meter in "a poisen tree" poem by williwm blake?
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it differs but wat type of poem is it? ballad, elegy, etc.?
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The Princess By Alfred Lord Tennyson\n\nman for the field and women for the hearth:\nMan for the sword and for the needle she:\nMan with the head and woman with the heart:\nMan to command and woman to obey;\nAll else confusion.
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100cm = meter\n\n\n2.54cm = inch
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http://www.online-literature.com/wordsworth/514/
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There are two forns of sonnets: the petrarchan or italian sonnet ad the English sonnet or shakespearean sonnet.\n\nThe petrarchan sonnet:\nit consists of an octave,or eight line stanza,and a sestet,or six line stanza.The octave has two quatrains,rhyming abba,abba,but avoiding a couplet;the first quatrain presents the theme,the second develops it.The sestetis built on teo or three different rhymes,arranges cde cde,or cd cd cd,or cdedce;The first three lines exemplify or reflect on the theme,andthe last three lines bring the whole poem to a unified close.\nExample Astrophel and Stella(1591)by Sir Philip Sidney\n\nThe English sonnet:\nIt is exemplified by the works of Shakespeare and Edmund Spenser,developed as an adaptationto a language less less rich in rhymes than italian,This form differs from the petrarchansonnet in being divided into three quatrains,each rhymed differently with a final,independantly rhymed couplet that makes an effect,unifying climax to the whole.The rhyme scheme is ab ab,cd cd,ef ef,gg
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Pablo neruda wrote a lot of love sonnets. One of them has been quoted in Patch Addams. That would be Sonnet XVII and it goes:\n\nI don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz\nor arrow of carnations that propagate fire:\nI love you as certain dark things are loved,\nsecretly, between the shadow and the soul.\nI love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries\nhidden within itself the light of those flowers,\nand thanks to your love, darkly in my body\nlives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.\nI love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,\nI love you simply, without problems or pride:\nI love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving\nbut this, in which there is no I or you,\nso intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,\nso intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
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http://www.christmas-time.com/ct-bleakmid.htm\nthe poem
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http://www.artsmia.org/modernism/sort/sort_frame_time.cfm?oid=75&r=180
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Despite about 25 minutes of searching I haven't been able to find this poem.  Could you call or e-mail someone you know who has to do the same assignment and possibly get the poem that way?  \n\nThese sites may be of some help to you.  My only other advice would be to get to a bookstore in your area if there is one and you might find it there.  Best of luck with it.
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Found it! Hope this helps!\nhttp://www.pickens.k12.sc.us/hesteachers/laboonac/Web%20Pages/poems%20for%20parents.htm
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This is an old poem about the burning qualities of wood\n\nWOOD HEAT\nBeech wood fires are bright and clear\n  If the logs are kept a year.\nChestnut's only good, they say \n  If for long it's laid away.\nBut ash wood new or ash wood old\n  Is fit for a queen with a crown of gold. \n\nBirch and fir logs burn too fast, \n  Blaze up bright and do not last.\nIs by the Irish said\n  Hawthorn bakes the sweetest bread.\nElm wood burns like churchyard mould -\n  E'en the very flames are cold;\nBut ash wood green and ash wood brown\n  Is fit for a queen with a golden crown.\n\nPoplar gives a bitter smoke,\n  Fills your eyes and makes you choke.\nApple wood will scent your room\n  With an incense like perfume.\nOaken logs if dry and old\n  Keep away the winter cold.  \nBut ash wood wet and ash wood dry \n  A king shall warm his slippers by.\n\nOak logs will warm you well, \n  If they're warm and dry. \nLarch logs of pine wood smell \n  But sparks will fly.\nBeech logs for Christmas time; \n  Yew logs heat well.\nScotch logs it's a crime \n  For anyone to sell.\nBirch logs will burn too fast, \n  Chestnut scarce at all.\nHawthorn logs are good to last, \n  If cut in the fall.\nHolly logs will burn like wax, \n  You should burn them green.\nElm logs like smouldering flax; \n  No flames to be seen.\nPear logs and apple logs, \n  They will scent your room.\nCherry logs across the dogs \n  Smell like flowers in bloom.\nBut ash logs all smooth and gray,\n  Burn them green or old,\nBuy up all that come you way,\n  They're worth their weight in gold.  \nFrom Tree farm by John Estabrook
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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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of course.  Here are some of the classics.  I'm sticking to love poems because they are my favorites.\n\n---------------------------------------------------\n\nWilliam Shakespeare\n\n\nSHALL I compare thee to a summer’s day?   \nThou art more lovely and more temperate:   \nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,   \nAnd summer’s lease hath all too short a date:   \nSometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,          5 \nAnd often is his gold complexion dimm’d;   \nAnd every fair from fair sometime declines,   \nBy chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;   \nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade,   \nNor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,   10 \nNor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,   \nWhen in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;   \n  So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,   \n  So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. \n\n---------------------------------------------------------\n\nElizabeth Barrett Browning \n  \n  \nHOW do I love thee? Let me count the ways.  \nI love thee to the depth and breadth and height  \nMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight  \nFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.  \nI love thee to the level of everyday’s         5 \nMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.  \nI love thee freely, as men strive for Right;  \nI love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.  \nI love thee with the passion put to use  \nIn my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.         10 \nI love thee with a love I seemed to lose  \nWith my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,  \nSmiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,  \nI shall but love thee better after death. \n \n-----------------------------------------------------------\n\nDoes that help?  I can give more.
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OK, I'll give it my best shot...\n\n* Who is the speaker or speakers in the poem, and what is the situation?\n\nThe speaker appears to be a military trainee, learning about the names of parts in (bolt, breech, saftey, etc. ) and functions of his rifle.\n\n* What basic contrasts are represented by the trainees and by the gardens?\n\nThere are several:\n"..eloquent gestures, Which in our case we have not got."\nNot much eloquent about cleaning a rifle...\n\n"If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms\nAre fragile and motionless"\nStrength vs fragility\n\n"Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards\nThe early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:\n          They call it easing the Spring"\nTwo different definitions of spring, one in the rifle, one a season.\n\nand more...\n\n* What statement does the poem make about war as it affects men and their lives?\n\nWar is about hard, cold things like rifles and all that goes with war, whereas the gardens represent beauty, silence, peace.\nThe gardens bring out the best in man, wars the worse.\n\nHope this helps!
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For me that is such a difficult question to answer.  I have so many favorites.  \n\nThe whole poem Desiderata is beautiful and profound.  Every line is special so I will quote only the last ones:\n\n"Therefore be at peace with God, \nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. "\n\nThen from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee we have:\n\n"Up, up the long delirious, burning blue \nI've topped the windswept heights with easy grace \nWhere never lark, or even eagle flew. \nAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod \nThe high untresspassed sanctity of space, \nPut out my hand, and touched the face of God."\n\nFinally, I would refer you to a poem called Little Bateese by william Henry Drummond.  It is deceptively simple, but again profound.  It speaks of the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, one of the things that really matter in life for sure.  There is nothing as special as the love of a grandparent and grandchild for each other.  The last lines of the poem are:\n\n"But leetle Bateese! please don't forget\nWe rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, \nSo chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare\nAn' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere\nFor w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere--\nLeetle Bateese!"\n\nTranslation:  \nBut little Bateese!  Please don't forget\nWe'd rather you stayed a small boy yet\nSo chase the chickens and make them scared\nAnd do what you like with your old grandpere\nFor when you're a big fellow he won't be there -\nLittle Bateese!\n\nI get carried away with poetry!
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It's a sonnet by William Wordsworth...The title is generally accepted as being\n\nSonnet: The world is too much with us
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You'd do best to start simple. Eight lines, for instance, with either eight or ten syllables in each line. Make the last word in line 2 rhyme with the last word in line 4, and the last word in line 6 rhyme with th elast word in line 8. You don't have to make all the lines rhyme. You might want to try meter; if so, iambic is the easiest.\n\nLike singing, juggling, riding a bicycle no hands or baking a cake, it takes practice.\n\nFigure out what you like best about him - or just something you like about him - and set it to rhyme.\n\n"I love to take your hand in mine, as we\nWalk a-long life's trail; you are so strong and\nWarm, I feel pro-tec-ted in your grasp, I\nE'en like the feel of call-ous on your hand."\n\nI put "-" in to show syllables. "E'en" is a poetic contraction to make the last line come out 10 syllables. It means "Even". I didn't use much meter. The first eight syllables in the first line are iambic (soft-hard). Then it goes to pot. "as we" is two soft syllables in a row.\n\nThis one was what we in the writing trade call quick and dirty. Yours will vary. If he doesn't hold your hand when you walk together, or he doesn't have callouses, pick something else you like about him. It would probably be better to write a number of short ones about shared times or different things you like about him than to try to put all of your love in one long poem.\n\nThere are poems that don't rhyme or have meter. They are easier to write, but they aren't as good. They are like serving hamburger helper instead of rib steak.\n\nMeter means you have a pattern of soft and hard syllables. Most people prounounce "Even" with a strong "E" and a soft "ven", for instance. Iambic means you alternate soft and hard syllables, starting with a soft one. Some people say it is the natural form of English. Iambic pentameter is five of each in each line. Shakespeare used it a lot.