Ashley+Melendez

Ashley Melendez Silver stream 2-23-09 Ode __Life__

Laughing Tearing Crying Breathing

The kisses And hugs That are given Special talks Then the dreadful cries That just happen Everyday day and Night For fifteen years its been going on

Ode to the air we water we drink, the food we eat Ode to you and me for living Over everything else Life YOU need to live it, love it, while you have it to enjoy. It goes soon and fast things change.

Better hurry up, look times running. Going by fast days. Months. Years How old are you? Do what I had to do change your life.

Sonnet __Why__

Why are we even here, ever think that before.? No matter how long you think makes no sense. What you have to think is life is a door. But before you get there, there is a fence.

We do learn to face the fact that we are. What to do but to make the best of it. There may be a block its not like tar. At some point in time you will find the fit.

You have to go out and face it head on. You have to think of what is best for you. Once this is with you the fence will be gone. It will be like nothing you ever knew.

Go for it so you can make the grand slam. With this knock the fence down like you’re a ram.


 * __Edgar Allen Poe: __**

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were--I have not seen As others saw--I could not bring My passions from a common spring-- From the same source I have not taken My sorrow--I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone-- And all I lov'd--//I// lov'd alone-- // Then // --in my childhood--in the dawn Of a most stormy life--was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still-- From the torrent, or the fountain-- From the red cliff of the mountain-- From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold-- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by-- From the thunder, and the storm-- And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view--

This shows that Edgar was different and was not to sad about it. Yes he had different views and saw/thought different of things, but that was him and he seemed proud of his differentness. Seems like he had strong feeling to why he felt this and with great detail relates things to it that give you a great visual. You can tell by this poem that it show if you are different there is nothing wrong with it as long as you are happy with yourself. I think that maybe he could have put in there how it felt to be different with no problem.
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 * Sonnet - To Science**

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

I like this poem because its a sonnet and we studied those and did those in class. This poem would be one to express a scientist or science teacher or just a person who truly likes science as there thing. The way that he includes such good visuals it really help you understand what he meant and what he is trying 2 show. I like how he related science to an art. That in a way is kind of true because there are special ways that you have to do things and if not done right then it won't come out right.
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 * A Dream Within A Dream**

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

Aww! I really like this poem because it is like he is parting from someone that has meaning to it, and as he is doing it while he is opening and saying his feelings. He find that what this person was saying to him was true all along. What he felt to be real was only a dream within a dream he was already having. This really did touch me because i know how it is to think that someone was or is something but to find that it is a dream.**
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