freebee

this is the one im talking off mrs. white....due to ap. bio.haha

my nights

i have been acquainted with the night many times. i love the night, the sme?? how it tastes everything is so much different when the sun goes down...it is ridiculous. it is when i come alive and when i see clearly, but dont act as such.

robert frost is an author we have all been reading since we were all young and we all have forgotten about his great poetry. he describes the night in such a way that it personifies it. the watchman is a part of the person that is the night, the rain, the clock, all of these things gaing so much more significance in the night time because they belong more to the night than the day. the clock for instance, might not be noticed so much in the day, but at night it illuminates the sky and cant help but be noticed.

he describes the utter silence that i so love. he says he stops the sound sound of feet making it utterly quiet and this quiet comforts me. i know this quiet. and we notice things that we might not have during the day, like the interrupted scream that rang through the night.

i love this poem

withering, and wisdom

its an odd thing that someone would honestly refer to themselves as a dying tree. i know why he did it. in the poem "the coming of wisdom with time," the author, William Yeats refers to himself as a tree with many leaves and he was waving them but he had no roots. these leavesn were lies, because in the second line he refers to his youth and all of htis lying and how he swayed his leaves, which could be a metaphor for him lying. he then goes on to say that he will wither into the truth...so as he gets older his roots get deeper, which means he gains more wisdom, but he is getting older, or whithering, so its quite the double edged sword. i really enjoy this metaphor for knowledge gain!

America

when it comes to America there are many different point of views on the subject of liberty and our ablility to express our freedoms.

We just got done reading two different poems from two very different point of views. One was from the point of view of a of a white man whose last name was Whitman...haha and the other poem was written by Langston Hughes, a very famous and intricate african american writer.

The first poem, by Walt Whitman, is written in a way which evokes a free and vibrant spirit when it comes to regards to America, where men are singing in every which way to the freedoms which they all possess. They are all proud and light hearted to be Americans where all of their dreams are layed out in front of them and just within their reach.

The second poem is not so liberating. Langston comes from the point of view of a slave, or a slave type. A person who doesnt get all of the freedoms that were possessed by the white man, the freedoms which make America a great place. He states that he is a "dark brother," a man that they send to the back of the house when there are people over, a man who does all of the work but reaps no benefits. Where is the freedom and light heartedness in this man? There is none, but where there is no light heartedness there is a determination that will go unmatched. Hughes states that he will not be hidden from company, but will sit with all of the company, and the people who snuffed him before will not be able to say a word to him, because he is America too.

hollow men. no such thing

It is quite interesting how he refers to men as hollow....when in fact we are full of things. some of these things are good, and others are bad, but no, we are not hollow.

The darkness within man is immense and our lives are simply games, games of balancing and we are all balancing good and evil. Our lives are filled with temptations to do evil and even temptations to do good, and we all stuggle with doing the right and the wrong things, because we are all human. Human beings are filled with hopes and dreams, terrors and hauntings, we are filled with evil thoughts that are kept in check by good thoughts. This is what makes us human not animal. Sometimes people are more in touch with the bad side, they are more in touch with the impulsive and supposedly repulsive side, but these people are no different from everyone else not at all.

None of us are hollow, some of us are just filled more with evil, and not good.