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Dream and unconscious in literature
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Phoebe Immortal Deep in the earth is an underground cavern, feathered blue shadows of faerie fretwork form, gleaned by the blue moon through the gates of Nirvana, layers of silence so softly falling, layer upon layer of memories unborn... velvety, pale, still warm. Phantoms lift the vivid golden dust, and by the nebulous hands of Endymion, a gift from him, clouded, sooty shadows are torn. Furling, unfurling into the gust of a whirlwind, swirling and twirling, spinning faster yet still, whispery voices poised all around me, making me the eye of their storm. Who can say if eidolons sleep, bodiless voices murmuring as they weep, haunted by hoary footsteps in the dust, venerable footsteps, now obsolete. Curing my darkness with
a volatile sweetness, aerial magic settles the dark matter mid air. Disturbing no silence, innermost secrets inviolable, my soul is cleansed once again. Long, brooding waves of unearthly enchantment, clarified, I’m newly reborn. There is a weathered old cabin, lilting and swaying on water, multitudes of stars all around. In their oily reflections of my blinding black darkness, sitting alone in her angelic starkness, the Stone Maiden beckons me on. With a Black Swan beside her perched on an alter, her silent beast of prey, languidly opening the pathway lightly sprinkling before me, swift currents glowing, glistening and sparkling, bowing my head, I pray. A plank door haltingly opens wide, safely welcomed, she beckons me inside. I can faintly hear the hypnotic whirling, a wheel that is yearning...turning and turning, melting sweetly with her softly voice chanting, with the hummm whirrr, hummm whirrr, spinning like the faerie dust that mesmerized my soul. On an intricately carved stool at her spinning wheel she sits, an ageless woman, her ghostly features obscure, she tilts her head sideways, black eyes shimmering, glimmering, silver and pure. A pale rose tunic drapes her alabaster skin, her hair a fluid indigo sea. A deep shifting velvet of cobalt and sapphire, like onyx dripping from her shining brass crown. More precious than any heavenly grace, like an inky black rainbow this spun spider silk exquisitely carpets the floor. Oh! I longingly float through her door. I sit at her feet, my head in her lap, as her elegant hands fluidly flow through her hair, she brings to the wheel, this cosmic yarn of creation, for weaving the tapestries that cover her walls. Supernovas and snowflakes, Mountains and rivers, these initiates tell the stories of why the heavens were made. Eternal patterns imperishable, living knowledge changing, her everlasting world so magically displayed. She does know why she exists, how the living water surrounding her shapes her quintessence sublime. Glorious, most holy, divine. She weaves them in the lantern light, they sway among the candle light, drifting in the fire light, if you dream you can hear them say… ~The Ethereal Earthling~
One of my favorite poems is “Happy Ending?” By Shel Silverstein, and the poem is published in his book “Falling Up.” The reason why this is my favorite poem is because it makes a lot of sense to me. I find it naïve to think that everything must have a happy ending, but in this poem Silverstein states the opposite of that. In this poem he admits that endings are very sad, but then states that a beginning and middle should be happy to compensate for the sad ending. The poem makes sense to me, the reason for it being my favorite, because in it he is surrendering to the fact that endings can be sad, but he hopes to make the beginning and the middle of the situation a pleasant one.
That evening, as we lowered the lights, we thought we heard a quiet, muted humming of an old sailor’s song as the hallway floor creaked under what sounded like light footsteps.
Nearly everyone has had that dreadful encounter with the last person they want to see in places like the supermarket, dry cleaners, or the movie theaters. What follows are a few awkward moments of strained conversation while one looks for signs of bitter regret in the eyes of his or her ex. Carolyn Krizer’s poem “Bitch” depicts such a meeting. The poem brings the reader to reality of what really goes on deep beyond conversation while seeing an ex. Through the use of personification, diction, and tone Kizer delineates the speaker’s struggle with feelings of animosity, repression, and desire for reconciliation.
“I remained during the rest of the night…fearing each sound as if it were…the demoniacal corpse to which I had so miserably given life” (43).
"Several changes of day and night passed, and the orb of night had greatly lessened, when I began to distinguish my sensations from each other. I gradually saw plainly the clear stream that supplied me with drink, and the trees that shaded me with their foliage. I was delighted when I first discovered that a pleasant sound, which often saluted my ears, proceeded from the throats of the little winged animals who had often intercepted the light from my eyes. I began also to observe, with greater accuracy, the forms that surrounded me, and the boundaries of the radient roof of light which canopied me. Sometimes I tried to imitate the pleasant sounds of the birds, but was unable. Sometimes I wished to express my sensations in my own mode, but the uncouth and inarticulate sounds which broke from me frightened me back into silence."
This poem by Christine Hemp, “Icarus”; is a poem that she uses to describe loyalty, and how one another can give or receive it. Hemp’s point she tries to make is that people don’t always get loyalty from those that love them, even though that is the expectations it is not always true, and could be a reason that lovers get turned off. Icarus in this poem has the be the narrator mainly because of Hemp’s word choices. For example, the beginning in this poem Icarus says his father has plans to escape the island by creating wings. By doing so Icarus and Daedalus can fly from the island by using the wings.
The three sources I have selected are all based on females. They are all of change and transformation. Two of my selections, "The Friday Everything Changed" by Anne Hart, and "Women and World War II " By Dr. Sharon, are about women’s rites of passage. The third choice, "The sun is Burning Gases (Loss of a Good Friend)" by Cathleen McFarland is about a girl growing up.
When sorting through the Poems of Dorothy Parker you will seldom find a poem tha¬t you could describe as uplifting or cheerful. She speaks with a voice that doesn’t romanticize reality and some may even call her as pessimistic. Though she doesn’t have a buoyant writing style, I can empathize with her views on the challenges of life and love. We have all had experiences where a first bad impression can change how we view an opportunity to do the same thing again. Parker mostly writes in a satirical or sarcastic tone, which can be very entertaining to read and analyze.
creatures, no one ever stops to think about the darkness that lies within a person’s heart which
Lucille Clifton is a great poet, she made many great poems regarding to woman. Homage to My Hips is one of her famous creation that brought to many attention. Yet, instead of making a great poem about equality, what she made is a complete single sided opinion of oppressing men and putting women on top, and controlling others. As a conclusion, her poem are masked as an innocent woman’s body promotion, but the whole poem could be reread as a self-centered, manipulative sexism and hypocrisy promotion for extremist feminism.
The poem “Always Something More Beautiful” by Stephen Dunn is certainly about running a race, but the speaker is also arguing that pursuing something beautiful can help guide us through life. Through the title, we can see that we should constantly look for more beautiful things in life. The poem begins with the speaker describing his experience before a race. He uses words like “best” and “love.” The tone is extremely enthusiastic. In the first line, he talks about coming to the starting place. This can be a metaphor for beginning our lifelong journey. The speaker also implies that we need to approach it with a positive attitude. In the next few lines, the speaker indicates being tested in excellence
It seems that Plato and Sir Philip Sidney are somewhat different and alike but Sidney is more relative. He makes it acceptable for poetry to experiment in different things instead of being so serious all the time. Comparing the two essays, Sidney is more realistic and practical about poetry and its meaning than Plato. Plato wants to create something that does not exist in the world-The Perfect Ideal State. There is nothing wrong with wanting to improve your living environment or the world that you live in, but everything will not go away by the snap of a finger. Therefore, Plato only sees things in black and white. Sidney, on the other hand, lives in a more realistic world where everything is already established. Sidney defends poetry as if it is under prosecution by Plato.
Judith Wright is a respected Australian poet is also known as a conservationist and protester. Her poetry has captured the most amazing imagery of Australian Culture. For Australian students to understand their own culture and history it is necessary to study the best poetry and Judith Wright’s poetry is definitely some of the best.
Before one may analyse a poem, I feel that one must analyse its foundation, its inspiration, its very reason for being - in order to truly understand and appreciate the poets work. So, it stands to reason, that I must first analyse the quote from Shakespeare's will, before addressing the poem itself, as Carol Ann Duffy has drawn our attention to it.
Contemporary female poets are a very powerful group of female poets that with their poems shows major events and issues in society. Contemporary female poets usually all have an underlying theme of politics, women rights, life events, and sexuality. Contemporary means living or occurring at the same time and some contemporary female poets are, Adrienne Rich, Nikki Giovanni, and Gwendolyn Brooks. Adrienne Rich, Nikki Giovanni, and Gwendolyn Brooks were all writing in the late 1900s. The Women Rights movement and the Civil Rights movement were two events that occurred during the time of the late 1900s. These two movements was heavily incorporated in each Brooks’, Rich’s, and Giovanni’s life and influenced their writings. Each of these women put their personal feelings about political issues in their poems, which makes the theme of their work politics. The theme of these three women work is different aspects of politics, such as women empowerment and women rights, and racial pride. “Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers” by Adrienne Rich, “Nikki-Rosa” by Nikki Giovanni, and “The Mother” by Gwendolyn Brooks are the three poems that each represent the theme of politics regarding women rights and empowerment, and racial pride.