Sunday, July 22, 2012


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This week we are studying closed forms poems in class, so I decide to write an entry on “Rose” this was published in 5-18-2008.
This is the first time that I’m doing a blog and creating a paper such as this.
There were several varieties of rose in the ancient world, as there are hundreds in the
modern, but the rose in poetry has always been red (or
“rose”) in color, unless otherwise described. “Red as a rose” is the prime
poetic cliché, and poets have used every other term for red to describe it,
such as Shakespeare’s “deep vermilion” (Sonnets98) or the “crimson joy”
of Blake’s “Sick Rose”. The rose blooms in the spring, and does not
bloom long; the contrast is striking between its youth in the bud and its
full-blown maturity, and again between both these phases and its final
scattering of petals on the ground, all in the course of a week or two. It is
rich in perfume, which seems to emanate from its dense and delicate folds
of petals. It is vulnerable to the canker-worm. And it grows on a plant with
thorns.  All these features have entered into its range of symbolic uses.

Sunday, April 1, 2012


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My fourth blog


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                  This is my fourth blog and I choose this poem “Those Winter Sundays”.
 
                                
                            

I want to mark how important is our relationship with our parents, they are our support and our guides, they teach everything during our childhood, and they take care of us  and prepare  for our future life.
All of this behaviors and relationship with our parents will be make us good persons, from them we learn respect for everybody, also we learn how we can share our love with everybody and special with our family. The childhood is the best time to enjoy the time with our family and parents.
In “Those Winter Sundays” we analyzed the poem and how the speaker didn’t have a good relationship with his father, this was a man who was working very hard during his life to support his family, no matter how cold o how   many “Storms” and indifference from his son and his family he felt.
I like this poem in the form that is written, because the poet used nice, sophisticated and strong words to describe his son’s indifference, showing in significance metaphors to express his suffering and the anger or “cold Weather that he felt about his family. He didn’t use nasty words or complained; he showed the love through the lines, although he was tired never asked for help. He acted as a parent; if we are good parent we do everything for our family without rewards. 



Monday, March 12, 2012