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FC: Loss | Nate Sethman

1: LOSS By Nate Sethman Sethman household November 23, 2008

2: Table of Contents | My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold William Wordsworth | How can echo answer what echo cannot hear? Nash Ogden | SONG OF THE FURIES by: Aeschylus | Pattern C.S. Lewis | Lyman King Edgar Masters | When You are Old W.B. Yeats | 4 5 6 8 9 10

3: Mutation | William Bryant | Page France | Feather | Bright be the place of thy soul Lord Byron | AS MUCH AS YOU CAN C. Cavafy | The Ice, As I Fell | An Internal Affair | 11 12 14 15 16 17

4: My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man: So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. | Wordsworth did a great job in expressing himself in this poem. A rainbow is such a childish thing that often is overlooked, as we grow older. This whole poem reflects on how it is the little thing that matter and without them life has no purpose. When it says “The child is father of the man” at first I was very confused and then a revelation hit me. Everyone was once a child, so being a child is everyone’s history. | My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold William Wordsworth

5: How can echo answer what echo cannot hear? Nash Ogden Why shouldn’t I laud my love? My love is highly laudable; Indeed, she would be perfection Were she only as audible. Why shouldn’t I laud her voice The welcomest sound I know, Her voice, which is ever soft? It is like wise gentle and low-- An excellent thing in woman And wilson’s thrush, or veery – But there are maddening moments When I wish I had wed a Valkyrie. Whenever her talk is restricted To topics in consequential She utters it face to face, With clarity reverential. | Then why, when there’s something important to say, Does she always say it going away? She’ll remark, as she mounts the stairs to bed, ‘Oh, some F.B.I. man called and said…” Then her words, like birds too swift for banding, Vanish with her upon the landing. “Don’t you think we ought… Then she’s gone, whereat the onclusion fades out like the Cheshire Cat. Yes, her words when weighly with joy or dread Seem to emerge from the back of her head; The denouement supreme, the point of the joke, Is forever drifting away like smoke. Knowing her custom, knowing the wont of her, I spend my life circling to get in front of her. I’ll be that poet Herrick, With cornna gone a-Mayying, Had to run like a rabbit To catch what she was saying. | This poem uses very creative words such as “laud” and “welcomest”. I also enjoy how the poet italicizes a portion of the poem when it becomes more serious. In addition, the poet asks the reader question, which really seems to draws the reader in and makes the poem more memorable. This poem also has a lose rhyme rhythm. This, rather than be sing-songy, gives it a nice flow. Upon, rereading this poem the it can be noticed that there are some sarcastic and almost cynical remarks, which gives the poem humor. All these elements together make this poem an enjoyable jaunt through the mind.

6: Trod down and trampled to the earth, Whene'er our dark-stoled troop advances, Whene'er our feet lead on the dismal dances. For light our footsteps are, And perfect is our might, Awful remembrances of guilt and crime, Implacable to mortal prayer, Far from the gods, unhonored, and heaven's light, We hold our voiceless dwellings dread, All unapproached by living or by dead. What mortal feels not awe, Nor trembles at our name, Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime, Fixed by the eternal law. For old our office, and our fame, Might never yet of its due honors fail, Though 'neath the earth our realm in unsunned regions pale. 1 Orestes | Up and lead the dance of Fate! Lift the song that mortals hate! Tell what rights are ours on earth, Over all of human birth. Swift of foot to avenge are we! He whose hands are clean and pure, Naught our wrath to dread hath he; Calm his cloudless days endure. But the man that seeks to hide Like him [1], his gore-bedewd hands, Witnesses to them that died, The blood avengers at his side, The Furies' troop forever stands. O'er our victim come begin! Come, the incantation sing, Frantic all and maddening, To the heart a brand of fire, The Furies' hymn, That which claims the senses dim, Tuneless to the gentle lyre, Withering the soul within. The pride of all of human birth, All glorious in the eye of day, Dishonored slowly melts away, | SONG OF THE FURIES by: Aeschylus

7: This is a very emotional narrative poem about the Furies in Greek mythology, which I had a very close connection. When I was a small child, I was a huge mythology buff and my favorite god was Hades, Lord of the Underworld, who in fact had control over the Furies. On a more third person standpoint, this poem talks about the wickedness of humans and the consequences of said wickedness. Though this poem is, long it seems short due to the short lines, which creates ease to the reader. Whenever this poem is read, I seem to speed through it as a storm coming in getting more angry and furious.

8: Some believe the slumber Of trees is in December When timber’s naked under sky And squirrel keeps his chamber. But I believe their fibres Awake to life and labour When turbulence comes roaring up The land in October, And plunders, strips, and sunders And sends the leaves to wander And indisguises prickly shapes Beneath the golden splendour. Then form returns. In warmer, Seductive days, disarming Its firmer will, the wood grew soft And put forth dreams to murmur. Into earnest winter With spirit alert in enters; The hunter wind and the hound frost Have quelled the green enchanter. | This poem has a very pleasant format with indention of the third line. I also enjoy how the main characters are the trees and how there life is the seasons. This poem also uses a lot of personification and really makes you feel as the trees feel. I also enjoyed the hidden meanings behind the poem about life and how hard times will go away and life with go on. This poem has an interesting comma layout, which creates a unique experience to read. | Pattern C.S. Lewis

9: You may think, passer-by, that fate Is a pit fall outside of yourself, Around which you may walk by the use of foresight And wisdom. Thus you believe, viewing the lives of other men, As one who in God-like fashion bends over an anthill, Seeing how their difficulties could be avoided. But pass on into life: In time you shall see fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror; Or you shall sit alone by your own hearth, And suddenly the chair by you shall hold a guest, And you shall know that guest, And read the authentic message of his eyes. | When I read this poem, I imagined a very proper elderly British man just walking down a street, pipe in mouth, ignoring all that was around. Then the man walks down a narrow alley into a low-lit room. There in front of in a large chair is a shadow of a man. The old man drops his pipe, falls over and dies. Though this poem is not a narrative, it is easy to picture a whole story plot line and everything, even though, the poem is short. The rhythm of this poem almost gives you beats of emotion as if drums accompany it. | Lyman King Edgar Masters

10: When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved you moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. | When You are Old W.B. Yeats | This poem is written in a way that makes you read it slow as if you were an elderly person. In addition, the poet repeats the word love many times to infusive the strong emotion with missing your lost youth. The poet capitalizes the word “love” once meaning the actual emotion to people have for one another, which was a very clever way of differentiating. The use of the word “pilgrim” as an adjective was a very interesting and something I would never thought of doing.

11: The mood of this poem reminds me of caution, the poem makes me insecure and in a way afraid. The poet does this by long and descriptive imagery through adjectives. The weirdest part of this poem is how even though it uses very aggressive and frank words, the message it gives is of lighter heart. The line “The fiercest agonies have shortest reign” sticks with me. I love how the author uses such simple words to explain something so complicated. | Thy talk of short-lived pleasure- be it so- Pain dies quickly: stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go. The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace. Oblivion, softly wiping out the stain, Makes the strong secret pangs of shame to cease Remorse is virtue’s root; its fair increase Are fruits of innocence and blessedness: Thus joy, o’erborne and bound, doth still release His young limbs from the chains that round him press Weep not that the world changes- did it keep A stable, changeless state, ‘twere cause indeed to weep. | Mutation | William Bryant

12: I am blowing for a trumpet Hallelujah You stood too close to the sunset And it finally outgrew you So now I paint you on my doorpost Like I knew you I make all of the right noises But they never make it to you I'm as heavy as a feather Hallelujah You're a confused little soldier And the bullets go right through you So now I march you to a tin pan Through the alley So the death angel understands That I'm gonna take you with me And we will become a happy ending And we will become a happy ending I am sinking for the sunset Hallelujah | You've been deafened by these trumpets But my love I'll listen for ya So I can paint you on my doorpost Like I knew you I make all of the right noises But my love they go right through you And we will become a happy ending And we will become a happy ending And we will become a happy ending And we will become a happy ending And we will become a happy ending We will rejoice Hallelujah We Will rejoice Hallelujah We Will rejoice Hallelujah We Will rejoice Hallelujah Hallelujah | Feather | Page France

13: Page France uses repetition of the word “hallelujah” throughout the song, which both the word itself and the repetition give you hope and lift you up. However, the song uses the word ironical, because all the song talks about s someone going away and the singers trouble accepting it. Another use of repetition is with the phrase “And we will become a happy ending”. This phrase is very soothing and lifts one spirit up as if in a dream state. The song also is very personal as if someone is serenading someone for the last time.

14: Bright be the place of thy soul! No lovlier spirit than thine E’er burst from its mortal control, In the orbs of the blessed to shine. On earth thou wert all but divine, As thy soul shall immortally be; And our sorrow may cease to repine, When we know that thy God is with thee. Light be the turf of thy tomb! May its verdure like emeralds be: There should not be the shadow of gloom In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree May spring from the spot of thy rest: But nor cypress nor yew let us see; For why should we mourn for the blessed? | This is the happiest poem about death I have ever read. The poet really gets the point across that not only should we celebrate life but to also celebrate death. Death is only a transition in the journey that is ironically called our life. I know that may be a bit confusing but after reading this poem, my cloudy skies go away. A few years back my great great uncle passed away and though I had only known him a few years he greatly influenced my life and this poem really reminds me of him and how he always taught me; you are never too old to make your dreams come true. | Bright be the place of thy soul Lord Byron

15: And if you can't shape your life the way you want, at least try as much as you can not to degrade it by too much contact with the world, by too much activity and talk. Try not to degrade it by dragging it along, taking it around and exposing it so often to the daily silliness of social events and parties, until it comes to seem a boring hanger-on. | Cavafy seems to have hidden objectives in this poem. Upon first reading thought, he was just telling you not to be arrogant and bigheaded. When this poem is reanalyzed however, the poet talks about how all this will happen if you are ignorant and do not try to become a better person or make a better life for yourself. In essence, it says do not be a hypocrite; do not complain about your life if you do not want to change it. He is saying if you do not want to better yourself you don’t deserve your life. I very much agree with what this poem says and a lot of my views about the world are the same as this poet says in this poem. | AS MUCH AS YOU CAN C. Cavafy

16: Slam, Slam, Slam! The ice crackled in front of me, as I beat it with all my might. Slam, Crackle, Crackle… The ice gave way, as if pulling me into its icy grip. Crackle, Splash, Splash! The ice surrounded me, as the cold crept into me. Splash, Glug, Glug… The ice became my prison, as I tried to escape. Glug, Laugh, Laugh! The ice made me the joke, as they laughed with a laugh that mocks my soul for eternity. Laugh, Weep, Weep… The ice froze my tears, as I tried to hold my head up high. Weep, Drip, Drip! The ice I had left, as I slumped upstairs. Drip, Slap, Slap… The ice had frozen my clothes, as I pulled them off my numb body. Slap, Stroke, Stroke! The ice had not broken me completly, as a familiar hand and soothing voice of a familiar friend revitalized me. | The Ice, As I Fell

17: When I watch you … disappear into the masses. mask yourself for me. stare right through everyone who maters. Or When I watch you … blur your emotions. be what everyone wants. lose all life gave you. act as their marionette. I say When I watch you … make it all go away. shrivel up and die inside. tear down your being. I stand up… for you as yourself, I stand up. | An Internal Affair

18: Nathan Storey Sethman is a brilliant Sophomore in Mrs. Dawson's Pre-AP English Class. Mr. Sethman lives at 2016 Copperfield in Stillwater Oklahoma. He lives with his father Ross Sethman and his mother Pam Sethman. He is one of three children, the youngest in fact. He has an older brother Towery Sethman andsister Gwyn Sethman. Towery lives in california and Gwyn is in OKC getting her nursing degree. | About the Author | Nate has many hobbies including; Swimming, watching movies (he has 505), hanging with friends, and the occasional reading of one over-sized Old English book.

19: Works Cited Appleton, William Hyde. Greek Poets in English Verse. Cambridge; The Riverside Press,1893. Byron, Lord Selected Poems. New York: Gramercy, 1994.. Duane, O.B., W.B. Yeats: Romantic Visionary, London: Brockhampton Press, 1996. Godwin, Harold. Poetical Works of Bryant. New York: D. Appleton, 1920. Hooper, Walter C.S. Lewis Poems. San Diego: Harcourt Brace & Company 1966. Lathem, Connery. Favorite Poems. Iowa: Perfection Learning, 1983. Masters,Edgar. Spoon River. New York: Macmillan Company, 1966. Ogden, Nash. Everyone But Thee and Me. Canada: Little Brown, 1962. Page France. Feather. Rec. 12 Sept. 2006. MP3. Fall Records, 2005. University of Washington. University of Washington. 22 November 2008

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