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Sunday, May 20, 2012
Literary Analysis
My theme, about dreaming or about dreams, connects to all of the pieces I have chosen for this portfolio. All these pieces I choose for this theme relates to the dreams in their own way. But they all have one thing in common, of course its about dreaming, but also dreams comes true by you having to work for it. Or how you can find yourself in one. For example, in the poem, The Dream by Edward Fitzgerald, it talks about how the writer found themselves by simply dreaming. The second poem, called The Dreams by Eugene Field is about a father and son dream. The father dreams about the past, which brings him to tears while the son dreams about the future which brings himself to excitement. The last poem called A Dream by Helen Hunt talks about the struggle him going into heaven. The writer not feeling accepted from God and the angles starts to think he doesn't belong there. You can read a further literary analysis if you scroll below for the three poems I just shared with you. So all in all, all these poems talk about dreams in various ways.
Song piece 2
http://www.lyrics007.com/Hilary%20Duff%20Lyrics/Hey%20Now%20Lyrics.html
Hey Now by Hilary Duff
This song talks about what dreams are made of. It talks about how the little things in life is so surreal that they almost seems like a dream.
Hey Now by Hilary Duff
This song talks about what dreams are made of. It talks about how the little things in life is so surreal that they almost seems like a dream.
Song piece
http://www.susanblackmore.co.uk/Articles/si91ld.html
Dream by Miley Cyrus
This song is about Miley feeling like cloud nine. She sings about her dream boy coming to real life. Also, that nothing is ever out of your reach of your hands, you just need to work for it.
Dream by Miley Cyrus
This song is about Miley feeling like cloud nine. She sings about her dream boy coming to real life. Also, that nothing is ever out of your reach of your hands, you just need to work for it.
Prose piece 2
http://www.susanblackmore.co.uk/Articles/si91ld.html
This prose piece is about lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming is when you are aware of yourself dreaming. This article talks about lucid dreaming any how you do it. Also, it talks about the types of lucid dreaming you have.
This prose piece is about lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming is when you are aware of yourself dreaming. This article talks about lucid dreaming any how you do it. Also, it talks about the types of lucid dreaming you have.
Prose piece 1
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/10/science/10tier.html?_r=1
This prose piece talks about what dreams mean to others. Some said it's just the brains response to random impulses, while others said dreams reveal unconscious emotions.Meaning you don't really feel it when your awake, but when your dreaming you feel all these emotions that just come out.
This prose piece talks about what dreams mean to others. Some said it's just the brains response to random impulses, while others said dreams reveal unconscious emotions.Meaning you don't really feel it when your awake, but when your dreaming you feel all these emotions that just come out.
Poem 3 Analysis
The dream by Edward Fitzgerald (http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/edward_fitzgerald/poems/8159.html)
A dream it was in which I found myself.
And you that hail me now, then hailed me king,
In a brave palace that was all my own,
Within, and all without it, mine; until,
Drunk with excess of majesty and pride,
Methought I towered so big and swelled so wide
That of myself I burst the glittering bubble
Which my ambition had about me blown,
And all again was darkness. Such a dream
As this, in which I may be walking now,
Dispensing solemn justice to you shadows,
Who make believe to listen; but anon
Kings, princes, captains, warriors, plume and steel,
Aye, even with all your airy theatre,
May flit into the air you seem to rend
With acclamations, leaving me to wake
In the dark tower; or dreaming that I wake
From this that waking is; or this and that,
Both waking and both dreaming; such a doubt
Confounds and clouds our moral life about.
But whether wake or dreaming, this I know,
How dreamwise human glories come and go;
Whose momentary tenure not to break,
Walking as one who knows he soon may wake,
So fairly carry the full cup, so well
Disordered insolence and passion quell,
That there be nothing after to upbraid
Dreamer or doer in the part he played;
Whether tomorrow's dawn shall break the spell,
Or the last trumpet of the Eternal Day,
When dreaming, with the night, shall pass away.
Analysis: When I first read this poem, I thought like many other poems, this is very confusing. I realized in this poem that the writer is actually talking about their dream, and in this dream the writer found themselves. For evocative language, something that stood out to me was the line "When dreaming, with the night, shall pass away" I think this line stood out to me the most because I really liked the way it sounded. It sounded nice and soothing, making me want to dream. As for figurative comparison, the line "drunk with excess of majesty and pride" is an example. Its using the word "drunk" to show that there overwhelmed with majesty and pride. The big idea of this poem is that while they were dreaming, they found their true selves.
A dream it was in which I found myself.
And you that hail me now, then hailed me king,
In a brave palace that was all my own,
Within, and all without it, mine; until,
Drunk with excess of majesty and pride,
Methought I towered so big and swelled so wide
That of myself I burst the glittering bubble
Which my ambition had about me blown,
And all again was darkness. Such a dream
As this, in which I may be walking now,
Dispensing solemn justice to you shadows,
Who make believe to listen; but anon
Kings, princes, captains, warriors, plume and steel,
Aye, even with all your airy theatre,
May flit into the air you seem to rend
With acclamations, leaving me to wake
In the dark tower; or dreaming that I wake
From this that waking is; or this and that,
Both waking and both dreaming; such a doubt
Confounds and clouds our moral life about.
But whether wake or dreaming, this I know,
How dreamwise human glories come and go;
Whose momentary tenure not to break,
Walking as one who knows he soon may wake,
So fairly carry the full cup, so well
Disordered insolence and passion quell,
That there be nothing after to upbraid
Dreamer or doer in the part he played;
Whether tomorrow's dawn shall break the spell,
Or the last trumpet of the Eternal Day,
When dreaming, with the night, shall pass away.
Analysis: When I first read this poem, I thought like many other poems, this is very confusing. I realized in this poem that the writer is actually talking about their dream, and in this dream the writer found themselves. For evocative language, something that stood out to me was the line "When dreaming, with the night, shall pass away" I think this line stood out to me the most because I really liked the way it sounded. It sounded nice and soothing, making me want to dream. As for figurative comparison, the line "drunk with excess of majesty and pride" is an example. Its using the word "drunk" to show that there overwhelmed with majesty and pride. The big idea of this poem is that while they were dreaming, they found their true selves.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Poem 2 Analysis
The dreams by Eugene Field (http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/eugene_field/poems/9511.html)
Two dreams came down to earth one night
From the realm of mist and dew;
One was a dream of the old, old days,
And one was a dream of the new.
One was a dream of a shady lane
That led to the pickerel pond
Where the willows and rushes bowed themselves
To the brown old hills beyond.
And the people that peopled the old-time dream
Were pleasant and fair to see,
And the dreamer he walked with them again
As often of old walked he.
Oh, cool was the wind in the shady lane
That tangled his curly hair!
Oh, sweet was the music the robins made
To the springtime everywhere!
Was it the dew the dream had brought
From yonder midnight skies,
Or was it tears from the dear, dead years
That lay in the dreamer's eyes?
The other dream ran fast and free,
As the moon benignly shed
Her golden grace on the smiling face
In the little trundle-bed.
For 't was a dream of times to come--
Of the glorious noon of day--
Of the summer that follows the careless spring
When the child is done with play.
And 't was a dream of the busy world
Where valorous deeds are done;
Of battles fought in the cause of right,
And of victories nobly won.
It breathed no breath of the dear old home
And the quiet joys of youth;
It gave no glimpse of the good old friends
Or the old-time faith and truth.
But 't was a dream of youthful hopes,
And fast and free it ran,
And it told to a little sleeping child
Of a boy become a man!
These were the dreams that came one night
To earth from yonder sky;
These were the dreams two dreamers dreamed--
My little boy and I.
And in our hearts my boy and I
Were glad that it was so;
He loved to dream of days to come,
And I of long ago.
So from our dreams my boy and I
Unwillingly awoke,
But neither of his precious dream
Unto the other spoke.
Yet of the love we bore those dreams
Gave each his tender sign;
For there was triumph in his eyes--
And there were tears in mine
Analysis: When I first read this poem I thought to myself, this too was also very confusing. But after re-reading it a few times, I got the point. In this poem they were talking about two different dreams made by two different people. One from the father and one from the son, the one talking about the past is from the father and one from the present is from the son.For evocative language, something that really stood out to me was the line " And't was a dream of the busy world." I choose this line because it seemed really interesting. It states how when your dreaming, it was a busy world. As for figurative comparison, I didn't really see any similes or metaphors in this poem. The big idea for this poem is that both the father and son are having a dream. The father is dreaming about the past and how it was like while bringing him to tears. And the son dreaming about the future bringing himself to excitement.
Two dreams came down to earth one night
From the realm of mist and dew;
One was a dream of the old, old days,
And one was a dream of the new.
One was a dream of a shady lane
That led to the pickerel pond
Where the willows and rushes bowed themselves
To the brown old hills beyond.
And the people that peopled the old-time dream
Were pleasant and fair to see,
And the dreamer he walked with them again
As often of old walked he.
Oh, cool was the wind in the shady lane
That tangled his curly hair!
Oh, sweet was the music the robins made
To the springtime everywhere!
Was it the dew the dream had brought
From yonder midnight skies,
Or was it tears from the dear, dead years
That lay in the dreamer's eyes?
The other dream ran fast and free,
As the moon benignly shed
Her golden grace on the smiling face
In the little trundle-bed.
For 't was a dream of times to come--
Of the glorious noon of day--
Of the summer that follows the careless spring
When the child is done with play.
And 't was a dream of the busy world
Where valorous deeds are done;
Of battles fought in the cause of right,
And of victories nobly won.
It breathed no breath of the dear old home
And the quiet joys of youth;
It gave no glimpse of the good old friends
Or the old-time faith and truth.
But 't was a dream of youthful hopes,
And fast and free it ran,
And it told to a little sleeping child
Of a boy become a man!
These were the dreams that came one night
To earth from yonder sky;
These were the dreams two dreamers dreamed--
My little boy and I.
And in our hearts my boy and I
Were glad that it was so;
He loved to dream of days to come,
And I of long ago.
So from our dreams my boy and I
Unwillingly awoke,
But neither of his precious dream
Unto the other spoke.
Yet of the love we bore those dreams
Gave each his tender sign;
For there was triumph in his eyes--
And there were tears in mine
Analysis: When I first read this poem I thought to myself, this too was also very confusing. But after re-reading it a few times, I got the point. In this poem they were talking about two different dreams made by two different people. One from the father and one from the son, the one talking about the past is from the father and one from the present is from the son.For evocative language, something that really stood out to me was the line " And't was a dream of the busy world." I choose this line because it seemed really interesting. It states how when your dreaming, it was a busy world. As for figurative comparison, I didn't really see any similes or metaphors in this poem. The big idea for this poem is that both the father and son are having a dream. The father is dreaming about the past and how it was like while bringing him to tears. And the son dreaming about the future bringing himself to excitement.
Poem 1 Analysis
A Dream by Helen Hunt Jackson (click link here) http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/helen_hunt_jackson/poems/4311.html
I dreamed that I was dead and crossed the heavens,--
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."
I was so dead I wondered at no thing,--
Not even that the angels slowly turned
Their faces, speechless, as I hurried by
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned);
Nor, at the first, that I could not find God,
Because the heavens stretched endlessly like space.
At last a terror siezed my very soul;
I seemed alone in all the crowded place.
Then, sudden, one compassionate cried out,
Though like the rest his face from me he turned,
As I were one no angel might regard
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned):
"No moew in heaven than earth will he find God
Who does not know his loving mercy swift
But waits the moment consummate and ripe,
Each burden, from each human soul to lift."
Though I was dead, I died again for shame;
Lonely, to flee from heaven again I turned;
The ranks of angels looked away from me
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned).
Analysis: When I first read this poem I was very confused to what the writer was talking about. I didn't for sure know what the writer was talking about. But I defiantly got a negative vibe after reading this poem. As for evocative language, there was quite a lot of them in this poem, but there was one particular one that caught my eye. The line "I was so dead I wondered at no thing,--". I liked how they made this particular sentence because it's very creative. I like how they used the word dead because the person couldn't think/wonder. For figurative comparison, I didn't really see any that I liked in this poem or any at all. As for structure, I like how they built this poem up. When they were writing this poem, they liked to make it dramatic so by making it dramatic, they would make a pause at the end of the line and continue to a new line. For the Big Idea portion, I think that this poem is basically about a man trying to go to heaven after he died but is not able to because he does not belong in heaven, he belongs in hell. I say this because towards the ending of the poem, it states " The ranks of angels looked away from me" in this line it is stating that the angles are ignoring him. Also in the poem is says "Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned" in parentheses under three stanzas.
I dreamed that I was dead and crossed the heavens,--
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."
I was so dead I wondered at no thing,--
Not even that the angels slowly turned
Their faces, speechless, as I hurried by
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned);
Nor, at the first, that I could not find God,
Because the heavens stretched endlessly like space.
At last a terror siezed my very soul;
I seemed alone in all the crowded place.
Then, sudden, one compassionate cried out,
Though like the rest his face from me he turned,
As I were one no angel might regard
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned):
"No moew in heaven than earth will he find God
Who does not know his loving mercy swift
But waits the moment consummate and ripe,
Each burden, from each human soul to lift."
Though I was dead, I died again for shame;
Lonely, to flee from heaven again I turned;
The ranks of angels looked away from me
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned).
Analysis: When I first read this poem I was very confused to what the writer was talking about. I didn't for sure know what the writer was talking about. But I defiantly got a negative vibe after reading this poem. As for evocative language, there was quite a lot of them in this poem, but there was one particular one that caught my eye. The line "I was so dead I wondered at no thing,--". I liked how they made this particular sentence because it's very creative. I like how they used the word dead because the person couldn't think/wonder. For figurative comparison, I didn't really see any that I liked in this poem or any at all. As for structure, I like how they built this poem up. When they were writing this poem, they liked to make it dramatic so by making it dramatic, they would make a pause at the end of the line and continue to a new line. For the Big Idea portion, I think that this poem is basically about a man trying to go to heaven after he died but is not able to because he does not belong in heaven, he belongs in hell. I say this because towards the ending of the poem, it states " The ranks of angels looked away from me" in this line it is stating that the angles are ignoring him. Also in the poem is says "Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned" in parentheses under three stanzas.
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