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1: Nature | Colin Yates Stillwater, Oklahoma 2009
3: Table of Contents The Trees - Rush..............................................................................4 Spring, the Sweet Spring - Thomas Nashe....................................6 Call for the Robin-Readbreast and the Wren - John Webster......8 The Grasshopper - Richard Lovelace..........................................10 The Poplar Field - William Cowper...............................................12 Maples - Judith Pordon.................................................................14 There Came a Wind Like a Bugle - Emily Dickinson...................16 The Sick Rose - William Blake......................................................18 The Eagle - Alfred Tennyson.........................................................20 Fire and Ice - Robert Frost............................................................22 To the Trees - Colin Yates.............................................................24 So Little Time - Colin Yates...........................................................26
4: The Trees by Rush There is unrest in the forest, There is trouble with the trees, For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas. The trouble with the maples, (And they're quite convinced they're right) They say the oaks are just too lofty And they grab up all the light. But the oaks can't help their feelings If they like the way they're made. And they wonder why the maples Can't be happy in their shade. There was trouble in the forest, And the creatures all have fled, As the maples scream "Oppression!" And the oaks just shake their heads So the maples formed a union And demanded equal rights. "The oaks are just too greedy; We will make them give us light." Now there's no more oak oppression, For they passed a noble law, And the trees are all kept equal By hatchet, axe, and saw.
5: I chose this song to serve as one of my poems, one reason being that it is one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands. However, this song's lyrics seem to have a very strong meaning. At first glance, they seem to simply paint a comic image of trees arguing like children. Metaphorically, though, these lyrics (to me, at least) represent the basis of modern society, in which argument is needed for a resolution. | http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/02/Starman.png
6: Spring, the Sweet Spring by Thomas Nashe Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
7: Clearly, the author is describing spring as a beautiful time of year that be enjoyed by everyone. I like the poem because it has very good use of personification that really adds to its effect. The line "Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!" at the end of each stanza shows in a fun and humorous way that spring is simply a great time of year to be enjoyed. In addition to all of this, spring is my personal favorite season, so I was able to relate to the poem very easily. | http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/44/Loewenzahnwiese_tharandt_mai_2006.jpg
8: Call for the Robin-Redbreast and the Wren by John Webster Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm; But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
9: A long time ago, robins were considered to "care for the dead," a belief that creates the main theme of this poem. This can easily be seen in the first four lines of the poem. I really like how the author was able to be very direct about the topic, while still managing to make the poem flow in a way that keeps the reader's attention. | http://www.stiltonprimary.co.uk/_files/images/14122006111754robin20snow202.jpg
10: The Grasshopper by Richard Lovelace O thou that swing'st upon the waving hair Of some well-filld oaten beard, Drunk every night with a delicious tear Dropt thee from heaven, where thou wert rear'd! The joys of earth and air are thine entire, That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly; And when thy poppy works, thou dost retire To thy carved acorn-bed to lie. Up with the day, the Sun thou welcom'st then, Sport'st in the gilt plaits of his beams, And all these merry days mak'st merry men, Thyself, and melancholy streams. | http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/04/Young_grasshopper_on_grass_stalk02.jpg
11: The one thing about this poem other than the simple title that caught my eye was the old English. At first, I thought it seemed strange that a poem would be written about something like a grasshopper such a long time ago. After reading it through several times, though, I realized that this subject was actually interesting and attention-grabbing when written in old English. Something about the way that the grasshopper's every move is described just really makes the poem seem to flow well and keep my attention every time I read it.
12: The Poplar Field by William Cowper The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew, And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat; And the scene where his melody charmed me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can, To muse on the perishing pleasures of man; Short-lived as we are, our enjoyments, I see, Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we.
13: I can very much relate to what is being said in this poem. The author is talking about how quickly his favorite season seems to come and go. He begins to realize through the short lives of seasons that life is short, and should be enjoyed as much as possible. At the very end of this poem, he compares the lifespan of a human to the lifespan of a single season, which strengthens his new feelings. | http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2259/2179457445_5abd61c4b2.jpg
14: Maples by Judith Pordon Leaves of fiery scarlet reflect a crisp sun rustle in a healthy mass of autumn laughter house an anarchy of crows that screech at winters approach until bare branches balance snow on slender outstretched arms | http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/55/Acer_pseudoplatanus_002.jpg
15: This entire poem is a great example of good personification. It explains what a maple tree does throughout its lifetime, using human qualities to describe its traits. The author obviously has some kind of attraction to maples, describing them as healthy and slender, which adds a positive feeling to the poem.
16: There Came a Wind Like a Bugle by Emily Dickinson There came a wind like a bugle; It quivered through the grass, And a green chill upon the heat So ominous did pass We barred the windows and the doors As from an emerald ghost; The doom's electric moccasin That very instant passed. On a strange mob of panting trees, And fences fled away, And rivers where the houses ran The living looked that day. The bell within the steeple wild The flying tidings whirled. How much can come And much can go, And yet abide the world!
17: In this poem, Emily Dickinson is comparing herself to nature, namely some type of natural disaster that is approaching that could destroy her physically, emotionally, and spiritually. The poem can also be interpreted as a comparison to a hard time that the poet has gone through, in which case she is comparing her feelings to a raging storm. | http://blog.ajg.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/approaching-storm.jpg
18: The Sick Rose by William Blake O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
19: This poem is one big metaphor for disaster on Earth. The rose represents the earth itself, which is sick because the end of the world as we know it is approaching. The invisible worm represents death, which flies in a howling storm because it is affecting the entire world. Crimson joy represents the fact that death strikes at night, when people are the happiest. The word "his" means "God's" and the last two lines describe all the people of Earth being released into Heaven. | http://blog.davidkaspar.com/images/heavenly-light-in-scotland.jpg
20: The Eagle by Alfred Tennyson He clasps the crag with hooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
21: Perhaps the best thing about this poem is that it is simple, yet effective. It paints a scene in the reader's mind of a very easy-to-imagine setting. The author describes the actions of the eagle in a way that automatically causes the reader to imagine the scene as time progresses. Without this poems similies and personification, it would be nothing, but with them, it represents a perfect example of imagery. | http://www.whale-images.com/data/media/9/bald-eagle-flying_117.jpg
22: Fire and Ice by Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
23: In this poem, fire and ice represent two different causes for personal self-destruction, and the world he is talking about is actually his own being. Fire perhaps represents desire for a better life, a feeling that can consume a person if he or she focuses on it too much. Ice represents hate for all of one's misfortunes, which is a cold, lonely, empty feeling. | http://www.woutervanhaeren.com/img/personal/guilt.jpg
24: To the Trees by Colin Yates Brothers, how tall you stand. Your arms open to the sky, Your legs entrenched firmly in this earth, Your body welcoming those in need. Brother, how sad humankind is. Our pollution poisoning your children, Our machines destroying your siblings. Our fires scorching your parents. You are greater than us.
25: I wrote this poem as a response to the current environmental issues that have over the past few years been made evident. When I first heard about them, I immediately became concerned, but could not think of how I could contribute any amount of help, even if very small. The topic soon left my mind. While working on this project, the topic reentered my mind and I thought "I know how I can play my part in this: I'll write a poem." | http://www.angelvillanueva.com/images/paintings/AV_BurningTree.jpg
26: So Little Time by Colin Yates You think you're living When all you're truly doing Is approaching death. Please, cherish each day, For you cannot get them back, And regret's painful. To live is to die So make the best of life, and Please, cherish each day.
27: I was thinking about what I should write about and I somehow landed on the amount of time that one has to live. I thought to myself "Life is short... That seems like a good poem topic." So I decided to write this little poem reminding people to enjoy the one life they get and live it to its fullest, because I understand that regret is an undesirable feeling with which no one should have to deal. It was not originally meant to be a haiku, but I accidentally wrote the first stanza in haiku form, so I figured I'd try to do the entire poem that way as well. | http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.telegraph.co.uk/global/graphics/2007/09/27/happykids.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.sodahead.com/question/144590/should-children-be-seen-and-not-heard/&usg=__OX_wiiDXZD6KoNtJltJ5rgOme8I=&h=311&w=500&sz=22&hl=en&start=12&tbnid=UtQK6dPOtq88XM:&tbnh=81&tbnw=130&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhappy%2Bchildren%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den
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29: About the Author | Colin Yates lives in Stillwater, Oklahoma. When he's not busy with school or work, he likes to hang out with his friends. He also loves music.
31: Bibliography Blake, William. "The Sick Rose." Harmon, William. The Top 500 Poems. New York City: Columbia University Press, 1992. Cowper William. "The Poplar Field." Harmon, William. The Top 500 Poems. New York City: Columbia University Press, 1992. Dickinson, Emily. "There Came a Wind Like a Bugle." Pinter, Harold. 100 Poems by 100 Poets: An Anthology. Jackson: Grove Press, 1994. Frost, Robert. "Fire and Ice." Harmon, William. The Top 500 Poems. New York City: Columbia University Press, 1992. Lovelace, Richard. "The Grasshopper." Harmon, William. The Top 500 Poems. New York City: Columbia University Press, 1992. Nashe, Thomas. "Spring, the Sweet Spring." Harmon, William. The Top 500 Poems. New York City: Columbia University Press, 1992. Pordon, Judith. "The Old Red Kimono - Maples". Casa Poema. April 22, 2009