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Poets: Robert Frost, Robert Bly, Jonathan Swift


 * Robert Frost: **

Robert Frost is arguably one of the most renowned US poets in history. Frost wrote for a variety of audience, including children and the common citizen. Frost lived during both world wars and part of the Cold War. During the First World War, Frost was more concerned about his financial problems than the war itself. Even so, Frost composed a few poems drawing from a war theme. Frost successfully lobbied to have an incarcerated Ezra Pound freed and returned to normal life after World War II. Robert Frost's poetry leveled off somewhat after the early 1940s; his last three poetry collections were not as praised as those published in or before 1942.

 "Robert Frost: First World War 'exciting at First but It Lost Some Interest'" The Telegraph. Telegraph Media Co. Ltd., 6 Apr. 2011. Web. 7 May 2013. .
 * Sources Cited**

 Hopwood, Jon C. "Biography for Robert Frost." IMDb. IMDb.com, n.d. Web. 07 May 2013. .

 "Robert Frost." Poets.org. Academy of American Poets, Inc., n.d. Web. 07 May 2013. .

Robert Bly, still alive today, is known for writing nonacademic poetry. He was born in 1926. Bly is known for writing poetry themed in nature, as well as irrational poetry. Bly tends to express his opinions and ideas in metaphors and imagery. Bly wanted to write poetry and express it with simplicity.
 * Robert Bly: **


 * Jonathan Swift: **

Swift, not only known for writing , has also written novels. Among his works is Gulliver's Travels. Swift, born in 1667, was an Irish clerk, political pamphleteer, satirist, and author. Swift was always a sickly child. He went to Trinity College in Dublin and graduated with a B.A. Swift wrote on several ecclesiastical matters (with the Church) after his graduation.

He was the son of Protestant Anglo-Irish parents.

 "Jonathan Swift." - Biography and Works. Search Texts, Read Online. Discuss. The Literature Network, n.d. Web. 15 May 2013. .
 * Sources Cited:**

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
 * Poem Author || Poem || Similarities || Song Lyrics ||
 * Robert Frost || **A Soldier**

That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,

But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.

If we who sight along it round the world,

See nothing worthy to have been its mark,

It is because like men we look too near,

Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,

Our missiles always make too short an arc.

They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect

The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;

They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.

But this we know, the obstacle that checked

And tripped the body, shot the spirit on

Further than target ever showed or shone. Techniques: Rhyme, found at the end of some lines, creates a lopsided rhyme scheme. || __Rhyme__


 * Imagery**

Before, death, the soldier attempted to accomplish something. || **Some Gave All** – Billy Ray Cyrus I knew a man called him Sandy __Kane__ Few folks even knew his __name__ But a hero was he Left a boy, came back a __man__ Still many just don't unders__tand__ About the reasons we are free

I can't forget the look in his __eyes__ Or the tears he __cries__ As he said these words to me

All gave some and some gave __all__ And some stood through for the **red, white and blue** And some had to __fall__ And if you ever think of me Think of all your liberties and __recall__ Some gave all

Now Sandy Kane is no longer __here__ But his words are oh so __clear__ As they **echo through out our land** For all his friends who gave us __all__ Who stood the ground and took the __fall__ To help their fellow man || All out of doors looked darkly in at him
 * ^  || An Old Man's Winter Night

Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,

That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.

What kept his eyes from giving back the __gaze__

Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.

What kept him from remembering what it was

That brought him to that creaking room was __age__.

He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss.

And having scared the cellar under him

In clomping there, he scared it once again

In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night,

Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar

Of trees and crack of branches, common things,

But nothing so like beating on a box.

A light he was to no one but himself

Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,

A quiet light, and then not even that.

He consigned to the moon, such as she was,

So late-arising, to the broken moon

As better than the sun in any case

For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,

His icicles along the wall to keep;

And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt

Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,

And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.

One aged man -- one man -- can't keep a house,

A farm, a countryside, or if he can,

It's thus he does it of a winter night. || Rhyme

The environment is cold

Attempting to protect oneself from the cold || **Winter Wonderland**

Sleigh bells ring Are you listening In the lane Snow is glistening A beautiful sight We're happy tonight Walking in a winter wonderland Gone away is the bluebird Here to stay is a new bird He sings a love song As we go along Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman Then pretend he is Parson Brown He'll say: Are you married? We'll say: no man But you can do the job When you're in town

Later on We'll conspire As we dream by the fire To face unafraid That plans that we've made Walking in a winter wonderland || Where had I heard this wind before
 * ^  || **Bereft**

Change like this to a deeper roar?

What would it take my standing there for,

Holding open a restive door,

Looking down hill to a frothy shore?

Summer was past and the day was past.

Sombre clouds in the west were massed.

Out on the porch's sagging floor,

Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,

Blindly struck at my knee and missed.

Something sinister in the tone

Told me my secret must be known:

Word I was in the house alone

Somehow must have gotten abroad,

Word I was in my life alone,

Word I had no one left but God. || Regards separation and loneliness

Rhyme

Talks about the sea || **Kiss of life** – Friendly Fires

Rub that line out of the sand I can feel it closer Closer than you'll ever be

Rub that line out of the sand I know you think it's over Staring out into the sea

Don't let it go This could be so perfect Don't let it goIf we hold onto it

Rub that line out of the sand Right before the tide comes And washes you away from me

Ooh, kiss of life Ooh, kiss of life

Could you wave goodbye to sun The sea, the stars, the waves, the tide? The wails inside, your light has died But all you need is a kiss of life ||
 * Robert Bly || **Snowfall in the Afternoon**

1

The grass is half-covered with snow.

It was the sort of snowfall that starts in late afternoon

And now the little houses of the grass are growing dark.

2

If I reached my hands down near the earth

I could take handfuls of darkness!

A darkness was always there which we never noticed.

3

As the snow grows heavier the cornstalks fade farther away

And the barn moves nearer to the house.

The barn moves all alone in the growing storm.

4

The barn is full of corn and moves toward us now

Like a hulk blown toward us in a storm at sea;

All the sailors on deck have been blind for many years. || Both refer to snow

There is a sad tone to both pieces

Snow buries dreams and causes death. || **Snow** - Saint Etienne Snow*

Fills the fields we used to know

And the little park where we would go

Sleeps far below in the snow

Gone

It's all over and you're gone

But the memory lives on although

Our dreams lie buried in the snow

Sometimes the wind blows through the trees

I think I hear you calling me

But all I see is snow

Everywhere I go

As the cold Winter sun sinks low

I walk alone through the snow

All I see is snow || Sometimes a man can't say
 * ^  || IT'S HARD FOR SOME MEN TO FINISH SENTENCES

What he. . . A wind comes

And his doors don't rattle. Rain

Comes and his hair is dry. There's a lot to keep inside

And a lot to. . . Sometimes shame

Means we. . . Children are cruel,

He's six and his hands. . . Even Hamlet kept passing

The king praying

And the king said,

"There was something. . . ." || Both refer to sentences.

Both inform the reader/listener about sentences

Both imply that the reader feels the same as the author shows him/herself to feel. || 4 Kinds of Sentences – Kathleen Wiley There are 4 kinds of sentences that help you make a paragraph

The punctuation at the end tells me whether you cried or laughed....

DECLARATIVE....IMPERATIVE....INTERROGATIVE....EXCLAMATORY

Are the 4 kinds

DECLARATIVE's a statement. It tells you what you need to know

A period is at the end... there's no emotion there to show....

Like, MY NAME'S SUSAN....or, HERE COMES HARRY.

or, THAT TEAM'S LOSIN'.....or, I LIKE STRAWBERRY.

And ends with a dot.

IMPERATIVE is a command....it tells you what you need to do A period is how it ends, but bat and baseball sometimes too....

Like, SET THE TABLE......or, FEED THE CAT. or, GIVE ME MONEY!!!..... or, DON'T TOUGH THAT!!! Depends on your voice....!!!

Then there's INTERROGATIVE.... a question mark is how it ends It asks you something you don't know....

Like, WILL WE ALWAYS BE FRIENDS? or, WHERE IS ALICE? or........WHO'S GOT MONEY? or.......WHEN IS DINNER? or......IS THAT FUNNY? or......WHY ARE WE HERE?

Last we have EXCLAMATORY... it tells how a person's feeling Showing anger or excitement, bat and baseball show what we are dealing with... || A man told me once that all the bad people Were needed. Maybe not all, but your fingernails You need; they are really claws, and we know Claws. The sharks—what about them? They make the other fish swim faster. The hard-faced men In black coats who chase you for hours In dreams—that's the only way to get you To the shore. … || **Greed** and **Bad People** share a common theme of evil, greed being evil.
 * ^  || **Bad People**

Some evils we do not really want. One of these is greed.

This song also speaks about unnecessary evils. || **Greed** Destroy Society, Erase your enemy for trying to break you down Shut down, Shut up, Give in, Give up The only thing that exists in their poisoned mind I'm not gonna take it anymore This is my life, I wanna have control I'm gonna make history As I'm going on a crusade with my '44

Greed feel the greed

Greed taste the greed ||
 * ^  ||^   ||^   || **Greed**

How much do you really want? If you had it would it really solve your problems? Do you realise the pain it causes Struggling for something you may never get How much would you sacrifice if I told you I could change your life? You don't have to take on my advice Don't do something that you might regret How much do you really need? Is it justified or is it greed? If you satisfy your vanity If you get to where you think you wanna go How much is it gonna take? Will you see it through or will you break? Cos in the end what will you have to show? || Cannons pound into the night
 * ^  ||^   ||^   || Pure Evil

Angels soar into the sky The battle rages on Deliverance unholy one

The seeds of hate fly tonight Good and evil light the sky Another vision from inside I know it's wrong I can't deny

For seven years I have reigned In this damned and desolate hell Now I've lived the masters vengeance It saved me from myself || Ever eating, never cloying,
 * Jonathon Swift || **On Time**

All-devouring, all-destroying,

Never finding full repast,

Till I eat the world at last. || Each has a rhyme scheme

Time is mentioned as consuming everything

There is not enough time. || **Time in a Bottle** – James Croce If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day Till Eternity passes away Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then, Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do Once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true The box would be empty Except for the memory Of how they were answered by you || All-ruling tyrant of the earth,
 * ^  || **On Gold**

To vilest slaves I owe my birth,

How is the greatest monarch blest,

When in my gaudy livery drest!

No haughty nymph has power to run

From me; or my embraces shun.

Stabb'd to the heart, condemn'd to flame,

My constancy is still the same.

The favourite messenger of Jove,

And Lemnian god, consulting strove

To make me glorious to the sight

Of mortals, and the gods' delight.

Soon would their altar's flame expire

If I refused to lend them fire. || Money is the root of greed

Both have rhyme schemes

People will buy new items with money to make themselves look rich || **Money** – Pink Floyd

Money, get away Get a good job with more pay and your O.K. Money it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream, Think I'll buy me a football team Money get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack. Money it's a hit Don't give me that do goody good bulls* I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet Money it's a crime Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie Money so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away || I with borrow'd silver shine
 * ^  || On The Moon**

What you see is none of mine.

First I show you but a quarter,

Like the bow that guards the Tartar:

Then the half, and then the whole,

Ever dancing round the pole.

What will raise your admiration,

I am not one of God's creation,

But sprung, (and I this truth maintain,)

Like Pallas, from my father's brain.

And after all, I chiefly owe

My beauty to the shades below.

Most wondrous forms you see me wear,

A man, a woman, lion, bear,

A fish, a fowl, a cloud, a field,

All figures Heaven or earth can yield;

Like Daphne sometimes in a tree;

Yet am not one of all you see. || Refers to the pale silvery moon

Rhyme

Meter || Pale Moon – Uncle Earl Pale moon in the bright blue sky. Quiet moon in the trumpeting sunlight

Full moon in the bright blue sky. High noon is hiding your light.

I heard she's waiting. She waits for night.

Crescent moon in the bright blue sky Tiny spoon. Little bite of the big pie.

Half moon in the bright blue sky. Hold on. Hold back your better side. ||