"No Moment is Ordinary."
Many well known quotes really stand out to me. This quote is one that means a lot to me. Many people dont see that every second and every moment that they are living is important. Nothing that happens in life is truly ordinary. We also never know what God's plan for our life is. We need to live every moment to its fullest and never take anything for granted. That is why this quote stands out to me and means so much. It has taught me for many years to appreciate every single moment and to realize that there is nothing ordinary about my life.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
There Was a Child Went Forth
Many parts of the poem "There Was a Child Went Forth" stood out to me.
The part that stood out most was the very first part:
"THERE was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became,
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cycles of years."
This part came out to me the most because I felt like I saw my childhood when I was reading it. I remember being little and the first thing that really caught my attention in a day, stayed with me the whole day. My mom always told me that if I saw a butterfly in the morning during summer, I would stay outside all day looking for another butterfly. I relate this to how the object in the poem became a part of the child. Everyday when I was a child I had something from my day become a part of me and make me who I now am as a teenager.
The part that stood out most was the very first part:
"THERE was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became,
And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,
Or for many years or stretching cycles of years."
This part came out to me the most because I felt like I saw my childhood when I was reading it. I remember being little and the first thing that really caught my attention in a day, stayed with me the whole day. My mom always told me that if I saw a butterfly in the morning during summer, I would stay outside all day looking for another butterfly. I relate this to how the object in the poem became a part of the child. Everyday when I was a child I had something from my day become a part of me and make me who I now am as a teenager.
The Wind
| The Wind Of all the sounds despatched abroad, There's not a charge to me Like that old measure in the boughs, That phraseless melody The wind does, working like a hand Whose fingers brush the sky, Then quiver down, with tufts of tune Permitted gods and me. When winds go round and round in bands, And thrum upon the door, And birds take places overhead, To bear them orchestra, I crave him grace, of summer boughs, If such an outcast be, He never heard that fleshless chant Rise solemn in the tree, As if some caravan of sound On deserts, in the sky, Had broken rank, Then knit, and passed In seamless company. |
-Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson's poems often have many different meanings to them. I believe that this poem is showing Emily's love for the wind. She sees the wind as being very in charge of itself. The wind encompasses everything that is in nature. No matter what thing you are looking at in nature, it is alomst always surrounded by the wind and sky. The birds, trees, and all noises in nature come from and in the wind. I think that this poem shows this because it shows the importance of wind in all of nature.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Transcendentalism...All the Way.
I definitely prefer transcendentalism writings over anti-transcendentalism. In life, I try to look positively. Transcendentalism really helps me to look positively as life in a glass half full sort of way. I try to find the happy in every situation and I have many friends that are really positive. In all lives, people want to be a little dreamy and find the best in every situation. We all have a little fantasy in us and I think that the transcendentalist writings , especially that of Walden, give us good quotes to live by and see the brighter side of things.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Alternate Ending
As I watch the pendulum rise back into the cieling I wonder what has to be up there. How far down, or up for that matter, am I? I try to reach the cieling as the door closes right before I can reach it. Who is watching me? I know that someone or something must be up there. How else would they know exactly when to close the door? I call out for someone, anyone, but there is no response. Just the reverbarating sounds of my voice echoing off of the barren walls. I try to think of someway to get myself out of this lonely cell, but I can find no way. Suddenly, I am grabbed. I look up and there is a man coming down from the cieling. He has a hold on this rotten cloak that they gave me. As I am staring, trying and hoping to be able to make out the face of the man. He starts to drop me. Slowly...slowly..slowly I inch down out of his grip. But he is holding me over the vast, bottomless pit. In a swift second, I make the choice to take my fate into my own hands. I reach up and pull his hand off of me.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Team Poe
I, most definately, am Team Poe. I think that even though the stories that Poe writes are sometimes creepy and can be disturbing they are well written and draw the reader and myself into the story. Poe writes in a way that makes you keep reading and want to find out what happens. He is so interesting and his stories can be interpreted in so many ways, thats why I enjoy to read his stories and I am Team Poe.
Poem Reflection (sorry ms. williams, internet was down.)
In class we read a poem called "Psalm of Life." We read many poems but this one stood out to me the most because it said that we need to live for today and not think about the past or worry about what will happen. Too often today many people forget to just live their life and they begin to think about what they could have changed from the past or what they can do to make things better in the future. If someone wants to make something better, they shouldnt think about it. Instead, they should try to just make it better. The leading pastor at my church says "Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today is a gift, thats why they call it the present." I think this goes really well with the poem, Psalm of Life.
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