I imagine myself at the landward rail of that boat searching for the last sight of a hand.
The author sees hope by reaching out her hand, for one day, she anticipates that they will return once more. Furthermore, I believe there is a deeper meaning in this stanza. A boat that is lost or stranded at sea seeking for help might portray how Boland is feeling...
wandering in a place where love dissembles itself as landscape:
This particular stanza, Boland, uses imagery to create a clear picture and comparison between broken love and mountainous landscapes. As we've all seen mountains they seem to have broken edges and torn rough rocky plains. I really like the resemblance of mountain landscape to the shattering of dismantled love between mom and daughter(s).
Studying: History: Ancient and Modern Kings and Queens of England Steppes of Russia Wheatfields of Canada
History classes do seem to admire their long profound and extravagant historical periods, but they fail to talk about the horrible things they may have done. I believe every nation is the same in that they only talk about the positive things they've done and accomplish. For example, the actions that Christopher Columbus took against the Native Americans. In the celebration of Thanksgiving it was thought to be a bunch of fruit and baskets given to the Native Americans by the Europeans.
Borrowed images willed our skins pale muffled our laughter lowered our voices let out our hems dekinked our hair denied our sex in gym tunics and bloomers harnessed our voices to madrigals
I feel as if the author is ashamed or in a way afraid to openly express her religion fearing the cruel judgments of others. They attempt to act normal as to blend in with the rest while, completely ignoring their religion.
Me say war.That until the basic human rights Are equally guaranteed to all, Without regard to race – Dis a war.That until that day The dream of lasting peace,
In other words, the author exclaims the point that war will remain active and at the forefront of society until the basic human rights of people are met and equally applied among everyone. Furthermore, the author emphasizes that race should not matter whatsoever. But, for the meanwhile until that day does not come havoc and distress will roam in society for who knows how long.
Me say war.That until there no longer First class and second class citizens of any nation Until the colour of a man’s skin Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
The like how the author here expresses candor and truthful thought in that, as long as there is an unbalance scale in social classes there will always be violence nonetheless. As the gap between classes exist nothing will seem to be at peace.
People emerge from winter to hear them ring, children glitter with mischief and the blind man hears bells in the town alight with spring.
Following the author's poem it can be that bells are not referred to actual bells, because as the author states people come out and hear it sing.
Bells in the town alight with spring converse, with a concordance of new airs make clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing.
Is it only me or are bells supposed to sing? The author at the end of the third stanza refers to the bells as singers.
Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time——
Is the author confessing that perhaps she wanted to kill her father? What heinous person would have such thought? Not to mention even have the audacity to tell us as audience. How incredibly naive can someone be to have all the intention to get rid of a father figure. Sometimes I wonder if we could look into the future so we can prevent the birth of ungrateful children, would couples be better off without children? Does having children mean anything besides reproducing as a species?
For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you.
Here the author describes the life of poor individuals that cannot help themselves. Furthermore, the author misses her father. Referencing that she was not ready to let go.
I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich,
Worrisome to talk about the subject instead avoids it.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller
Referring to a German accent.
The young lambs are bleating in the meadows ; The young birds are chirping in the nest ; The young fawns are playing with the shadows ;
I really enjoy how the author starts off with a nice and smooth introductory sentences. Its hard not to immediately picture a bright and beautiful morning with chirping birds. Everything just seems peaceful and calm, in contrast, with that of a city everything is noisy and fast paced. Periodically a New-Yorker thing with constant hassle and movement in trying to catch the train or walk straight to a designated destination.
All are turning, all the day, and we with all ! — And all day, the iron wheels are droning ; And sometimes we could pray,
I think here the author attempts to describe the hard work of people and how life is a challenge.
Do you question the young children in the sorrow, Why their tears are falling so ? The old man may weep for his to-mor
Kids are bound to cry just as adults will to. Everyone has emotions.
now hidden, now open fight, a fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstitution of society at large, or in the common ruin of the contending classes.
The author makes clear that as along as there is an unequal distribution of power among all social classes the existence of stratification will always cease to exist. Furthermore. a major radical change is necessary to effectively render the over looking elites that essentially are the runners of society. Once the ball starts rolling political elites will than see themselves vulnerable to end the uprising uniting of people.
In ancient Rome we have patricians, knights, plebeians, slaves; in the Middle Ages, feudal lords, vassals, guild-masters, journeymen, apprentices, serfs; in almost all of these classes,
Very similar in today's world we have politicians that hold most power in decision making. Like all Americans they're all blind to thinking that voting for a U.S president would change anything. Where in fact those that serve in congress are the ones to aim for. They're the source of power over the other two branches.of gov't.
It has but established new classes, new conditions of oppression, new forms of struggle in place of the old ones.
Here we see the stratification of society that has everyone pinned down to the point where social movement becomes impossible. In modern society, we experience difficulties one after the other an endless loophole of constant struggle.
we find almost everywhere a complicated arrangement of society into various orders, a manifold gradation of social rank.
Believe it or not social inequality in today's world does exist though some may deny it, but it sure lives with us and will continue to do so. An arrangement of society as the author describes is divided among the lower, middle, and upper class or as we like to say the large corporations or elites.
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
I think its a typical thing for all disabled veterans when they are laid off for not being able to serve anymore in the fight, I don't necessary think its a matter of discrimination or neglect but more like a waste.
Now, he is old; his back will never brace; He’s lost his colour very far from here,
As time and time goes by the older and less settling you become. But, that doesn't mean you shouldn't enjoy your elderly years.
There was an artist silly for his face, For it was younger than his youth, last year.
Aging and maturity go hand and hand. The older you become the wiser and more understanding you are about the things around you.
I met a traveller from an antique land,
My question here is how can a land be antique like quite literally I don't get it. I think the author is referring to distant and never inhabited land. Mainly, what came to mind when I read this was Christopher Columbus. A lost sailor whose initial intention was to land on India, but instead found himself lost in America. A never before seen "antique land' so absurd,in fact, that Columbus started calling the Native Americans "Indians' because he thought he had just landed in India hahaha.
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
My take on this is that the author provides a sinister description of what he sees at a glance. When he talks about two trunkless legs, all I can picture is two legs casually walking without a body. Upon further inspection the observer describes the scene of someone with a frown on their face. In addition, he observes wrinkled up lips, which to me is too much explicit and vivid detail.
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
The speaker here sounds a bit too cocky and over confident with his remarks. It is safe to say that new rulers will always rise,in contrast, time will tell for when a new king is needed. one who is strong, healthy, and is at his prime.
About suffering they were never wrong, The old Masters: how well they understood Its human position: how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
I like how the author in the very beginning compares how life for youngsters are to that of older people who are soon to be history. Kids will be kids with the oblivious walk-through of life. Youngsters are far from understanding life, because for now its all about fun and games.
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
This is an awful way of treating a human being in no way does anyone deserve to be treated in this manner. If it isn't clear to some, the author here evokes or attempts to utilize the poop of dogs in some way to neglect and show the disregard for human cleanliness.
how everything turns away Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
Those who witness the suffering of others don't bother to uplift those in need which points out that even the grateful ones have a dark side. Scumbags that they are they have no idea how it feels to suffer. Living life as though nothing is wrong.
About suffering they were never wrong, The old Masters: how well they understood Its human position: how it takes place
The author here is referring to the old masters as disciples of God. Furthermore, now that they've followed God all the way through they now stand right beside him. They understand how it takes place so as followers it is their duty to continue the legacy and faith of God. There are consequences to those who disobey the word of God.
I meant to say I am sorry Papa broke your figurines, but the words that came out were “I’m sorry your figurines broke,
The author does a good job watering her audience right off the bat its hard not to be in the shoes of those seeking help. But as kids they dont know any better so why blame them.
This collective unconscious does not develop individually, but is inherited. It consists of pre- existent forms, the archetypes, which can only become conscious secondarily and which give definite form to certain psychic contents.
Our consciousness is developed along the way because one day a person might find other convincing evidence to prove an idea wrong. Thus, what we become exposed to says a lot about how we continuously develop and come up with new exciting information. From what we not yet know.
While the personal unconscious is made up essentially of contents which have at one time been conscious, but which have disappeared from consciousness through having been forgotten or repressed, the contents of the collective unconscious have never been in consciousness, and therefore have never been individually acquired but owe their existence exclusively to heredity.
I believe our consciousness derives from that of others because then we put meaning to certain things. Curiosity is what we as human-beings theorize and question. From that point forward we advance and come up with new things every now and then.
unconscious
Is there not a single sentence that does not use the word conscious or unconsciousness? So repetitive.
But I never like painting. In school I hated Art like anything. And Modern Art I cannot understand. Like Picasso— Why he always show A man with funny shape Head and body all mixed up? I think
I really like how the author stepped out of her comfort zone and points out the repetitive lectures and things students are taught over and over again. Which i most definitely agree with.
Not jazz American stuff, Classical music worse still too long and dull, I like the music to be sentimental Like at night while dim light in my room, I turn on the radio.
This author seems to stand out from the rest by not following the regular cultures of society. Instead she takes a more drastic approach in doing her own thing.
When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting, when I spread my bed low in the dust, let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me
My interpretation of this stanza says that you cannot give up because of a single person that effected you instead you are still young and have so much ahead of you.
let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours
Here the author cannot get enough of how he is feeling nor does he attempt to move on from it because he mentions it nonstop all throughout the poem.
As my days pass in the crowded market of this world and my hands grow full with the daily profits, let me ever feel that I have gained nothing
I thought of this as someone who has the opportunity to talk to someone out in the crowd but fails to do so. That he will never find true love in someone else.
maybe she keeps the baby. Mum’s body rolls back up the stairs, the bone pops back into place, Step-Dad spits liquor back into glass.
These are the actions of irresponsible parents with a drunk father and heartless mother who do not value the life of s new born infant. Essentially a possible story for a bastard child.
I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love, you won’t be able to see beyond it.
Reading further along it seems as if a father who did a wrong in the past wishes to take back what he did. A once horrible and untrustworthy father is now in great remorse. Something he simply cannot take back is marked forever.
I can make the blood run back up my nose, ants rushing into a hole. We grow into smaller bodies, my breasts disappear,
Here it is clear that the author emphasizes the idea that if one brought you in to this world than they sure can take you out of it. It is important to recognize that the way you were raised by your parents reflects what and how you grow up to be.
You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before, And have grown most uncommonly fat; Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door — Pray, what is the reason for that?”
Overtime, you age and go through stages that one can not avoid thus, you look different then before. But that alone does not stop your ability to do things almost seen impossible for you to do.
You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak — Pray, how did you manage to do it?”
Regardless of age, the important thing is that you are still capable of performing an unexpected task that you would not normally be able to do at such age. Instead, it is a matter of maintaining a good health. When in doubt do not think one isn't capable of something instead ask the person how?
I remember’d that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigour at first That I never might need them at last.
Father William exclaims that your youth years and how you take care of yourself is what determines your longevity to live longer and healthier. It is important to pray as a last resort if you wish to live till you are very old. Your years as a teen fly by fast so keep in mind that there is no going back if for any mistake you have made.
In works of labor or of skill, I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
I think the lesson taken from this is the hard work and goodness of what it takes to go to heaven; where the bee shows fortitude and willingness to do what is right. In contrast, for Satan is all about being laid back and doing absolutely nothing. He lacks goodness and shows animosity therefore, he will never reach heaven.
‘Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I’m sure I shan’t be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can;—but I must be kind to them,’ thought Alice, ‘or perhaps they won’t walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I’ll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.’
Alice is so much alone and lonely that she begins seeing and believing that human limbs have feelings just as humans do. She goes on saying that if she does not treat her feet well then perhaps her feet will no longer walk for her.
Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind,
Every time I hear the phrase "like the wind" I imagine the person running at very high speeds. Sometimes so fast that I over exaggerate his/her speed comparing it to that of a cheetah's. Typically phrases like this one are more common in a cartoon-like setting. For example, like the Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner.
‘Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?’ when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
Alice's long fall is finally over landing on a bunch of sticks and leaves cushioning her fall. Also, Alice talking to herself and imagining her sister before her kind of points out that Alice might be insane or even a little crazy. Or can it only mean that the fall was pretty long indeed thus, she began conversating with her self to make time go faster or avoid boredom.
‘I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?’ she said aloud. ‘I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think—’ (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge,
Alice to me is very silly in that she sort of jokes with school academics and sees it in a way different from what it is meant to do, like for example challenge children in their learning, increase and introduce great interactional skills, etc. Instead, Alice does not take things seriously while falling in a hole who knows how many miles deep it is. So unthoughtful that she does not consider or think about how she will climb back up and reach the surface of the earth.
“Come buy,” call the goblins Hobbling down the glen.
I think the goblins might of eaten some of their fruits and now they're behaving worst than before. They're stumbling and wobbling over to the nearest valley.
Their hungry thirsty roots?”
"hungry" and "thirsty" rhyme in a close clustered form emphasizing the trouble of what possible things the goblins might have feed their desperate and dying roots of plants.
Lizzie veil’d her blushes
Blushes can be applied to children as for example, when a girl likes a boy in her class the girl will tend to blush when approached by the guy or in a conversation with the guy. This type of behavior would not normally be seen in adults because for them it is about casual dating and getting to know the person in a more serious manner.
Sweet to tongue and sound to eye
In this particular stanza the words sweet and tongue can relate to a child in that kids are sweet adorable infants that don't know better, whereas for the word tongue kids use as part of their senses to taste.
Figs to fill your mouth, Citrons from the South,
The words "mouth" and "south" rhyme with a similar spelling.
Come buy, come buy: Our grapes fresh from the vine, Pomegranates full and fine,
This stanza contains a rhyme in the word buy and vine. Even though they have completely different spellings, their pronunciations correlate very well, and give it a fortifying tone to announcing their presence & business.
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Here the author admits defeat that all he once was is now gone. His days are numbered as death is imminent and very much upon him, but as he has argued he isn't ready to go. Perhaps like I mentioned earlier in his first poem he wants someone to offer up their own life for his. To me, it's quite upsetting that someone who has the very desire to live and do some much more is at the fingertips of dying.
When I have fears that I may cease to be
My take on this poem is that the author isn't ready to die or let go of what life has to offer such as knowing what love is and feels like, he insists that there's so much more to do on Earth.
I hold it towards you.
The author comes forward with the indication of a great awakening that all will find magnificent if and only if he is brought back with the sacrifice of someone else. The author seems overly confident in himself that he mentions to everyone that it is their duty to give up their life for his.
That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again,
I must say the poem is a bit difficult to follow and understand, but it seems to me that the author wants to be revitalized. He wants someone to give up their own life for his reincarnation, as mentioned in the text "So in my veins red life might stream again" (6). Here he wishes for blood to flow through his veins giving him life once again.
Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know, But leechlike to their fainting country cling
To see the word 'nor' repeat more than one time it's evident in that rulers seem to ignore the fact that their people of England are facing hardship. Little do they know that they have a false consciousness that the country is falling as a nation. But the reality is that the king of England is taking advantage and draining the country of its wealth for lucrative means.
Are graves from which a glorious Phantom may Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.
The author denotes a revolutionary shift by bursting out in a tumultuous manner to turn the tables on England.
A people starved and stabbed in th’ untilled field; An army, whom liberticide and prey Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield; Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay; Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed; A senate, Time’s worst statute, unrepealed— Are graves from which a glorious Phantom may Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.
The author takes no break or pause between the two parts of the poem, It is one complete thought about the state of England in 1819.
But leechlike to their fainting country cling
The author is so disgusted with the nation that with the use of imagery and metaphor he emphasizes the ruling class to be blood sucking parasites .
Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear?
The author is alerting and exclaiming to the people of England that if they're too blind to see what glaring jewels that the king wears, then continue to suffer in misery.
Trace your grave and build your tomb And weave your winding-sheet—till fair England be your Sepulchre.
The author describes England treacherously bad as to saying that if you stay there any longer prepare your own funeral.
Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed;
The church of England is in a state of horror and corruption believing to house nonbelievers of Christ and not recognizing God as one to look up to for answers. Without God society is meaningless. Christianity without Christ is pointless.
. Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder, and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!
Dr. Frankenstein, if you diminish your creation that doesn't make you any less guilty than your monster, but it does make you accountable for not being able to facilitate or keep your creation under control. Look at it from the fact that you created this monster, and now you hold the burden to be fully responsible for what it does.
“Begone! I will not hear you. There can be no community between you and me; we are enemies. Begone, or let us try our strength in a fight, in which one must fall.”
The way I see it Dr. Victor seems to have a harsher approach toward Frankenstein. It seems as if all Frankenstein wants is rejoice and be cooperative but Dr. Victor simply denies his allegations of showing benevolent behavior to him and other people.
And, oh! That I could, with the extinction of your miserable existence, restore those victims whom you have so diabolically murdered!”
It is interesting to see how Dr. Frankenstein despises and tells Frankenstein that he can restore those victims whom he has so diabolically murdered. I think it is evident to say that Dr. Victor is at fault here rather than Frankenstein himself because if he had a father figure to tell him right from wrong then, perhaps maybe his actions would not have consisted of hurting or killing innocent civilians. To add on, Dr. Victor fails to observe and thoughtfully look at things from a broader spectrum because he never stops and asks himself what could I have done to prevent such atrocities and horrors to this world?
I suddenly beheld the figure of a man, at some distance, advancing towards me with superhuman speed.
It would be quite the frightening experience to have someone approaching me at super human speed. Especially, someone with such ugliness as the author describes in the text. Just from this first paragraph alone, I can picture Dr. Frankenstein trembling with fear.
No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success.
I like how Mary Shelley or just many authors in general during the time use literary devices to prove a point in the most meticulous fashion. As a reader, it enriches and bestows the authenticity of the author's story. In this case, Mary Shelley describes Dr. Victory's over-excitement for his creation as a hurricane.
palpitated
The word 'palpitate' means to beat rapidly, vigorously, or irregularly almost trembling. Knowing how fearful Dr. Victor was the monster he had mistakenly created, without a doubt must have had his heart beating faster than usual.
I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart
Dr. Victor spent an awfully long time for his creation, but at the end, his creation was not at all what he had expected. Its quite upsetting that Dr. Victor didn't get what he wanted, but now he has created a monster like no other.
It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes
When I read this quote of Frankenstein being born, I automatically thought of the movie Van Helsing. In the film, the monster Frankenstein is born during a rainy and stormy night.
whilst women seek for pleasure as the main purpose of existence.
Wollstonecraft suggests that a woman's sole purpose in society is to pleasure men while, they're out in the world dealing with loads of business like obligations and responsibilities. In my view of today's society that is something that does not simply apply. As far as i'm concerned some single mothers take on the role of both a mother and father.
That woman is naturally weak
Right off the bat it threw me off how Mary Wollstonecraft starts off her first sentence with "That woman". Wollstonecraft's choice of words can mean that she is singling out a particular group of women and, not every woman in general.
Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye,
A great emphasis is placed into the character of the tiger, as he is described as king of the forests and virtually 'immortal', his attributes and dominance demands respect. A beast of such magnitude and that will lash out on you and rearrange your face is not to be reckoned with.
Tyger Tyger
I happened to notice that the word tiger is spelled with a Y instead, with an I. The old English spelling of tiger suggests that the author is trying to drag us back to a more distant time and place.
A little black thing among the snow, Crying “weep! ‘weep!” in notes of woe! “Where are thy father and mother? say?”
In this particular stanza it appears to me that a kid or someone has lost a loved one and is asking his or her parents where they are? By his or her great agony of sadness and weep everything seems lost.
anvil
The history of anvil: According to sources anvils were and are still one of the most ancient and commonly used tools today, by blacksmiths. The term anvil(s) was used in Ancient Greek and Egyption writings. As for its origin and history, anvils first appeared in the area of what is today modern day Turkey.and Iran, dating back to six thousand B.C. Interestingly, older anvils saw to have contained fragments of meteorites. Another thing to note is that they were used as musical instruments. For example, in heavy metal it featured in Judas Priest’s 1990 song “Between the Hammer and Anvil” as a pitched percussion tool.
There were endless stories of Mexicans as people who were fleecing the healthcare system,
Alexisgomez- Utterly one-sided because as I mentioned earlier people are only exposed to what the media tells them and what others tell them. Their own self judgement is no determinate conclusion to why the U.S is being drained of money. Better yet, the U.S should take a closer look at EBT users who abuse the system and attempt to buy alcohol and cigarettes. Not to mention those that file for unemployment and get everything handed down to them.
Although I still get quite irritable when Africa is referred to as a country
Alexisgomez- I've encountered numerous conversations where people have mistaken Africa as a country. Which made me think negatively about the person that didn't know that.
And when I didn’t finish my dinner, my mother would say, “Finish your food! Don’t you know? People like Fide’s family have nothing
Alexisgomez- I can relate to this because my mother and father would typically tell me the same about throwing away food and that I should be grateful to even have a plate of food on the table;
and warns that if we hear only a single story about another person or country, we risk a critical misunderstanding.
Alexisgomez- In fact, Adichie speaks the truth of how we are only given one side to a story; when in today's world, the media speaks for the people. It also becomes the epicenter of reliable source. Therefore, that's why we live in a society filled with misconceptions because people are one-sided.