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One art – Elizabeth

One art, by Elizabeth Bishop

“The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the int
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
 
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
 
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
 
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
 
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
 
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.” 
Our literature teacher gave us a task on Bishop’s poem, “One Art” [Here is the link to the task]
  1. I think that by “the art of losing” the writer refers to when you are forced to forget something or to get over it. At first, she is not so serious about it, and she mentions losing things not ‘that’ important, such as “keys”, but then she starts mentioning things such as “cities[…]a continent[…],y mother’s watch[…] you”. By mentioning a person, she takes the problem of losing to another level of serious, to a much higher one.
  2. I found the poem’s format/form very useful to understand it, as it helped organize things and make them clear. Also, she uses modern language, which makes it easier for us to read it
  3. The writer makes use of two main refrains that help for our understanding of the story. One is “The art of losing isn’t hard to master”/”The Art of losing’s not too hard to master”, which she uses to show us the clear message that the poem tries to point out. The repetition of these sentences explain very well the poem and make it clearer. The meaning of this phrase changes as at first is says that is really easy to master, but then it is actually more difficult. The other one is “disaster”, by using this word the author explains what losing/forgetting causes in life, this being not really a disaster at first, and then still, but looking like “(Write it!) Like disaster”
  4. We are supposed to believe that she overcome them, as although it may look like “Write it!) Like disaster” it “wasn’t a disaster”.
  5. Probably not so much, as we would think that losing a “mother’s watch” or even a “continent”, should actually be “a disaster”. Instead, she says that although it may look like “(Write it!) Like disaster” it “wasn’t a disaster”, which is kinda hard to believe.

Analysis

One art                                                                                                                ↧

VILLANELLE

  • 19 lines
  • 6 stanzas (5 treats 1 quartrian)
  • 2 refrains
  • 2 rhymes

Stanza 1➝ SETS THE THEME➝ Losing is part of life so we should get used to it and deal with it. Enjambment (L 2-3)

Stanza 2➝ Pedantic tone (arrogant). Accept it! Losing is part of life (keys, hours). Enjambment (L 1-2)

Stanza 3➝ Loses are more significant but still not ‘that’ important

Stanza 4➝  Personal level➝ Mother’s watch➝ emotional significant

Refrain➝ it becomes more important. She’s lying to herself

Stanza 5➝  Loses = cities/rivers/a continent Can you own this- Difficult to understand the writer now.- “Miss”➝What? Who?

Stanza 6➝  The loss = a beloved person- She realized she should´t have lied to herself!➝ Epiphanic stanza (self-discovery)➝IT´S HARD TO COME TO TERMS WITH LOSS.➝ It IS a disaster, ACCEPT IT!

2 Endings Neggative ending She´s still young to herself and can’t recover from her loss                                                                                                                  Possitive ending She feel like a ¨disaster” but she can recover. Life goes on

 

Elegy for my father’s father

He knew in the hour he died
That his heart had never spoken
In eighty years of days.
O for the tall tower broken
Memorial is denied:
And the unchanging cairn
That pipes could set ablaze
An aaronsrod and blossom.
They stood by the graveside
From his bitter veins born
And mourned him in their fashion.
A chain of sods in a day
He could slice and build
High as the head of a man
And a flowering cherry tree
On his walking shoulder held
Under the lion sun.
When he was old and blind
He sat in a curved chair
All day by the kitchen fire.
Many nights he had seen
The stars in their drunken dancing
Through the burning-glass of his mind
And sober knew the green
Boughs of heaven folding
The winter world in their hand.
The pride of his heart was dumb.
He knew in the hour he died
That his heart had never spoken
In song or bridal bed.
And the naked thought fell back
To a house by the waterside
And the leaves the wind had shaken
Then for a child’s sake:
To waves all night awake
With the dark mouths of the dead.
The tongues of water spoke
And his heart was unafraid.

Now that we’ve read the poem, we are doing an obituary on the protagonist’s death

Here is mine!:

 

Mirror poem

Our literature teacher, told us to answer some questions about a poem we read.

  1. What is the effect of Plath’s choice to write the poem from a mirror’s perspective?
  2. Why do you think Plath switched the perspective from a mirror to a lake?
  3. Would this poem read differently if it had been written by a man? What about if a man was visiting the lake?
  4. How old do you think the woman in the poem is?
  5. Growing older is scary in this poem. When you think of yourself aging, is it scary like that “terrible fish”?

1- The effect on Plath’s choice to write from a mirror perspective, is because mirrors don’t lie, can’t lie. They only see your true you, your true image.

2-I believe he changed the perspective of the poem to the narrator being a lake, is because mirrors can look things exactly as they are. Instead, the image that a lake gives is or can be disturbed, just as human vision. What I mean is that the image a lake gives, is much more looking-like that how we see ourselves, because our brain distrubs it just as the lake does.

3- It all depends on what type of man wrote it. There are man that care about their image too, and viceversa.

4- I think this woman is very old, because she says that the woman in the lake is growing old, and I believe that she is THAT woman.

5- I don’t think growing old is scary, at least because I’m catholic. And although it is weird to think about, I think the ‘life before the life’ will be awesome

Writing task

Our history teacher told us to draw an object and do a poem about it

Trash can, by Manolo Padilla and Bautista Bravo

Always the trash I am receiving,

The tings that people waste,

My story is about dying,

Under the things that people hate.

Now I am a sea,

Fish live inside me,

And with the waste I eat,

 The life inside me they kill.