English Final Poetry Lines

Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,

“I hear america singing” - Walt whitman

Each person has their own individuality, which helps to create the carrols of america

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Song of myself 1 - Walt whitman

he is the image of america, so he must contain the reader, an american.

I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,

song of myself 1 - walt whitman

I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,

The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.

song of myself 11 - walt whitman

how she will never be seen and loved because she can not step out of the house, but the men can experience the world and be loved.

Whoever degrades another degrades me,
And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

Song of myself 24 - walt whitman

we are all together as one america. Hurting another is tantamount to hurting ones self

Through me many long dumb voices,

Song of myself canto 24 - Walt whitman

the people who do not have voices

Through me forbidden voices,
Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil’d and I remove the veil,

Song of myself canto 24 - Walt whitman

Walt whitman will not censur himself

 The scent of these armpits aroma finer than prayer,

Song of myself canto 24 - Wat whitman

Human nature is the greatest miracle

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d,
I stand and look at them long and long.

Song of myself Canto 31-32 - walt whitman

Animals, because of their simplicity and lack of god, live closer to truth and harmony than many humans do

I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.

Song of myself 46-48 - walt whitman

America is the best place he can be and nothing can compare

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, 

You must travel it for yourself

song of myself canto 46-48 - walt whitman

Whitman emphasizez that you must make your own choices

I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?

song of myself canto 46 - 48 - walt whitman

Whitman is everything, so nothing escapes his influence, and he is a teacher

I have said that the soul is not more than the body,

And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,

Song of myself Canto 46-48 - Walt whitman

Saying that the soul and body are one and you can not stop the desires of the body

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,

Song of myself (canto 52) - walt whitman

Walt Whitman is like the hawk and will not be tames

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

Sing of myself (canto 52) - walt whitman

His poetry is loud and wild and not restrained. He wants his voice to be heard across the roofs of the world - everyone, not just the elite

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,

Song of myself (canto 31 -31) Walt whitmen

Nature is the most impressive thing in the universe

Creeds and schools in abeyance,

Canto 1 Song of myself - walt whitman

We should look away from Europeen messages and create our own American story

I loaf and invite my soul,

I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

Canto 1 Song of myself - walt whitman

he is trying to connect his soul to his body? While also showing that nature gives him peace

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,

Missing me one place search another,

I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Canto 52 (walt whitman) Song of myself

Even is you do not immediately understand his work, he will wait for you until you get it

But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,

And filter and fibre your blood.

Canto 52 (walt whitman) song of myself

Nature is good for you. Walt whitman will be in the grass

That perches in the soul—

And sings the tune without the words—

And never stops—at all—

Hope is a thing with feathers 254 (emily dickenson):

Hope is relentless and never stops

But I tug childish at my bars—

Only to fail again!

I never hear the word “escape” (emily dickenson):

She is trapped, not by real bars, but by societies

Then—close the Valves of her attention—

Like Stone—

The soul chooses her own society 303 (emily dickenson)

Now, she has decided to cut off all attention to any husband

Much Sense—the starkest Madness—

'Tis the Majority

In this, as All, prevail—

Assent—and you are sane—

Demur—you’re straightway dangerous—

much madness is divinest sense 435 (emily dickenson)

the society chooses what is sane and insane. And if you disagree you are dangerous and if you agree than you are sane.

For that last Onset—when the King

Be witnessed—in the Room—

I heard a Fly buzz — when I died (465) emily dickenson

Every person is waiting for the king because they think it is an important moment. However, a fly interupts and shows that death is really not as big of a thing as people make it out to be.

For only Gossamer, my Gown—

My Tippet—only Tulle—

Because I could not stop for death (712 emily dickenson)

This is an image of Emily dickenson in a dress about to be married. This is very important for the idea of the poem because it shows that when she marries someone, parts of her will dye.

She dreams a little, and she feels the dark

Encroachment of that old catastrophe,

sunday morning canto I Wallace stevens

Idea: The women feels guilty because she is reminded of sunday morning.

The sky will be much friendlier then than now,

sunday morning Canto III Wallace stevens

If we embrace that reality is paradise, then the sky no longer seems like a barrier to heaven, but just another beautiful thing about the human experience

But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields

Return no more, where, then, is paradise?”

Sunday morning Canto IV Wallace stevens

This is the crucial question, if nature is paradise, than what happens when it leaves? There is not any haunt or prophecy that is the answer it is still nature. Even though these things are fleeting they will always come again like april greens.

Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,

Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams

Sunday morning Canto V wallace stevens

Idea:

Death is what allows the cycle of fulfilment and satiates our constant desire for some imperishable bliss

She causes boys to pile new plums and pears

On disregarded plate. The maidens taste

Sunday morning (canto V wallace stevens)

death is what influences us to do things that seem meaningless. The buety death provides inspires humans to work

+plates do not change so they have less value than a pear

They shall know well the heavenly fellowship

Of men that perish and of summer morn.

And whence they came and whither they shall go

The dew upon their feet shall manifest.

Sunday morning Canto VII (Wallace stevens):

because they understand deaht is beauty, they understand human death makes life better?

“The tomb in Palestine

Is not the porch of spirits lingering.

It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.”

Sunday morning (Canto VIII Wallace stevens)

there is nothing that makes Jesus berial more significant than any other

Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion

Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,

Idea of order at key west (Wallace stevens)

The ocean sounds like a mess

The sea was not a mask. No more was she.

Idea of order at key west (Wallace stevens)

the ocean is just as real as the song

It was her voice that made

The sky acutest at its vanishing.

Idea of order at key west (Wallace stevens)

It is her song that gave the most beauty to the same sunset that they had seen eveynight. Her song is literally rearranging the order in which the speaker will remember the trip

Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles,

Arranging, deepening, enchanting night.

Idea of order at key west (Wallace stevens)

humans also have controlled light to give beauty to our world

The beauty of

the terrible faces

of our nonentities

stirs me to it:

Apology (william carlos williams)

he is being pushed to write about the beauty in the often ignored faces of the forgoton like colored women.

I shall pass her on the street

we shall say trivial things

to each other

but I shall never cease

to search her eyes

for that quiet look—

The revelation (william carlos williams)

it describes the liminal state between reality and dreaming. It shows how our dreams can effect reality.

Bring him down--bring him down!

Low and inconspicuous! I'd not have him ride

tract (william carlos williams)

the driver of the hearse should be brought down because the funeral should just be to honor the dead.

Go with some show

of inconvenience; sit openly--

to the weather as to grief.

tract (william carlos williams)

people should have more tolerance and be able to endure some inconvenience because of the magnitude of the importance of this ceremonial event. However, now, because everyone is trying to commercialize it, people must be comfortable.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

Mending wall (robert frost)

he is representing the more liberal idea and questioning why the wall is necessary. However, at the same time, ironically, he was one who initiated the process

He only says, “Good fences make good neighbors.”

Mending wall (robert frost)

the nieghbor represents the conservative side (he is just repeating what was taught to him)

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away

You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

birches (robert frost)

the dome of heaven is arround earth. Earth must be heaven

Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs

Broken across it, and one eye is weeping

From a twig's having lashed across it open.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile

And then come back to it and begin over.

birches (robert frost)

all of the problems with earth. However, he still wants to come back and begin over

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches

birches (robert frost)

he would be content if he could go toward heaven and then dip back down to real life

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree

Toward heaven still,

After apple picking (robert frost)

throughout story, sky is heaven while anything that touches the ground if tarnished.

I got from looking through a pane of glass

I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough

And held against the world of hoary grass.

After apple picking (robert frost)

The speaker is literally seeing winter coming

Of apple-picking: I am overtired

Of the great harvest I myself desired.

There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,

Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.

After apple picking (robert frost)

this is like birches, he is content with his work

The woodchuck could say whether it's like his

Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,

Or just some human sleep.

After apple picking (robert frost)

this is the end of a phase in his life, and he does not know if we will go another season or not

Then took the other, as just as fair,

The road not taken (robert frost)

the two roads are literally the same

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

the road not taken (robert frost)

jabbing a joke at how people exaggerate decisions that were mostly equal options

I wonder where I'm gonna die,

Being neither white nor black?

Cross (langston hughes)

Langston hughes does not fit into the white or black community

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

Mother to son (langston hughes)

Life was not easy for her, she had to fight for the same thing people were just given

What happens to a dream deferred?

Harlem (langston hughes)

This is the main premise of the poem in representing how people act when they realize they can not act on their dreams.