Collection of Poems
Harvest (1) We walk through the muddy roadwhere blades of grasses touch our legs,which vulnerable for any wounds it can mark. Our hands where veins are visiblesuggest hard-work in the farmwhere we help our parentsin harvesting lanzones and rambutan. We walk through the muddy roadfast even with bare feetfollowing our parents to the farmwhere we used to harvest our own sweat and blood. Old Woman (2) The substandard electric fan is oldIt is unclean but it still works.It produces air and never stopsin order to prove that it’s not old. An old woman who is eighty-three,seldom change her clothes everyday,but she is clean. She still works in the farmto produce fruits and crops for her family.Her back shapes like a crescentBut she never stops workingTo prove that she is not weak. The Clock (3) My clock alarms,three o’clock in the morning.I wake my sister upto accompany me to the mass. The Chapel’s bell ringsTo warn us with the mass.We change our clothesfrom torn shits and shortsto colorful dresses. We walk to the chapelto attend Easter Sunday’s massbut no one’s thereexcept for the board that says,“Mass will be postponed at eight o’clock.” A Man in My Dream (4) In my dreamI cannot see the man’s face,Who tries to grab me and brings me in a room. In my dreamThe room is dark and familiarwith wind chime hung in the door,which sings a familiar songeverytime wind strikes at it. In my dreamI see a hole in the roomAnd look at it,where I see a manwho grabs a girl to a room. The man in my dream is familiar,but I cannot see his faceexcept for the shirt he wears,which my father also has. Night (5) The stars rest,the moon does not shinebut my eyes can seethe night’s beauty. The pen restsfrom creating poemsbut the owls chirpto create their songs. They Say… (6) Her white hair says.“It’s shinier now.”Her wrinkled face says,“You are still beautiful.” His bald head says,“See, you look more handsome.”His weak fingers say,“You can still write more.” Her sagging skin says,“You need not exercise.”Her far-sighted eyes say,“You can read more novels.” His deaf ears say,“You will hear no more insults.”His week teeth say,“You can still chew more bubble gums.” You are What You Have (7) Your eyes speak for the experiences you hadYour nose suggests your status in lifeYour lips show you’re not taintedYour ears imply you’re a simple girl.Your neck says you’re pureYour shoulder shows you’ve never experienced hard-work.Your small breasts say you’re innocentYour belly suggests your lean body celebrates its sexiness.But your legs are covered with unwanted scars from your childhoodThat makes your thighs create prejudice,Which makes it sinful when somebody looks at it.The scars tell you about your past,Ruined by someone close to you.It suggests creation of angerTo never forget what was left from the past. Ubiquitousness (8) Look how the green grassescompete with each other’s existence.Its blades are sharp almost hurting each other’s thin leaf when the windblows away the hungry praying mantis.But in the earth’s healthy perspective,worries no more to be emptied,for grasses exist even in dry or wet lands. Grasshoppers feed to liken it from the grassesin its ubiquitousness it can be envied.At night, when the sun rest its rays, the grasses talk about their colleagues,talk about insects of shooing them awayFor their leaves are fragile it limp.they worry about their relativesWither every time the sky screams and cries.But they want to grow morespread its vastness across the earth’s limitation,even when dogs trot, they slap its dirty feetto prevent it from pissing.
Becoming a grass will battle on its existence
despite existing everywhere, becomes cognizant. A Man that Loves (Attempt o f a Sonnet) (9)Go to the mountains, bury your desire,seek your fortune under a midsummer sky,get up and greet the rays of the sun,you’ll have bounty of hopes and handful of blessings.Either you save your love’s honor or lie in a coffinwhere nobody mourns for you,or please her family and give thousands of goldor suffer the rose’s thornswhen you pick for her to admire you.Give attention to the stars at nightwhen you’ve decided you’ll ran off without her,or listen to the chirping of the birds under the shade of the tree.You’ll never know life without experiencing it without love,because love exists when you think it doesn’t. My Purse (Haiku) (10)My old coin purse falls;It bursts a thousand gold coins,Embraces the floor
Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (an analysis)
- In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
- Down to a sunless sea.
- So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail :
And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war ! - The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
- It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice ! - A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me,
- That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise. - analysis:
The speaker of the poem recalls that he had once a dream but he couldn’t recapture the entire dream so he wrote a poem about it. So he came up with this poem.
In the first paragraph it describes that Kubla Khan build a stately palace, encompassing sixteen miles of plain ground with a wall. This alludes to the historical Kublai Khan who founded the Mongol dynasty in China in the 13th century. There, it describes the location of the dome. The image like sacred river ran is talking about nature where the dome is located. It talks about nature with a powerful sense of movement. It follows the progress of the river Alph in order to focus on a violent natural force beyond the palace walls.
The succeeding paragraph tells that nature is alive. This holy place (dome) is described as always “haunted by woman wailing for her demon lover”. Kubla Khan is revealed that he participate military expeditions to Iowa and Japan where he met his disaster. The image like “a sunny pleasure dome with caves of ice!” tells that nature in this poem is supernatural. Compared to Wordsworth, Coleridge describes nature as calm, tranquil and realistic while Coleridge describes nature as dangerous, savage and supernatural. These descriptions are evident on this poem.
In the last paragraph, He creates the persona of a poet because he’s writing a poem about the vision. The poet remembers a vision that he once saw an Abyssinian maid who plays a dulcimer, “singing of Mount Abora”. This vision zooms what’s the inside of the dome. He’s talking about his art. The artist should go through “that sunny dome! Those caves of ice!” which means an artist should go through fire and water. “And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware!” means that his art should have an audience but at the same it warns that art is transformative and deceitful. Transformative means that there is a war between art and society. The last lines of the poem imply that there’s an act of reverence and fear to the artist “For he on honeydew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.”
Ubiquitousness
Look how the green grasses
compete with each other’s existence.
Its blades are sharp almost hurting
each other’s thin leaf when the wind
blows away the hungry praying mantis.
But in the earth’s healthy perspective,
worries no more to be emptied,
for grasses exist even in dry or wet lands.
Grasshoppers feed to liken it from the grasses
in its ubiquitousness it can be envied.
At night, when the sun rest its rays,
the grasses talk about their colleagues,
talk about insects of shooing them away
For their leaves are fragile it limp.
they worry about their relatives
Wither every time the sky screams and cries.
But they want to grow more
spread its vastness across the earth’s limitation,
even when dogs trot, they slap its dirty feet
to prevent it from pissing.
Becoming a grass will battle on its existence
despite existing everywhere, becomes cognizant.
The Aged Lover Renounceth Love
Day1:
From the title itself, it says that someone with an old age gives up for love because as I have said, he is old enough and used to loving the person. In the first four lines, it started with negating the idea that he had loved her (the person he “once” loved). He dislikes the idea that he did love her. As we go along the lines, he describes himself who has already gray hairs upon his head. Age had torn him with his crutch. The wrinkles in his eyebrows and furrows in his face suggest that his youth is replaced of age. In fact, he is going to die because the harbinger of death, one that brings pickaxe and a spade would obtain the shrouding sheet. He can hear the knell that bids him to leave his work. His youth must give up because he’s already old.
Day2:
To continue, “stooping age” shall pull the youthful years and with that he is unable to love her anymore because in any time, he’ll be dead. From this poem, it tells us two things—it’s either the speaker becomes upset with the idea that he’s getting old that is why he renounced love, or he uses the idea of being old to escape from the idea that the woman he loves had left him. From the description of his own appearance to the idea of death suggest that he sees the present appearance of his face. Even the mention of “crutch” tells us that he is now invalid. It understates the idea of being unable to do anything but to pity himself for being old. However, the tone of the poem doesn’t directly tell you that he is saddened by the idea that he is now old, but rather tells you that he is calm. The way he describes himself is even proof that he is not lonely. But because of the things he mentioned, such as “harbinger of death”, “pickaxe and a spade”, “shrouding sheet”, these tell us that in light tone, ironically he is able to portray the emotions that he is trying to evoke to the readers.
Struggle of a Man who Loves (attempt of sonnet)
Go to the mountains, bury your desire,
seek your fortune under a midsummer sky,
get up and greet the rays of the sun,
you’ll have bounty of hopes and handful of blessings.
Either you save your love’s honor or lie in a coffin
where nobody mourns for you,
or please her family and give thousands of gold
or suffer the rose’s thorns
when you pick for her to admire you.
Give attention to the stars at night
when you’ve decided you’ll ran off without her,
or listen to the chirping of the birds under the shade of the tree.
You’ll never know life without experiencing it without love,
because love exists when you think it doesn’t.
Base and Superstructure
According to Marxist view of culture, the economic relations—forces of production (the tools, and methods for using tools, and the workers available to use these tools) and relations of production (how people relate to each other, and to their society as a whole, through their productive activity) or modes of production— Read the rest of this entry »
