Enjoy up to 55% Off! Code: JOLLY Ends: 12/5 Details
Apply
  1. Help

L.A. Poetry Project

Hello, you either have JavaScript turned off or an old version of Adobe's Flash Player. Get the latest Flash player.

L.A. Poetry Project - Page Text Content

FC: Beyond Storytelling: Poetry | By Manmitha Neelam | By Manmitha Neelam

1: ~ To my mom for supporting me and giving me ideas for book

3: Table of Content I.Biographies/Poet Pages Edgar Allan Poe....................................4 Robert Frost........................................5 II.EAP Dream Within A Dream Poem and Elements Dream Within a Dream Poem........................6 Analysis,Tone, and Rhyme Scheme..................7 Figurative Language and Opinion...................8 III.RF Nothing Gold Can Say Poem and Elements Nothing Gold Can Say Poem........................9 Analysis...........................................10 Analysis(con.),Tone, and Rhyme Scheme............11 Figurative Language and Opinion...................12 IV.About the Author Short Autobiography...............................13 Fire Poem.........................................14 The Thing Poem...................................15 Glossary...........................................18 Bibliography................................19

4: In Baltimore in 1835, he married Virginia Clemm, and later published "The Raven" which became and instant success, while his wife died 2 years later. On October 7, 1849, Poe died mysteriously. Most of his poems and short stories reflect his life while others were not ready to be accepted into public simply because they were too frightening. | Edgar Allan Poe was born on January 19th, 1809 to Eliza and David Poe. Soon after Edgar was born, David abandoned the family. In 1811, a few months after she gave birth to Rosalie, Eliza past away sending Edgar to the Allans. He grew up in good surroundings, and excelled in many subjects. At age 17, Edgar was only given third of the money he needed for college and was soon in debt. For a few years, Poe joined the U.S. Army and was assigned a fairly good role.Throughout the rest of his literacy journals and periodicals, becoming known for his own style of literary criticism between several cities including Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York City. | Edgar Allan Poe | 4

5: Robert Frost was born March 26, 1874 in San Fransisco, California, to William Prescott Frost, Jr.- a journalist - and Isabella Moodie. His father was strict, but loved to gamble and drink. When Robert Frost was age 2, his mother fled to Lawrence, Massachusetts to escape her husband. When his father died in 1885, he went to live with his mother and sister to live with his paternal grandfather After his rough beginning, Robert continued his dream to become a great poet. In 1892, he graduated from high school, and went to Hartmouth College where he wrote his first poem, "My Buttery:An Elegy". He also got 5 other poems published privately. In, 1895, Frost married Elinor White and had 6 children. He became a teacher to | support his family, but failed to receive a degree in Harvard so he had to be a farmer. Soon they both got tired, and Frost became a full time poet. In 1938, his wife and 4 of his children died. After this depressing time, Frost recited his poems at Kennedy's inauguration and received a good title. He finally died on January 29, 1963, and he is now buried in Bennington, Vermont. | Robert Frost | 5

6: A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan P | A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe | Take this kiss upon the *brow! I stand amid the roar And, in parting from you now, Of a surf-tormented shore, Thus much let me avow- And I hold within my hand You are not wrong, who deem Grains of the golden sand- That my days have been a dream; How few! yet how they creep Yet if hope has flown away Through my fingers to the deep, In a night, or in a day, While I weep- while I weep! In a vision, or in none, O God! can I not grasp Is it therefore the less gone? Them with a tighter clasp? All that we see or seem O God! can I not save Is but a dream within a dream. One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? | 6

7: Analysis: Dreams are usually fleeting and hard to remember. Poe seems to be reflecting his life and feelings of sadness and depression at the passing time and comparing it to a dream.He wishes he could save at least one moment of lives of loved ones, but time and lives keeps passing like tiny grains of sand into the ocean. as he describes in the 2nd stanza.Edgar Allan Poe has a darkness not many understand, but his poems have deep, haunting feeling to them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tone and Rhyme Scheme: This poem is filled with desperation and melancholy,and explains the loss of life,but it also teaches a message. The rhyme scheme for the 1st stanza: A,A,A,B,B,C,C,D,D,E,E....and it follows in the same pattern until at the end it's back to E,E | 7

8: (con.) Figurative Language: The whole poem is a metaphor itself. The ocean can be a metaphor for life and existence while the grains of sand are passing time and other loved ones. Other examples: Personification: Yet if hope has flown away Alliteration: All that we see or seem, While I weep Hyperbole: O God,A dream within a dream _________________________________________ Opinion: Edgar Allan Poe's stories and poems have a dark feeling to it but "A Dream Within a Dream" has a deep meaning and a lighter side to it. I think is a great poem and tells you the true meaning of life, even though it is a bit sad. | 8

9: Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leafs a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So *Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. | 9

10: Analysis: The analysis of this poem can be taught in many different ways. It simply says precious things and good times don't last forever.Gold can be compared to youth and innocence before you mature and have to let go of many other things, but this poem itself can be expressed in many different ways. Each line is about nature however they have a deeper meaning than it just says: Nature's first green is gold: Early leaves are green-gold when they're young. Her hardest hue to hold: This color fades as it becomes older. Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an hour: The leaf grows little buds and briefly turns into a flower before into a leaf, but this only lasts for a short time. | 10

11: The leaf subsides to a leaf: The leaf is now only a leaf, neither gold nor a flower. So Eden Sand to Grief: Happiness now sank to grief. So Dawn Goes to Day: The beautiful dawn just makes way for another day. Nothing Gold Can Stay: The repetition of the whole poem. | Tone and Rhyme Scheme: At the beginning of the poem you sense a feeling of comfort and warmth but later, you get a feeling of sadness that things don't stay for forever. So the tone of the poem can be disappointed. Rhyme Scheme: A,A,b,B,C,C,D,D | 11

12: Figurative Language: Metaphors: The first two lines are compared to a person indirectly. Alliteration: Her hardest hue to hold + Dawn Goes Down to Day(the poem itself is also structured as alliteration) | My Opinion: Even though it's a short poem, it's also one of the best. Each line can mean so many different things and teach many lessons. The gold, leaves, flowers, buds, dawn etc. could represent many things - not just nature. After understanding this poem,it became one of my favorite. | 12

13: An autobiography of the author | 13 | I'm Manmitha Neelam and I'm one in a million. I was born on August 1st, 1999. I guess you could say life was pretty interesting. I always thought outside the box, and there wasn't a single thing I didn't wonder about - REALLY. I love to do tons of things - writing(poetries especially) playing my viola, singing, drawing, solving problems(not math ones), dancing(though I suck at it), and anything that is full of life. I love being outdoors, or anywhere that is not normal. I'm a pretty adventurous person but don't underestimate me for being shy if you don't know me too well. I guess that's pretty much all you need to know about me.

14: Fire: A brilliant flame of blazing light I am Shining like a gem I move throughout the land Quickly and fiercely as planned I create chaos I create destruction I am symbolized as danger People scream and run away from me as I spread out more But is that all I did since the beginning of man? Wasn't it I that banished darkness or gave warmth as I touched Mother Earth? Wasn't it I that destroyed and purified evilness lurking in the shadows? 'Uncontrollable' one says 'Beauty' says another Yet I still don't understand How I'm feared and loved In 2 incommensurable ways | 14

15: The thing: It was quarter past 4 when I jolted up To hear scratching in the attic. I strained my ears to hear But only silent vibrations rushed through. I was surely just imagining things. I tardily lied back down, Relieved but expectant. Just before my last blink before drifting off, It started...AGAIN For a second or two I kept my eyes closed, trying to think of an explanation. But, it got louder. I slowly took my covers off and slid into my slippers, daring not to make a sound. Fortunately, my flashlight was on my desk, But did I dare? I stood there frozen, Simply frozen, | 15

16: Waiting for the *din to go away. For all I know, it could be mice or an unexpected friend from the wild. I could hold my eagerness no longer. I can ask someone to come with me upstairs, but my family was sound asleep. And even if they were, 4:00 in morning? They'll ask too much. Not caring about making noise, I dashed to get the flashlight and slammed open the door *garishly. Remembering my need for muteness, I tip-toed across the hallway as quietly as a feather. Darkness surrounded me in every corner, but I could soon make out figures and shapes of furniture. As I neared the attic, Blood rushed through my ears so violently. Surprisingly, the cord was pulled, and the stairs were let down. down. | 16

17: I didn't know if I was ready for the awaiting surprise. Each step felt heavier than the last. Imagine having solid iron for slippers. After I reached the edge of the stairs, I peeked up into the attic Something very faint glowed in the far left corner. This was it.I solemnly climbed the stairs, Faintly creaking with every step or two. After what seemed like 10 decades, I was at the top. An orb sat at the far corner casting a small light. In the blink of a second, the orb transformed into a shadow and flew swiftly around, abandoning it's light. My head spun. I just knew I was going to faint A light flashed, and in a blood-curling shriek, It left, but it's screech still echoed in my ears. I collapsed right there, but woke up just before anyone else. This was a night I would never forget, as the echo still haunts my mind. | 17

18: Glossary brow - n. the forehead din - n. a loud noise or sound Eden - n. a state of innocence, bliss, or ultimate happiness garishly - adv.hastily;loudly incommensurable - n. not being able to compare; different tardily - n. slowly | 18

19: 19 | Bibliography | http://www.poestories.com/biography.php http://www.kyrene.org/schools/brisas/sunda/poets/frost.htm http://www.eliteskills.com/c/3723 http://www.eliteskills.com/c/13186 answers.com images.google.com

Sizes: mini|medium|large|gigantic
Default User
  • By: Manmitha N.
  • Joined: almost 6 years ago
  • Published Mixbooks: 1
No contributors

About This Mixbook

  • Title: L.A. Poetry Project
  • Tags: None
  • Published: over 5 years ago

Get up to 50% off
Your first order

Get up to 50% off
Your first order