Identity Poem

As I walk down the hall,

to others I'm just another pretty face,

going through the motions of life.

Some may think they see who I really am,

but most just see that I am tall,

academic,

and like to run.

But it seems that no one ever sees who I truly am.

They don't know what I feel inside.

They don't know what it feels like to be me.

Always trying,

Always caring,

Always hurt.

I'm just another pretty face 

among the hundreds walking through the halls.

Alternate Ending to The Heart of Darkness

Here is an alternate ending to The Heart of Darkness...

"You were with him to the last? I think of his loneliness. Nobody near to understand him as I would have understood. Perhaps no one to hear..." she said.

"To the very end," I said shakily. " I heard his very last words..." I stopped in a fright.

"Repeat them," she murmured in a heart broken tone. "I want-I want-something-something-to-to live with. "

What should I say to her? Who am I to tell her those luminous last words. He horror, the horror.... Who am I to know his intentions and to share it with someone who he regarded so slightly. The darkness of the truth she won't understand... Would she even believe the truth? In Herr eyes he was a hero who could do no wrong. She never saw the dark side of Kurtz and he was not great enough of a man to have people thinking kindly of him in his end.

Her eyes bore into me, but I found no answer in the darkness of my soul. I left admitively rudely without so much as a goodbye.

As I blended in with others who weren't effected by any of the tragedies that had just occurred in that house, or down the river. I found I couldn't forget the horror...

The End

Poetry Blog #4

Blackberries for Amelia

The poem Blackberries for Amelia is a straight forward poem. It is talking about the process of the blackberries throughout the growing season. This poem uses great description and really paints a picture in my head. Phrases such as "brambles dark-and-light," and five-petalled blooms of chalky white" paint the picture of dark blackberry bushes with bright white flowers before the fruit has begun to grow. There is also some alliteration such as "savage sweet" adds a nice addition to the poem. The rhythm throughout the poem is A, B, B, A. This rhyme scheme makes the poem easy to read and helps it flow and makes the reader wanted to go on.

In the last paragraph Wilbur talks about having a grandchild to pick the blackberries with and the title is Blackberries for Amelia and so he probably has a grandchild named Amelia who he would like to pick blackberries with when she next comes over. I would almost call this poem a story told by a grandparent.

Poetry Blog #3

The White Man's Burden

The first thing I noticed when reading this program is the repetition of "Take up the white Man's burden---", which gives a sense of rhythm throughout the poem. The rhythm gives the poem s beat that makes it easier to get through the poem.

In the first stanza Kipling talks about how we better send forth our best men to fight and that we are binding our sons to people who don't want to be helped, but they are stuck there no matter what.

In the second stanza he says how it is going to take time for them to accept us because we need to break down the wall between us so they will allow us to help them. He also says that we are going to have to repeat ourselves a hundred times before they sill even startup listen to us.

The third stanza says that this war will help bring peace and rid them of famine and sickness. Although the outsiders still are really against us helping them. They want us to go away.

The fourth stanza states that we will not be ruling over them like kings we will be their servants working for their greater good.

In the fifth stanza Kipling is still talking about how they don't want our help and they want to be left alone.

The main theme of the sigh stanza is tht even though it's hard you can't deny freedom because it's always going to be keep coming up.

The final stanza sums up that this isnt going to be like childhood, it's going to hard and lots of work, but in the end it will be worth it.

Richard Kipling supported imperialism and wanted to go over and help those countries less fortunate than us and that's what he express throughout this pome.

Poetry Blog #2

Evening Concert, Saint-Chapelle

This poem is giving a very deep description of what it's like to experience an evening concert and the beautiful Saint-Chapelle in Paris, France. At first it describes the beautiful glass stained windows that have the light shining through them to display amazing colors and how these colors are reflected across the Seine, or river. The orchestra is setting up and begisn to play pieces by the famous Vivaldi and Brahms. The poem says, "...so that the listening eye saw suddenly the black lines, in shapes of shield and cross and strut and brace...." This is saying that the orchestra played the pieces so beautifully that the audience could imagine the story that was being told within the music. At the end of the poem it says," our violins were cased in thin but solid sheets of lead." This last line is saying that at the end of the concert everything that happened before has a thin layer over it. Which means that the past is the past and there is no use worrying over what can not be changed.

Sorry it's late! I kept thinking yesterday was Saturday! These three day weekends have me all confused!