Week #7 Entry #2 critical

My favorite poem from Billy Collins

Moon

The moon is full tonight
an illustration for sheet music,
an image in Matthew Arnold
glimmering on the English Channel,
or a ghost over a smoldering battlefield
in one of the history plays.

It's as full as it was
in that poem by Coleridge
where he carries his year-old son
into the orchard behind the cottage
and turns the baby's face to the sky
to see for the first time
the earth's bright companion,
something amazing to make his crying seem small.

And if you wanted to follow this example,
tonight would be the night
to carry some tiny creature outside
and introduce him to the moon.

And if your house has no child,
you can always gather into your arms
the sleeping infant of yourself,
as I have done tonight,
and carry him outdoors,
all limp in his tattered blanket,
making sure to steady his lolling head
with the palm of your hand.

And while the wind ruffles the pear trees
in the corner of the orchard
and dark roses wave against a stone wall,
you can turn him on your shoulder
and walk in circles on the lawn
drunk with the light.
You can lift him up into the sky,
your eyes nearly as wide as his,
as the moon climbs high into the night.

~ Billy Collins ~

I like how the poem make a reference to the poem written by Coleridge. I researched a little to find the poem he was talking about. I took an exert from the poem.

Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side,

Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm,

Fill up the intersperséd vacancies

And momentary pauses of the thought !

My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart

With tender gladness, thus to look at thee,

And think that thou shalt learn far other lore,

And in far other scenes ! For I was reared

In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim,

And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars.

But thou, my babe ! shalt wander like a breeze

By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags

Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds,

Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores

And mountain crags : so shalt thou see and hear

The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible

Of that eternal language, which thy God

Utters, who from eternity doth teach

Himself in all, and all things in himself.

Great universal Teacher ! he shall mould

Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask.



Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,

Whether the summer clothe the general earth

With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing

Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch

Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch

Smokes in the sun-thaw ; whether the eave-drops fall

Heard only in the trances of the blast,

Or if the secret ministry of frost

Shall hang them up in silent icicles,

Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.

He also makes a reference to Matthew Arnold, he was a English poet and also an inspector of schools. I like the tone of the Collin's poem. It has a piece within it. I love the imagery of holding a child up to the moon, it's like he wants to show them that there is a whole world out there. Its like the child's introduction to the universe. While reading this i also made a reference to the piece. In the movie "Root's", Kunta Kinte holds Kissy up to the moon, almost as if he was dedicating her back to the God. This poem makes me think of that scene I also like when collins writes "And if your house has no child, you can always gather into your arms the sleeping infant of yourself." We all should take the time and find the innocence in ourselves and remember how beautiful nature is and that we can find inspiration in it. When I read this poem I pictured myself outside. Feeling the summer breeze tickle my face as I sit on the green grass and look at the fully light moon. I could see that man holding up his little baby. And I see myself holding up the infant me. It was a great read.

Week 7 Free entry #1

Cut

A deep wound
That continues to have the scabs pulled off of it
Leaving it open with drops of blood that I try to catch

I try to protect it,
from the salt and vinegar continuously poured on top.
Excruciating pain left for me to deal with.

Time will heal it,
But it’s hard to slather time across this sore,
And without patience this medicine will only counteract.

So I bandage it up
Knowing that its not ready to be expose to others,
Because it’s susceptible for an infection.

Soon a scar will appear,
A war wound reminding me of the struggle and hurt
A sign like a rainbow to promise me to always put me first.

Sherita Bolden

week 6 (# 3)Critical

Crime Scene

Freshly Slaughtered,

even the teeth are still warm.

Only busted bones left to identify the person

She sits in the Damp Sand

Her green tunic stretched and pulled

Left to rot under the cider sky.

Piece of evidence left in her hand.

A letter beginning with, Dear Professor Sedge.

Immediately we knew we had our guy.

But even if he was caught,

we would only receive a vague confession.

Giving off no leads, to trace us to him

So here is what I see

staring at her red wolf flesh

Cold, alone, streaked with Ice.

She will forever sing a song contained,

Of the day she was tied up by her lover.

The inspiration of this poem comes from Watching a CSI show! This professor kills one of his students and leaves her in a ditch. This episode was so good... so I kind of form a poem from the view point of the Detective....

And the lines are from the list we got last week.

Here are the lines I choose :

Here's what I see

Streaked with ice

the red wolf flesh

Dented bones

to identify a character

tie up my lover

Dear professor Sedge

even warm teeth

a green tunic

a cider sky

vaguely confessional