"Nature" is what we see--
The Hill--the Afternoon--
Squirrel--Eclipse--the Bumble bee--
Nay--Nature is Heaven--
Nature is what we hear--
The Bobolink--the Sea--
Thunder--the Cricket--
Nay--Nature is Harmony--
Nature is what we know--
Yet have no art to say--
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
Literary Devices:
Central Purpose: NATURE and LIFE and how important it is.
Personal Reflection: Nature is personified as "she" in this poem to make you understand how important the well being and the life of nature is. If nature is giving human charactizistic it is understood to be something of value and should be cared for. Also, Ms. Dickinson is pointing out that nature is more than what we see with our eyes, there is actually life living among it all.
Conclusion: I did these three poems to represent each other because , Nature is also Life and it Lives and Dies just like a human does, we just have to be careful how we treat it .
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The Bustle in a House
The Bustle in a House
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon Earth---
The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity.
Literary Devices:
Central Purpose: DEATH and the stages a person goes through to get over a death.
Personal Reflection: Putting myself into this situtation, it's the morning after the death of someone close to me, and it's like somethingis missing from the environment, like a detachment from the world. Trying to pick up the pieces and start over, but yet trying to hiding the love I had for this person because, I'll never love like that again.
The Morning after Death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon Earth---
The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity.
Literary Devices:
Central Purpose: DEATH and the stages a person goes through to get over a death.
Personal Reflection: Putting myself into this situtation, it's the morning after the death of someone close to me, and it's like somethingis missing from the environment, like a detachment from the world. Trying to pick up the pieces and start over, but yet trying to hiding the love I had for this person because, I'll never love like that again.
Surgeons must be very careful
Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit--Life!
Literary Devices:
Central Purpose: The central purpose for this poem is LIFE and how valuable and serious it is.
Personal Reflection: What I am taking from this poem is not actually surgeons, but she seeing us as the surgeons telling us to take life seriously because once you live there is no turning back. So treat yourself as something with value, you only live once.
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit--Life!
Literary Devices:
Central Purpose: The central purpose for this poem is LIFE and how valuable and serious it is.
Personal Reflection: What I am taking from this poem is not actually surgeons, but she seeing us as the surgeons telling us to take life seriously because once you live there is no turning back. So treat yourself as something with value, you only live once.
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