Wednesday, September 28, 2011

To a Stranger by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)



PASSING Stranger!  you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take
of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake
at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

WHY DID I CHOSE THIS POEM!!!!!!
This poem is a genuine love poem.  This is a classic love at first sight poem.  You pass someone on the street and you automatically fall in love with them.  You don’t have to know who they are, or even what their name is.  You are just drawn to them.  You dream about them.  You dream about what it would be like to be in their arms.  However, you know that you may never talk to them, but you know that you will pass them again and fall in love all over again.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Whoever you are holding me now in hand!!!!

WHOEVER you are, holding me now in hand, 
Without one thing, all will be useless, 
I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further, 
I am not what you supposed, but far different. 
  
Who is he that would become my follower?         5
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections? 
  
The way is suspicious—the result uncertain, perhaps destructive; 
You would have to give up all else—I alone would expect to be your God, sole and exclusive, 
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting, 
The whole past theory of your life, and all conformity to the lives around you, would have to be abandon’d;  10
Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further—Let go your hand from my shoulders, 
Put me down, and depart on your way. 
  
Or else, by stealth, in some wood, for trial, 
Or back of a rock, in the open air, 
(For in any roof’d room of a house I emerge not—nor in company,  15
And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,) 
But just possibly with you on a high hill—first watching lest any person, for miles around, approach unawares, 
Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea, or some quiet island, 
Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you, 
With the comrade’s long-dwelling kiss, or the new husband’s kiss,  20
For I am the new husband, and I am the comrade. 
  
Or, if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing, 
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest upon your hip, 
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea; 
For thus, merely touching you, is enough—is best,  25
And thus, touching you, would I silently sleep and be carried eternally. 
  
But these leaves conning, you con at peril, 
For these leaves, and me, you will not understand, 
They will elude you at first, and still more afterward—I will certainly elude you, 
Even while you should think you had unquestionably caught me, behold!  30
Already you see I have escaped from you. 
  
For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book, 
Nor is it by reading it you will acquire it, 
Nor do those know me best who admire me, and vauntingly praise me, 
Nor will the candidates for my love, (unless at most a very few,) prove victorious,  35
Nor will my poems do good only—they will do just as much evil, perhaps more; 
For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times and not hit—that which I hinted at; 
Therefore release me, and depart on your way.

Walt Whiteman

Who is Walt Whitman?
American poet, journalist and essayist.

What is his literature?
Poems.

Is he a realist or romanticism?
He is a romanticism, because he uses of vivid imagery and personification.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Movies!!

Some movies are serious, designed to make the audience think. Other movies are designed primarily to amuse and entertain. Which type of movie do you prefer? Use specific reasons and examples to support your answer.

I prefer the entertaining movies because some are mysterious and romantic and some are funny. I have more fun watching amusing movies. Sometimes when your lonely or with friends you want something you enjoy and i honestly don't enjoy serious movies they get on my nerves. The reason they get on my nerves is because they are usually not funny and they are boring. I like the movies where i could put myself in it, like imagining its me. Movies that put me on the edge of my seat, that give me goosebumps, and literally jump clear across the room. I like movie where i laugh so hard i cry, and movies that just make me happy or sad or have any emotion afterwards. I also like how after the movie you cant wait till the second one comes out and you are predicting whats going to happen.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Sophomore year!

Well, so far my sophomore year is crap, I am having a hard time juggling everything. But, other than that it has been good. The best time of school is band we have great experiences and we just have a good time with our other band members. This year i am learning Spanish and so far i think she goes way to fast and i can barely pronounce English. Also, i hate how all the teacher give us loads of homework on the same time and they are all dued on the same day. I think this year is going to be difficult for me because it is already stressing me out i am surprise i made it this far.