Analysis of James Joyce - Claire Dennis

I HEAR AN ARMY by James Joyce

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armor, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.

They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame.
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

In red is the author’s use of end rhyme.
In orange is the author’s use of repetition.
In purple is the author’s use of personification.
In blue is the author’s use of similies.
Underlined is the author’s point of view. In this poem, he uses first-person.
In green is the author’s use of the sense of sound.


ANALYSIS

In the poem "I Hear An Army" by James Joyce, the poet describes a nightmare about charioteers clad in black armor and with long green hair, riding out of the sea and charging towards him. He uses intense, graphic imagery to portray the powerful image of an army of horses galloping in battle.

Joyce opens the poem with sound, writing “I hear an army charging upon the land”. He employs music in his poem, using his words as lyrics that accompany the underlying beat of his stanzas.
In the second stanza, he uses abrupt, short phrases that emphasize his descriptions of the horses and charioteers. Along with his violent imagery, this stocatta-like phrasing establishes a rhythm for the poem. Maybe it matches the rhythm of the horses’ hooves as they gallop across the shore. Maybe it’s the loud, fast beating of his own anxious heart.

Joyce uses repetition in the fourth stanza to emphasize the “clanging, clanging upon the heart”, which is the action of the charioteers as they “cleave the gloom of dreams”. Again the beat of the poem is detected and builds momentum in the reader’s mind.

The threatening force is portrayed in this poem through the charioteers. Joyce continually refers to the soldiers as “they”, using parallel sentence structure in the third stanza to describe what they do and why they are so fearful. He says the charioteers “come shaking in triumph”, making the charioteers seem powerful and frightening.

His fierce imagery and intricate rhythm in “I Hear an Army” allows Joyce to convince the reader of any emotion he wishes to portray. Although a relatively short poem, “I Hear an Army” certainly does not lack ambition.

As I Walked Out One Evening Response

I walked out one night
Strolling down Baxter Street
The people on the sidewalk
Looked like clumps of meat

And outside of the IHOP
I heard a hooker shout
Sitting in the parking lot
My love has no doubt

I’ll love you, pimp, I’ll love you
Til weed doesn’t get me high
And your drugs won’t make me crazy
And your punches don’t make me cry

I’ll love you til the Chick fil a
Is open seven days a week
And the seven old cars I have
Won’t continue to leak

The years will pass like quarterbacks
For in my purse I carry
All of your money and drugs
In hope that we will marry

But then the cops in the city
Pull up with their sirens a blow
There is no love here
You are just a ho

From the darkness of the alley
Where our surveillance team stood
They watched you do your business
With people from the hood

Willfully or forcefully
We will have our way
We will finally arrest you
Tomorrow or today

Into many cars we have seen
Women enter with dirty men
But the police shut them down
And we throw them in the den

So cry into your hands
Cry til you can’t see
And think about what you’ve done
And how many men you’ve pleased

The shotgun bangs in the kitchen
The pot screams on the stove
And the duck in the bathtub
Sails to a secret cove

Where the mom’s raffle coupons
And the Bloods are friends with Crips
And every student graduates
And the fat kids can do flips

Take a look in the mirror
Just take a look at what you are
Life can still take you places
Although you can’t go far

Stand by the window
As you start to cry
You can still love your pimp
Even if it’s a lie

It was late, late that night
The ho and pimp were gone
The police turned off their sirens
The IHOP lights were still on

-BOOMTOWN

Response to Truth

Flee from the press, and dwell in truthfulness, (Assonance)
Let your fortunes suffice, though they be small;
For hoarding breeds hate, and status ambiguousness.
The mob’s filled with envy and blinded by wealth overall.
Desire only things which meet needs most crucial.
Control yourself well, if you’d be others’ gauge;
And the Truth shall you deliver, of that be not afraid.

Haste not to redress all crookedness
Placing trust in her who turns like a ball.
Great good comes from spurning busy-;
Beware then, not to kick against an awl;
Don’t strive like a crock against a wall.
To subdue others' deeds, you must yourself first tame,
And the Truth shall you deliver, of that be not afraid.

That which you’re sent, receive in humbleness;
Wrestling after this World is just begging for a fall.
This is no Home. It’s naught but Wilderness.
Forth, Pilgrim, forth! Forth, beast, out of your stall! (Repetition)
Know your true country! Look up! Thank God for all!
Let your spirit lead, and hold to the High Way,
And the Truth shall you deliver, of that be not afraid.

Essentially what Chaucer is saying in this poem is that if you live life as the universe gives it to you and don’t try and live beyond your means than you will live a good life. It was loved because in this time period people loved poems that had wise meanings or advice. And this one could be no wiser or more advice giving.

Response

It’s easy to dream of a world
A world with no pain
Where everyone can live together
With nothing to lose and everything to gain
It’s easy to dream of everyone
Living as one

It’s easy to dream of a world
Without the hurtful things that make us dream
War, greed, and even religion
Without them, this world would undoubtedly gleam
It’s easy to dream of everyone
Living in peace

It’s easy to dream that this could be a real dream (oxymoron)
I’m sure there are many just alike
If we find a way to all work together
Our world could find the light

It’s easy to dream of a world
Where money isn’t the goal
Heartless fools try to fill their pockets
When they should be trying to fill their souls (synesthesia)
It’s easy to dream of everyone
Living simply to live

It’s easy to dream that this could be a real dream (oxymoron)
I’m sure there are many just alike
If we find a way to all work together
Our world could find the light

Analysis of Truth

Fle fro the {pres}, and {dwelle} with {sothefastnesse,}
Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal;
For hord hath hate, and clymbyng tykelnesse,
Prees hath envye, and wele blent overal.
{Savour} no {more} thanne the {byhove} schal;
Reule weel thiself, that other folk canst reede;
And trouthe schal delyvere, it is no drede.

Tempest the nought al croked to redresse,
In trust of hire that tourneth as a bal.
Myche wele stant in litel besynesse;
Bywar therfore to spurne ayeyns an al;
Stryve not as doth the crokke with the wal.

[Daunte] thiself, that [dauntest] otheres dede;
And trouthe shal delyvere, it is no drede.

That the is sent, receyve in buxumnesse;
The [[wrestlyng]] for the worlde [[axeth]] a fal.
Here is non home, here [[nys]] but [[wyldernesse]].
Forth, pylgryme, forth! forth, beste, out of thi stal!
Know thi contré! loke up! thonk God of al!
Hold the heye weye, and lat thi gost the lede;
And trouthe shal delyvere, it is no drede.


Essentially what Chaucer is saying in this poem is that if you live life as the universe gives it to you and don’t try and live beyond your means than you will live a good life. It was loved because in this time period people loved poems that had wise meanings or advice. And this one could be no wiser or more advice giving.

{Assonance}

[Repetition]

[[Internal Rhyme]]

Rewrite

Eagerly I walked into
the marsh
In the time of the liliaceace,
Till moistness like in a swedish sauna
Radiated, surpressed me. I was stuck
petrified and disoriented
by charm that is her own leper.

Now I depart the final strait
Shamefully, in a corner, without an ally
As any peering Sioux to Saskastchewan.

Mondern day language of "Moving Back" from Out of Africa (1944)

We headed back one mo’ gain
To the mud and the rain
Where the choppas sound off (oxymoron)
And the rocks bleed out

We are leaving the cold A/C
Once more we are called out
Back to the hood
Its just understood

We headed back one mo’gain
To where our homies got merked
To the rain soaked gutters
We don’t nut up

We creepin quiet: but stare only
(Gut squeezes, a minutes hesitation)
“Who will get got dis time by the boys in blue (metonomy)
And for what crime?”

Poem turned song. "Maxwell's Silver Hammer"

Joan was quizzical, studied metaphysicalScience in the homeLate nights all alone with a test-tubeOhh-oh-oh-oh...Maxwell Edison majoring in medicineCalls her on the phone"Can I take you out to the picturesJoa-oa-oa-oan?"But as she's getting ready to goA knock comes on the door...Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammerCame down upon her headBang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammerMade sure that she was deadBack in school again Maxwell plays the fool againTeacher gets annoyedWishing to avoid an unpleasant sce-e-e-eneShe tells Max to stay when the class has gone awaySo he waits behindWriting 50 times "I must not be so-o-o-oo..."But when she turns her back on the boyHe creeps up from behindBang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammerCame down upon her headBang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammerMade sure that she was deadB.C. Thirty-One said "we caught a dirty one"Maxwell stands alonePainting testimonial pictures ohh-oh-oh-ohRose and Valerie screaming from the gallerySay he must go free (Maxwell must go free)The judge does not agree and he tells them so-o-o-ooBut as the words are leaving his lipsA noise comes from behindBang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammerCame down upon his headBang, Bang, Maxwell's silver hammerMade sure that he was dead

Paul McCartney Bio

Paul McCartney is a British singer and song writer, he has also been known to experiment in other forms of art such as painting and poetry. McCartney was born on June 18, 1942 in Liverpool, England. He grew up there with his father, James McCartney, mother, Mary McCartney, and his younger brother and sister.
When Paul McCartney was a child, his mother, Mary McCartney, would read him poems and sparked the young rock star’s interest in poetry and writing. McCartney was also fond of crossword puzzles which increased his vocabulary significantly. Unfortunately however, when McCartney was only fourteen years old, his mother had passed away due to breast cancer back in October of 1956.
Paul McCartney met the young John Lennon in 1957. The duo banded together to form a band which eventually became known as the Beatles. About a year later, Lennon’s mother was hit by a police car which resulted in her death. McCartney was able to relate to dealing with the death of a mother which only brought the boys closer together.
Both Paul McCartney and John Lennon were the main songwriters for the Beatles. Paul McCartney had touched poetry a little bit which led to the creation of a few songs recorded by the group. The song “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer” was originally a poem created out of humor by McCartney. As far as actual songwriting goes, McCartney was the writer for the more “hardcore” sounding songs recorded by the Beatles. The Beatles eventually broke up in 1970, and Paul McCartney chose to pursue a solo career where he released two albums, one that year and another the following year. It was also during the 1970’s where Paul McCartney had been inspired to also become a painter.
McCartney married a woman by the name of Linda Eastman. She was an American photographer and also musician. Tragically, the former wife of Paul McCartney died of cancer in 1998. Just one year after McCartney was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II for his “services to music.”
As respected as McCartney is, he also has lived with his own vices. McCartney was introduced to Marijuana along with the other Beatles by fellow rock star Bob Dylan. Marijuana related criteria became more prevalent in the lyrics of the Beatles. The consumption of cannabis became regular to McCartney. McCartney has been arrested on multiple occasions due to possession.
Following the murder of John Lennon back in 1980, news media had asked McCartney his feelings about the incident to which he replied that it was a “drag.” McCartney was highly criticized for his seemingly dry response over the death of his friend and former band mate. Paul McCartney stated that he meant every melancholic sound of his statement. However, when McCartney was quoted in print, his words seemed much less caring than actually intended.
Despite the loss of close friends and family, McCartney’s music career as a singer as well as a songwriter, is still highly respected. McCartney is arguably one of the most commercially successful music artists of all time.

Poetic response: The charge of the light brigade

1.5 miles, 1.5 miles,1.5 miles, keep on truckin,they all rode into Death Valley,"Forward, the Light Brigade!"Aim for the guns!" he said:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred soldiers.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"Was there a man dismayed? the soldier didn’t knowSomeone messed up:There’s no reason to complain,There’s no reason to question,There’s only a reason to die.Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred soldiers.
Cannons to their right,Cannons to their left,Cannons in front of themThe cannons Volleyed and thundered;The shots and shells stormed,they rode boldly,Into the jaws of Death,Into the mouth of HellRode the six hundred.
They pulled out their gats,They brandished their concealed weapons,They prepared to bust a cap,Charging an army, whileEveryone was confused:They air was filled with smokeRight through the line they broke;Cossack and Russiankilled by another violent crimeWith their heads busted.Then they rode back, but notNot the six hundred.
Cannons to their right,Cannons to their left,Cannons in front of themThe cannons Volleyed and thundered;The shots and shells stormed,All the soldiers died,They that had shot so wellCame through the jaws of DeathBack from the mouth of Hell,All that was left of them,Left of six hundred.
Can they be forgotten? Oh what a stupid thing they diderrbody was confused af.Lets not forget the folk who died, even though they did something stupid, honor the six hundred.

Poetic Analysis of "Daffodils" by William Wordsworth

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

This poem exemplifies Wordsworth’s writing style quite well. Wordsworth’s poems often consist of him recounting his memories of nature, in this case a field of daffodils. He beautifully describes the daffodils and compares them to other parts of nature. He tells of how his memory of them can bring him joy even when he is alone and away from nature.

Poetic Devices
(Personification)
(Simile)
(End Rhyme)
(Imagery)
(Hyperbole)
(Alliteration)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

The Life of James Joyce - Claire Dennis

For James Joyce, writing was a constant struggle. His works were censored, banned and even burned. Before he was 40 years old, he had undergone 10 eye operations and was nearly blind. He lived in dire poverty for the majority of his life. And even with these terrific odds against him, Joyce prevailed and went on to write some of the strangest and most extraordinary works in the history of British poetry.

James Joyce was born in 1882 in Rathgar, a suburb of Dublin, Ireland. His father, John, had run down his distillery business, and continued to try a variety of professions, including politics and tax collecting. His mother, Mary Jane, was a devout Catholic woman who played the piano and worked to hide the family’s poverty, maintaining a solid middle-class façade. James grew up attending Jesuit schools in Dublin, and attended the University College, Dublin. After his graduation in 1902, he fled from his dissatisfaction with the dirty, boring city, packed his bags, left his family behind and began his exploration of the world.

In his middle years, Joyce studied medicine, almost became a professional singer, taught languages in Trieste and Switzerland, and finally settled in Paris to focus on literature. However, James’ plans changed when his mother died in 1904, and, after the onset of World War I, he moved with his family to Zurich, Switzerland, where he began developing the characters of his novel Ulysses. After a few years with his family, James moved back again to Paris, and in 1922, his novel Ulysses was published. Soon after, James began experiencing chronic eye troubles caused by glaucoma, and still lived in great poverty. However, Joyce continued his passion for writing and published his novels, Dubliners and A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, a play called Exilesin and a collection of poems called Chamber Music.

In these works, James is noted for his experimentation in diction and use of language. What he wrote seemed far advanced for the literature of his time period. He invented words, used puns and alluded to mythology, history and literature in his writing. Often his works included an extensive interior monologue, which was technically innovative for that time.

In 1931, James married a chambermaid named Nora Barnacle, and dedicated the rest of his life to his writing. He never had kids and he never achieved fame or financial fortune during his lifetime. In 1941, just before his fifty-ninth birthday, James died of blindness, illness and poverty in Zurich, Switzerland after the fall of France in World War II.

Although he was confronted with constant adversity throughout his life and was never satisfied with his works, James’ reputation has grown immensely since his death, and today his literature is studied across the world.

Daneidra's Devine Image

To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love (alliteration) (repetition)
Everybody pray for their miseries;
Prayer shows the value of joy
Which is return in gratitude.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love (alliteration) (repetition)
God is our father first,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love is man, (alliteration) (repetition)
Who he care for as his child.

Mercy is the human heart, (consonance)
Pity is the human face,
Love makes the human supernatural,
Peace is the human clothing.

Then every man from everywhere,
That prays for his miseries,
Prays to the supernatural human,
Love, Mercy, Pity and Peace. (stanza)

All must love a God,
That are not believers of the Christian God , Turk or Jew;
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity remain
There God will always stay.

Rewrite of “At the Window”

The looming Oak trees pick up the voices of the wind
That caused an uproar of laughs from the weeping willows;
As the sun knew it was time for its shield of light to rescind.

Between the two mountains the graveyard becomes hidden,
By the grey cloak of mist that envelope the tombstones, while
The light of the lampposts ooze out, revealing the forbidden.

The green foliage of the trees chat as they soar past the window pain,
To the eager, heavy eyes (Synesthesia) alert on the face looking from the blackness (Metonomy)
At the mystical scene which from this window will never wane.

The Charge of the Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, (repetition)All in the valley of DeathRode the six hundred."Forward, the Light Brigade!"Charge for the guns!" he said:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knewSomeone had blunder'd:Theirs not to make reply, (end rhyme)Theirs not to reason why, (end rhyme)Theirs but to do and die: (end rhyme)Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them, (repetition)Cannon to left of them, (repetition)Cannon in front of them (repetition)Volley'd and thunder'd; (internal rhyme)Storm'd at with shot and shell, (end rhyme)Boldly they rode and well, (end rhyme)Into the jaws of Death, (metaphor)Into the mouth of Hell (end rhyme)Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabers bare, (end rhyme)Flash'd as they turn'd in air, (end rhyme)Sabring the gunners there,Charging an army, whileAll the world wonder'd: (alliteration)Plunged in the battery-smoke (end rhyme)Right thro' the line they broke; (end rhyme)Cossack and RussianReel'd from the saber stroke (end rhyme)Shatter'd and sunder'd. (end rhyme)Then they rode back, but notNot the six hundred. (end rhyme)
Cannon to right of them, (repetition)Cannon to left of them, (repetition)Cannon behind them (repetition)Volley'd and thunder'd;Storm'd at with shot and shell, (end rhyme)While horse and hero fell, (end rhyme)They that had fought so well (end rhyme)Came thro' the jaws of Death (metaphor)Back from the mouth of Hell, (end rhyme)All that was left of them,Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade? (end rhyme)O the wild charge they made! (end rhyme)All the world wondered. (end rhyme)Honor the charge they made, (end rhyme)Honor the Light Brigade,Noble six hundred. (end rhyme)

This is written in 3rd person. Tells the story of the Charge of the Light Brigade, which was a battle in the 1850’s. British troops fought against Russians, there was a miscommunication and many British soldiers were killed. This poem honored the men who died and the battle is still remembered in the UK. This is remembered in a way that Americans remember the Alamo. A battle with very high casualties but we still honor the soldier’s bravery. The themes exemplified in the poem include; bravery, honor, death, violence, glory, and being noble.

We are going back again
To the mud and the rain
Where the guns complain (personification)
And the stones stain.




We are leaving the mountain snow.
Once more it is our turn to go
Back to the advanced foe.
It is just we know . . .




We are going back again
To our comrades' graves on the plain,
To the graves sunk in the rain
We do not complain.




We say nothing: but think only
(Heart-constricted, a moment lonely):
"Who will be killed this time
And for what crime?" (endrhyme)




-John Gawsworth

This poem is talking about soilders in fighting in a war, most likely World War 2 and how much they hate it. it is specifically talking about soilders who are returining to the fight after they were on R & R (rest and relaxation), or even veteran soildres who were coming back from a diffrent war who were dreading the fighting and the bloodshed. it states at the end that the soilders are wonderign who will die in this battle, and who will they die, which is a very real and present thought in soilders when they go off to war. the underlying theme in this poem is that no matter how much they dread and hate war, thatr they will always return because they are ordered to, or feel as though it is their duty.