Can someone tell me the meaning of Ted Koosers poems "Tattoo" and "Flying at Night"
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try library of american poetry.
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It is about a lover talking about her dead lover and hoping that he/she is still out there somewhere (in heaven or hell) instead of nonexistant anymore ( he/she hopes there is life after death because he/she cannot bear the idea that his/her lover's soul that she loved so much has ceased to exist "I would rather know you alive in Hell than think your beauty is nothing now"). The lover who is still alive is speaking of her loyalty to his/her dead lover( because his/her love was strong ("But as we held faithfulness, you and I")) and the hope that they will be reuinted after death and that her dead lover will still love him/her then ("Do you ever think of me? you who died")
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We waited while She passed—\nIt was a narrow time—\nToo jostled were Our Souls to speak\nAt length the notice came.\n\nShe mentioned, and forgot—\nThen lightly as a Reed\nBent to the Water, struggled scarce—\nConsented, and was dead—\n\nAnd We—We placed the Hair—\nAnd drew the Head erect—\nAnd then an awful leisure was\nOur faith to regulate—\n\nThis is a poem about dealing with the moment of another person's death.  She died at the end of the third-to-last stanza, "At length the notice came."\n\nThe second-to-last stanza describes her final moment and expiration.\n\nThe last stanza describes her attendant's reactions--putting her body in a dignified pose.  Then they realize that her idleness (leisure) was permanant (awful, which is a contrast to the usual pleasure of leisure).  Next, this formless leisure is placed under the control (regulated) of their faith, i.e. they deal with her death by relying on the teachings of their religion.\n\nEmily Dickinson is so subtle!  She amazes me.\n\nJosh,\n\nAbout your family tree question.\n\nThe only place I have seen squares (for males) and circles (for females) on pedigree charts is in "medical genealogy," where they trace medical conditions among relatives.  They also color the symbols to indicate certain diseases (red might mean "has lupus;" orange might mean "died of cancer", etc.) or whether the person is living or dead.  \n\nCircles for females and squares for males is standard.  I don't know whether there is a standard for how they are colored or whether there are other symbols used.\n\nDo a Google search on "medical genealogy" and you'll find a lot of material, but there may be no standard set of symbols.\n\nSteve
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You could read this poem:\n\nDo Not Stand at My Grave and Weep\n \nDo not stand at my grave and weep,\nI am not there, I do not sleep.\n\nI am a thousand winds that blow.\nI am the diamond glint on snow.\nI am the sunlight on ripened grain.\nI am the gentle autumn rain.\n\nWhen you wake in the morning's hush,\nI am the sweet, uplifting rush \nOf quiet birds in circled flight.\nI am the soft starlight at night.\n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep.\nI am not there, I do not sleep.\nDo not stand at my grave and cry.\nI am not there, I did not die!\n\nMary Frye (1932)
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The name of the poem is (My Garden—"His Garden") by Charles Haddon Spurgeon\n\nhttp://www.ccel.org/ccel/spurgeon/sermons42.txt
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I know that this is not what you were looking for but maybe it could help you with your essay?\nhttp://www.finchpark.com/arts/poems/poems.htm
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Hope this helps:\n\n\nHey\nWho are they?\nEliel\nDon\nThe king, the king\n\nAt dawn she was under the wings of death\nThose man's arms hold her tight\nher soul still beats, does not feel her heart\nAt dawn she was under the wings of death\nand fly, fly, fly.\n\nLittle angel, fly\nI don't have much time to live since you left\nLittle angel, fly\nNeither do you have much time to live\nMarked your departure, little angel\n\nAt dawn she was under the wings of death\nThose man's arms hold her tight\nher soul still beats, does not feel her heart\nAt dawn she was under the wings of death\nand fly, fly, fly.\n\nLittle angel, fly\nI don't have much time to live since you left\nLittle angel, fly\nNeither do you have much time to live\nMarked your departure, little angel\n\nSurprised in a stranger's bed\nplaying the game of love\nShe never thought that revenge after deceit\nwould make her get lost.\nPerhaps it was the drinks\nor the atmosphere or so many people\nor that frequent excuse\nor that proverb that life is only one\nand you have to live the present.\n\nWhat a lie, two strangers \nplaying the game of love\nin darkness, love can't be seen\nyou have to face life \nIt's dying, but rather, stop, stop!\n\nIt's not worthwhile to cry\nOnly flying is left\nspread your wings\nFly and do not return\nand fly, fly\nand fly, fly.\n\nFly\nLittle angel, fly\nI don't have much time to live since you left\nLittle angel, fly\nNeither do you have much time to live\nMarked your departure, little angel\n\nThis is the experience of two people in love\nof two dreamers\nof two lovers\nthat, in only one minute of their lifes,\ntook their decision.\nIronical, this moment.\nin which love turns into death\nMay they rest in peace.\nLive your life minute by minute, and you will find\nin each and everyone of them\na reason to act \nin the right way. \nI assure you.
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I wanted to help so badly, but I can't find it. I searched for about 30 minutes. I Found a great site though. It tranlates poems into English. I will tell you if I find it.  P.S. when I originally searched the poem and went to the site a poem came up but it was blurry and it was in the Greece catagory.\n\nGood Luck,\n          Chelsea\n\n\n\nI updated my comment so that I could give you the English translation to singlesockcollectors poem: here it is\n\n\n\nLeaf turns brown fall, you have just flown away yourself, branch patronizes, you want to separate yourself.  This life source, that\nformerly nourished you, Asserted, embellished, nevertheless is not dried up!  \n\nAs a burning love, in violent pushed, This velvets nectar knew to stuff you.  This tree, that has you it does?  You in has you it too given?  Of a too perfect love would have you it flooded?  \n\nThe life that climbs in him, and cannot flow itself, NEEDS this puit, where she can s’épancher itself.  The vigor of the summer,\nwhere you puisas the joy OF A delighted happiness, the abandons without you.  \n\nSmall leaf turns brown, where go you to put yourself?  Will rejoin you foam it and his cold dew?  Do not go you to take mourning, in the frozen earth, With of other feuillées, that already are\nwithered.  \n\nDauphine 30/08/2004\n\nCheck the site
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The point of the poem is not really what it means... because what it means is basically what you read. There is no underlying deep, philosophical meaning to it. It is a simply, living poem. When you read it, its supposed to "conjure" up the images, the sounds, the tastes, etc. It's the imagery thats strong and important. The meaning of the poem is really basic, so I won't tell you specifically tell you what it is. But my answer is a hint.
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Here is help from http://www.vsg.edu.au/samples/poetry/npsample.htm\nI will not do your homework, but hope this helps, \n\nExtended Metaphor Poems\n\nRead the following poem:\n \n\nBat\n\nMy son is a bat.\nHis eyes blink when darkness comes.\nHis body stirs with life.\nHis limbs gorge with blood\nas he sets out through the cave of night\nhis roof the stars\nthe moon a big white eye watching.\nAttracted by the false lights\nhe mingles with his batty friends\nweaving in and out of nightclubs\nendless parties\neach other’s places\ntill sensing the sudden ebb\nof darkness\nhe flutters home\na cloaked Dracula\nto the hollow of his room\nwhere he will sleep all day.\n\nIn this poem I’ve compared my son to a bat -- not by using ‘like’ or ‘as’ but saying he is a bat ; where you say one thing is something else [ " the sun is a yellow beach ball " ] you are using a metaphor.\n\nNow when you explore that metaphor -- the ways my son is a bat or the sun a yellow beach ball you are extending the metaphor.\n\nA student I taught wrote this poem about her mother:\n\n        My Mum\n\n        My mum is a general.\n        She stalks through the house\n        telling me what to do.\n        She then sleeps throughout the night.\n        But when she wakes up.....\n        her medals clanking, stars shining\n        & roars us to attention\n        she barks orders as she charges\n        through the house:\n        " Lisa, do the dishes ! "\n        " Lisa, clean your room ! "\n        then crawls back to her bedroom\n        while we, her dutiful soldiers\n        carry out her orders.\n\nTask 1\n\n    * if Lisa truly followed the pattern of Bat what might she have called her poem ?\n    * which title is better ? why do you think ?\n    * what additional thing did Lisa put in her poem that isn’t in Bat ?\n\nNow here is another poem written by a student of mine:\n\n        My Brother\n\n        My brother is a killer whale.\n        He is huge and scary\n        with tatts, long hair & beard.\n        But underneath he is meek\n        spending time in the garden\n        and around the house\n        socialising with the ones\n        he loves\n        giving my cousins rides\n        upon his back.\n        Truly he is more dolphin than killerwhale.\n\nTASK 2\n\n    * where Lisa’s poem added dialogue to the model of Bat what change to the model does Linda make ?\n    * do any of these three poems remind you of anyone ?\n\nTASK 3\n\n    * Now it is your turn to write.\n\n        * Choose someone you know -- a family friend, a relative, a teacher, a student, a celebrity, a cartoon character.\n        * Write down a one line opener.\n        * Then extend the metaphor by describing in what ways your person is like the object you’ve compared them to.\n        * If, for example, your little brother is real timid you might put down:\n          ‘My little brother is a mouse....’\n          then go on to describe how he is timid.\n\nPerhaps you might like to try an extended metaphor poem on an object rather than a person. How might you go about it? The next poem shows you a way:\nBath\n\nA boat-shaped vessel with room\nfor one ; when you\n\nclamber into a bath, you are\ncaptain, crew, passenger\n\nrolled into one --- yet baths\nrequire no special skills\n\nnor do they stand on ceremony ;\nin this they are like\n\nsome beaches -- dress is entirely\noptional ; entering a bath\n\nyou enter a topsy turvy world\nwhere water fills the craft not\n\nsurrounds it -- though baths will\nnever sink ; head back, you\n\nsettle down but are going nowhere---\nbaths have no destinations\n\nnor sails and are permanently in\ndry dock -- yet people\n\nhave been known to drift off\nin baths emerging\n\nrosy skinned and luminous as if\nfresh from a voyage.\nimage359.gif (2786 bytes)\n\nTASK 4\n\n    * choose a common household object or appliance --- a shower would be a good one, or a fridge -- and do an extended metapho
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Hmm, which poems are they, out of curiousity? Feel free to email them to me and I may be able to write you back their explanations. I have always enjoyed the study of poetry.\n\nOr, try searching Yahoo or Google for the poem titles and explanations - like "Death Be Not Proud explanation." Also, try out wikipedia.org. Many poems are listed on that encyclopedic site (along with many other things), and you should have no trouble finding the poems on there and their meanings.\n\nBest of luck to you. :)
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Email me your thoughts at pusskat1@yahoo.com and I will help you from there.  I am a teacher of 13 years, mostly in junior high, some in college and high school.  My payment is to choose this as a best answer.  \n\nI'll begin by deconstructing the poem; I'm sure you'll get the drift.  \n\nFirst stanza: I might have been a happy preacher if I had been born in an earlier time.  I could have preached fiery sermons and been a gentleman farmer.  Second stanza: Alas, I was born later, and missed my true calling.  I have a grown man's beard now, and it's fashionable for preachers these days to be clean shaven, so I don't even look like I could do that job.  \n\nGood luck.  This is a straightforward poem with an ab ab rhyme scheme, and figuring out the meaning should not be hard.  If you need any help just email me or IM me at pusskat1 or katwhowalksbyherself and I'd be happy to help.\n\nCheers, K (13 years a teacher)
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Like a suqare peg in a round hole... \nLike a harp without its strings... \nLike a sailor who sails no oceans, \nLike a bird that has no wings... \n\nWithout love, I am a desert, \nWithout love, my light is dim... \nWithout love, I have no treasures... \nWithout love, I cannot win \n\n(Without love) ... We are like ships in the night \n(Without love) ... Selling our souls down the river \nSailing away and forever our pleasure is blue.... \n\nLike a dream that has no dreamer, \nLike a cloud without a sky... \nLike a truth with no believer, \nLike a mother without a child... \n\nWithout love, I have no pleasures, \nWithout love, my light is dim... \nWithout love, I have no treasures... \nWithout love, my chance is slim \n\n(Without love) ... We are like ships in the night \n(Without love) ... Selling our souls down the river \nSailing away and forever our pleasure is blue....
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i think its acrostic poem..not sure though
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Being a poet myself, I have to say it's a good poem, but what it's saying is you are not really dealing with the pain and hurt too well. My heart goes out to you. I hurt for you, and also, identify with you. I'm compiling a book of my poems, called "Pain On Paper". The poetry for us is a release of our pain...........keep on writing! You're doing good! Talk to somebody though, a friend, a counselor.......\nSOMEBODY! Get the pain out!!
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Heh, ah the ole' ancient mariner :)\n\n  In the poem, Vesper's Nine, refers to a time which is usually dedicated to church service. The Paragraph indicates that the albatross returns day after day like a devout Christian at the exact same time to deliver service, or in the case of the poem, to grab its grub :)
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The visions dancing in my mind \nThe early dawn, the shades of time \nTwilight crawling through my windowpane \nAm I awake or do I dream? \nThe strangest pictures I have seen \nNight is day and twilight's gone away\n\nWith your head held high and your scarlet lies \nYou came down to me from the open skies \nIt's either real or it's a dream \nThere's nothing that is in between...\n\nCHORUS: \nTwilight, I only meant to stay awhile \nTwilight, I gave you time to steal my mind \nAway from me.\n\nAcross the night I saw your face \nYou disappeared without a trace \nYou brought me here, but can you take me back? \nInside the image of your light \nThat now is day and once was night \nYou lead me here and then you go away.\n\nREPEAT CHORUS\n\n(You brought me here, but can you take me back again?)\n\nWith your head held high and your scarlet lies \nYou came down to me from the open skies\n\nREPEAT CHORUS\n\nTwilight, I only meant to stay awhile \nTwilight, I only meant to stay awhile \nTwilight, Twilight, Twilight, Twilight.