The Lament of 6 May 2011

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all yesterday's dialogue signify
Nothing
When we strut and fret
And SMS
Puan Ju, tell me the tale
Of tomorrow's poetry.

My Favourite Season of All

Fall in Vermont was the most memorable of all. Fall in New York State was vibrant and alive. But, Fall in Cape Girardeau stays with me and grows on me. I could still feel the leaves at my feet as I trudged downhill back to my abode; The soft wind lifting my hair as I looked at the opposite bank of the Mississippi River.
Keats's "To Autumn" reminds me of the things I miss; things I wish would still be. Alas, those days are far gone. Those were the days when I felt the world was at my feet.
'To Autumn" has always brought me back to a place I wish to remain.
Has "To Autumn" evoked any strong emotions in you, or it is THE POEM that you can never relate to?

My brain Retards; My Mind Perplexes : The Punch from Ode on a Grecian Urn.

When I first read Ode on a Grecian Urn, my mind refused to cooperate. It went numb. It took me a long while to slowly unravel the beauty of the poem.

What is your reaction when you first read Ode on A Grecian Urn?
How long does it take for the numbness to wear off?
Do you manage to discover the beauty of the ode or the mystery of the poem alludes you?
Perhaps by identifying the images in each of the stanza, you will get to form a comprehensible picture of the poem.
You might want to put in your understanding of the last couplet in the final stanza.

I am Negro, I am Negro................Say what?

Every Semester I would be informed the poem Negro by Langston Hughes is one that exasperates many. They Googled, and they Googled and they Googled. The end result is that there are heaps of information on other Negro but not the Negro they have been assigned with.

I am ecstatic. For once you have to rely on your own interpretations without relying on what others have said. My sincere advice; Switch on your creative and critical thinking self and share with the rest of the community what you have discovered about the poem Negro.

What is lo.....ve..what is love? Love in Keats' Bright Star and Shakespeare's Sonnet 18, 55 and 64

Love makes the world go round. Love empowers. Love conquers. Love lifts you up, but love can also destroy and leave you dead for many centuries.
Keats in Bright Star and Shakespeare in Sonnet 18, Sonnet 55 and Sonnet 64 gave us multi interpretations of love. Whose ideas of love can you relate to? Or perhaps their ideas of love are so out of this world that you are scratching your head to figure out what they are saying about love.Or maybe they know next to nothing about love. Only the young feel love the old should have just concentrated on dying as love has passed them by. Okay, spill it all lovers!