Let It Be Forgotten
by Sara Teasdale
Let it be forgotten as a flow'r is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Let it be forgotten forever and ever.
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone should ask say it was forgotten,
Long and long ago. As a flow'r, as a fire, as a hushed foot-fall
In a long forgotten snow.
2008년 3월 6일 목요일
2008년 2월 15일 금요일
The Road Not Taken / TPCASTT
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost (1874–1963)
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
T-tile:
This poem's title is called "The Road Not Taken" and without reference to the poem, it gives me feeling of lonelieness. Also, it makes me to think about regreting moments in the life time.
P-paraphrase:
Two roads seperated inside the yellow wood
and I felt dissapointed that I could not travel both
I stood for a while and thought...
I looked as far as I could see
to the point that it bent in to the undergrowth
finally, I made the choice
because it looked better than the others
also because it was grassier and it seemed not so many people had chosen this way
but, eventually they will be the same
They were the same in the morning
and seemed like nobody passed by
I will keep the other road for another day
I didn’t know where I was going
I didn’t think I would ever come back
and someday I will be telling the story with the regreting feeling
that there were two roads seperated in the forest
I took the one people didn’t go on
and it made all the difference.
C-conotation:
I think the road in this poem represents the life. Like we need to make choice when we are walking, there are also time that we need to make choice in our life. Since human only can take one way, there will be dissapointing moments. Also, people need to give up other choice by chosing one way. Also, the poem shows that people usually looks back at their life and regrets.
A-attitude:
I think the writier is speaking in a tone of telling old story and looking back at author's own life.
S-shifts:
At first author was writing poem like as it was present and kind of satisfying with the choice but at last stanza, it became kind of negatively and creates the feeling of wishing to go back.
T-title:
After analyzing the poem, the title seems like, as what I said before, remembering regreting moments in the life time.
T-theme:
I think the theme of this poem is that there will be a point where everyone needs to make a choice in their life time. Also, we need to be careful at our choice.
by Robert Frost (1874–1963)
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
T-tile:
This poem's title is called "The Road Not Taken" and without reference to the poem, it gives me feeling of lonelieness. Also, it makes me to think about regreting moments in the life time.
P-paraphrase:
Two roads seperated inside the yellow wood
and I felt dissapointed that I could not travel both
I stood for a while and thought...
I looked as far as I could see
to the point that it bent in to the undergrowth
finally, I made the choice
because it looked better than the others
also because it was grassier and it seemed not so many people had chosen this way
but, eventually they will be the same
They were the same in the morning
and seemed like nobody passed by
I will keep the other road for another day
I didn’t know where I was going
I didn’t think I would ever come back
and someday I will be telling the story with the regreting feeling
that there were two roads seperated in the forest
I took the one people didn’t go on
and it made all the difference.
C-conotation:
I think the road in this poem represents the life. Like we need to make choice when we are walking, there are also time that we need to make choice in our life. Since human only can take one way, there will be dissapointing moments. Also, people need to give up other choice by chosing one way. Also, the poem shows that people usually looks back at their life and regrets.
A-attitude:
I think the writier is speaking in a tone of telling old story and looking back at author's own life.
S-shifts:
At first author was writing poem like as it was present and kind of satisfying with the choice but at last stanza, it became kind of negatively and creates the feeling of wishing to go back.
T-title:
After analyzing the poem, the title seems like, as what I said before, remembering regreting moments in the life time.
T-theme:
I think the theme of this poem is that there will be a point where everyone needs to make a choice in their life time. Also, we need to be careful at our choice.
2008년 1월 27일 일요일
My First Best Friend by Jack Prelutsky
My First Best Friend
by Jack Prelutsky
My first best friend is Awful Ann—
she socked me in the eye.
My second best is Sneaky Sam—
he tried to swipe my pie.
My third best friend is Max the Rat—
he trampled on my toes.
My fourth best friend is Nasty Nell—
She almost broke my nose.
My fifth best friend is Ted the Toad—
he kicked me in the knee.
My sixth best friend is Grumpy Gail—
she's always mean to me.
My seventh best is Monster Moe—
he often plays too rough.
That's all the friends I've got right now—
I think I've got enough.
I don't know if there is deep meaning inside this poem or not, I just think this poem is about bad memories about poet and poet's friends and why the poet hated his friends.
I chose this poem because reading a poem is really difficult thing for me to do and it seems easy to understand. Also, this poem is kind of related to me. Even though I think someone is really a good friend, sometimes you hate your friend. Also, later you might fight with your friend and change your best friend. I think this is what most of the people around my age does and this poem just seems honest.
by Jack Prelutsky
My first best friend is Awful Ann—
she socked me in the eye.
My second best is Sneaky Sam—
he tried to swipe my pie.
My third best friend is Max the Rat—
he trampled on my toes.
My fourth best friend is Nasty Nell—
She almost broke my nose.
My fifth best friend is Ted the Toad—
he kicked me in the knee.
My sixth best friend is Grumpy Gail—
she's always mean to me.
My seventh best is Monster Moe—
he often plays too rough.
That's all the friends I've got right now—
I think I've got enough.
I don't know if there is deep meaning inside this poem or not, I just think this poem is about bad memories about poet and poet's friends and why the poet hated his friends.
I chose this poem because reading a poem is really difficult thing for me to do and it seems easy to understand. Also, this poem is kind of related to me. Even though I think someone is really a good friend, sometimes you hate your friend. Also, later you might fight with your friend and change your best friend. I think this is what most of the people around my age does and this poem just seems honest.
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