Flashcards
Poetry 102 Final
Cards in this deck (14)
- 1Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind —emily dickinson
- Repetition
- Telling the truth may be an act of kindness
- Eases you into an idea you are not ready to hear
- Objective (universal) vs subjective (personal) views of a poem - 2Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night, Dylan Thomas
- Repetition - 3Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night, Dylan Thomas
- 4Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night, Dylan Thomas
- 5Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night, Dylan Thomas
- 6What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.Harlem, Langston Hughes
- Metaphor
- A dream deferred is not just like an explosion, it is an explosion
- the target is the dream, the source is the explosion - 7Target and SourceSource: The concept or thing from which you are getting the characteristics
Target: the thing you are transferring the characteristics to - 8MetaphorUnderstanding or experiencing one thing in terms of another (in Greek: to carry over or to transfer)
- Puts interpretive burden on the reader
Human thought process are largely metaphorical
- We move through the world by association
It’s how we know the world
The metaphor becomes bigger than the actual thing (ex titanic) - 9They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.Philip Larkin
- - 10Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.W.H Auden
- - 11Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, nay more than married are. This flea is you and I, and this Our mariage bed, and marriage temple is; Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met, And cloistered in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill me, Let not to that, self-murder added be, And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. Cruel and sudden, hast thou since Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence? Wherein could this flea guilty be, Except in that drop which it sucked from thee? Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now; ’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be: Just so much honor, whJohn Donne
- The lover is the flea (in the conventional metaphor)
- Sex is the implied source for which the target is the flea
- The speaker relies on what the woman believes about sex to attempt to change her mind
- - 12ConceitAn extended metaphor that governs the extent of a poem
- manipulates images and ideas
Ex. John Donnes "the flea"
- Uses the woman's predisposed belief in what sex is (the mixing of blood) compares it to a flea biting him, then biting her, and uses it to justify them having sex - 13SimileA metaphor that uses "like" or "as"
- 141 Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. 2 Yes I am torching her curves and paps and wiles. They scorch in my self denials. 3 How she meshed my head in the half-truths of her fevers 4 till I renounced milk and honey and the taste of lunch. 5 I vomited her hungers. Now the bitch is burning. 6 I am starved and curveless. I am skin and bone. She has learned her lesson. 7 Thin as a rib I turn in sleep. My dreams probe 8 a claustrophobia a sensuous enclosure. How warm it was and wide 9 once by a warm drum, once by the song of his breath and in his sleeping side. 10 Only a little more, only a few more days sinless, foodless, 11 I will slip back into him again as if I had never been away. 12 Caged so I will grow angular and holy 13 past pain, keeping his heart such company 14 as will make me forget in a small space the fall 15 into forked dark, into python needs heaving to hips and breasts and lips and heat and sweat and fat and greed.Anorexic Anorexic, Eavan Boland
- Allusion to witches and "the fall"
- Her body is evil, she is "torching" it
- "Heretic," her flesh is somehow abnormal, evil
-The anorexic body understood in terms of witches bodies at the height of persecution