Carefully read the following poem. In a well organized essay, determine the tone of Schedule of Love and explain the speaker's final attitude toward his/her subject using literary devices such as repetition, assonance, irony, sensory imagery, and diction.
surprise! at eyes' first glance in the morn
never dost thou fail to say hello.
surprise! at bell's first toll,
never dost thou forget these hands so cold.
surprise! with every hiatus noon,
never dost thou neglect the hungry moans.
and at every sweet sorrow part, surprise!
never dost thou fail to claim your love.
never dost thou fail nor forget.
nor fall to neglect.
what a surprise, that thou never miss a step,
nor rearrange this orderly kept
Schedule of Love.
inspiration: shakespeare; 5th period hodges ap english literature
♥ erato
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
pH
your positivity attracts me
canceling out my negativity
making things neutral.
neutral like an acid & a base reacting..
creating.. a pH of seven.
seven, an odd number.
odd like a pair of mix matching socks on cold feet.
like two minus one is an odd end.
an end i cant defend.
♥ erato
canceling out my negativity
making things neutral.
neutral like an acid & a base reacting..
creating.. a pH of seven.
seven, an odd number.
odd like a pair of mix matching socks on cold feet.
like two minus one is an odd end.
an end i cant defend.
♥ erato
Monday, March 9, 2009
so sweet.
i bend down to tie my shoe,
then stand to say a word
and see that he is turned and
living up to our founding father's beliefs
that all men are created equal,
he speaks to all but one.
isnt he so sweet.
i do my best and give my all
to try to win this race..
just want to say the perfect words
yet i see that he is turned
living up to the expectations and desires
of all but one.
isnt he so sweet.
a kind heart, who yearns to please all
and is always at best
here, and there and everywhere,
this makes it tough
for one,
for all is enough,
all but one.
isnt he so sweet.
♥ erato
then stand to say a word
and see that he is turned and
living up to our founding father's beliefs
that all men are created equal,
he speaks to all but one.
isnt he so sweet.
i do my best and give my all
to try to win this race..
just want to say the perfect words
yet i see that he is turned
living up to the expectations and desires
of all but one.
isnt he so sweet.
a kind heart, who yearns to please all
and is always at best
here, and there and everywhere,
this makes it tough
for one,
for all is enough,
all but one.
isnt he so sweet.
♥ erato
Sunday, February 15, 2009
sonnet 1 (unfinished..)
a wilting rose will always have an end,
and even if it will drink every day,
the petals will fall and the stem will bend.
to keep it alive, think of what to say,
sweet talk it up until the morning comes;
be rid of all the hurting thorns that might
destroy the vibe brought by his lasting hums
and leave her no choice but just to take flight;
*author's note: an english sonnet is supposed to end with a rhyming couplet solution.
i guess the problem here is i dont know what my solution is yet.
and even if it will drink every day,
the petals will fall and the stem will bend.
to keep it alive, think of what to say,
sweet talk it up until the morning comes;
be rid of all the hurting thorns that might
destroy the vibe brought by his lasting hums
and leave her no choice but just to take flight;
*author's note: an english sonnet is supposed to end with a rhyming couplet solution.
i guess the problem here is i dont know what my solution is yet.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
one of many
one of many branches
fallen from the tree
one of many blades of grass
losing all its green
one of many feathers
taken from a flight
one of many rays
burning all in sight
one of many rocks
piled upon the gravel
one of many footsteps
trailed behind by travel
one of many memories
lost within the time
one of many lovers
weakest at the prime
♥ erato
fallen from the tree
one of many blades of grass
losing all its green
one of many feathers
taken from a flight
one of many rays
burning all in sight
one of many rocks
piled upon the gravel
one of many footsteps
trailed behind by travel
one of many memories
lost within the time
one of many lovers
weakest at the prime
♥ erato
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