A List of Words with Meaning


1. John Donne – “A Valediction Forbidding Mourning.” Lines 12-24. 

Why I love it? I love this poetry quote and the entire poem because I think the poem speaks about the kind of love we should strive to have with our other-halves. Not the love of “[dull] sublunary lovers” which is only a physical connection that “[abscence] doth remove[s] / [those] things which elements it.” But love where, “two souls . . . are one” and when one lover dies the relationship does not end. Instead, the relationship is such as “gold to airy thinness beat,” not a “breach” but an “expansion” of love.

Dull sublunary lovers’ love

   (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit

Absence, because it doth remove

   Those things which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,

   That our selves know not what it is,

Inter-assured of the mind,

   Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,

   Though I must go, endure not yet

A breach, but an expansion,

   Like gold to airy thinness beat.

2. John Milton – Paradise Lost: Book 9  – The Fall of Mankind – Eve eating the Forbidden Fruit.

Why I love this quote? Adam and Eve live perfect lives in the Garden of Eden. But Eve is tempted by Satan in the guise of a snake who tells Eve she would be powerful and all knowing like God if she ate the forbidden fruit, even though God said that was the only thing that Adam and Eve cannot do. Many people will say, the Fall of mankind was Eve’s fault because she ate the fruit first and later, gave it to Adam. The thing was Eve was created from Adam’s rib, and he was supposed to love, protect her, and watch out for her. So, even when Eve takes that first bite, Adam has sinned to. And he does it again when he eats the fruit himself. This quote to me is savage and lustful: “Greedily, she ingorg’d without restraint / And knew not eating death.” Imagine this brilliant sexy vivacious woman who has been tricked by the devil, and done herself and her husband in. Immediately, she loses self-restraint and does not realize upon eating the fruit, she was ensuring that she would die, as would every member of the human race one day because we all relate back to Adam and Eve.

So saying, her rash hand in evil hour

Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck’d, she eat:

Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat

Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe,

That all was lost. Back to the Thicket slunk

The guiltie Serpent, and well might, for Eve

Intent now wholly on her taste, naught else

Regarded, such delight till then, as seemd,

In Fruit she never tasted, whether true

Or fansied so, through expectation high

Of knowledg, nor was God-head from her thought.

Greedily she ingorg’d without restraint,

And knew not eating Death: Satiate at length,

And hight’nd as with Wine, jocond and boon,

Thus to her self she pleasingly began.

3. Emily Dickinson – ” A Bird Came Down the Walk.” Lines 14-20.

Why I like this quote?  The poetry in these lines is extremely beautiful. The wording is lush and descriptive. It creates this wonderful image. I didn’t quote the entire poem though maybe I should have. But a bird comes down the walk and eats an angle worm raw. This shows the savagery and realness of nature. The bird looks around weary of predators with his beady bird eyes. He is acting as birds do. But there is beauty in the flight of the bird taking off “unroll[ing] his feathers” and “row[ing]” a “softer Home.” The last verse is magnificent and I still barely can wrap my mind around it. Flying like  “oars divid[ing] the Ocean / [too] silver for a seam.” And then a comparison of birds to butterflies who fly like they are swimming “plashless” or splashless in the sky. Just gorgeous wording you can feel and experience from Dickinson.

And he unrolled his feathers, 

And rowed him softer Home –

 

Than Oars divide the Ocean,

Too silver for a seam,

Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,

Leap, plashless as they swim.

4. Robert Browning – “Porphyries Lover.” Lines 28-43.

Why I like this quote? In this poem I like the horror of what Porphyria’s lover does. He thinks she has another lover and when he decides she doesn’t, he decides the only way to keep her his, is to strangle her with her own hair. Clearly, this guy is crazy but Browning writes so eloquently in his poem that the deed of murdering Porphyria is all the more terrible. In his messed up mine the lover thinks, “Porphyria worship[s]” him. To hold that moment in time because Porphyria is at last his, “[perfectly] pure and good,” the lover wraps Porphyria’s hair ” three times her little throat around / [and] strangle[s] her.” Crazy, but Browning does a fantastic job of conveying an obsessive lover.

       Happy and proud; at last I knew

Porphyria worshipped me; surprise

       Made my heart swell, and still it grew

       While I debated what to do.

That moment she was mine, mine, fair,

       Perfectly pure and good: I found

A thing to do, and all her hair

       In one long yellow string I wound

       Three times her little throat around,

And strangled her. No pain felt she;

       I am quite sure she felt no pain.

As a shut bud that holds a bee,

       I warily oped her lids: again

       Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.

And I untightened next the tress

5. Robert Frost – “Mending Wall.” Lines 27-24.

Why I like this quote? Well, I think this an important poem because it talks about how to be good neighbours. I think Donald Trump should read this poem before he builds a wall to keep out Mexico and Canada. The speaker in this story is picking up the rocks from his stone fence and placing them back on the wall. His neighbour does the same thing on the otherside of the fence. The speaker does not understand why each year, him and his neighbour do this. His neighbour believes ” ‘ [good] fences make good neighbours.'” But the speaker wonders ” ‘ [why] do [fences] make good neighbours?'” He would like to know what “he is walling in or walling out.” The speaker “doesn’t love a wall” and he thinks it is unnecessary. But he would like his neighbour to understand why they shouldn’t be putting up walls for himself, but the neighbour will not change his ways. “He will not go behind his father’s saying.” This poem makes me think we too need to be careful what we wall out or wall in, in our lives. We need to be with other people to share and build friendships. We can’t wall each other out because of tradition or things we’ve done. We need to accept people in, and open our doors to be good neighbours.

He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it

Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offence.

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,

But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather

He said it for himself. I see him there

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.

He moves in darkness as it seems to me,

Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father’s saying,

And he likes having thought of it so well

He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”

Please see The Poetry Foundation for the  complete works of poetry and other poems.

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Thanks to La Duchesse D’erat and Rosema for this weeks list prompt of important words.

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A Passion for Writing and What Else is New


Well lately I have had the writing bug! I have waited for it to return, that feeling in my fingers, in my head; The constant flow of words and ideas, the itch in my fingers to type and bring to screen/paper what I have to say. A lot of this has to do with my recent articles for FLURT; I would say it was just what I needed for inspiration. Writing for magazines is particularly something I have always had this dream to do in the back of my mind. I applied to be an Assistant Editor with this magazine. It is just a volunteer position but I feel I could get some good experience out of the job. A lot of it would be just working from home and writing and editing articles; but I am not sure I am going to get the job even though It would be something great for me. FLURT is a magazine whose modo is the “empowerment of women,” something I can totally get behind but I know many woman are more feminist and brash than me when it comes to writing articles. So maybe the editor is looking for someone such as that, I do not know. I edited one article for her and I did okay, but clearly, I have things to learn when editing magazine articles, it is not the same as editing essays for friends and friends of friends from different universities.

Nonetheless, something that has become very clear to me this last while is where my talents actually lie and where a possible career may lie for me in the future – in writing! When I finish my Certified Interior Decorator’s program next year, I am planning on taking a couple of writing courses at night. Some in proofreading and editing and possibly some in grammar at the University of Alberta Faculty of Extension. In the near future, I am really considering a Master’s in Comparative Literature, comparing perhaps, a couple era’s in writing – in poetry perhaps? Maybe the time of John Milton and John Donne with Modern Poetry such as Emily Dickinson. My favorite poem by the way or tied for first is http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/mourning.php ” A Valediction Forbidding Mourning” By John Donne, how I think we should view death and how I secretly wish when I find the right guy, he will view our relationship. My second favorite poem is ” A Bird Came Down the Walk …” by Emily Dickenson, http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/bird.html ; I just love the imagery that Dickenson has in all her poems and I plan to have the last two lines of her poem engraved on my soon to arrive in the mail iPad Mini. This is all aside though, what I really mean to emphasise, it has come to my attention after spending 3 years doing a program I am okay at, what I truly love is to write and to research. I love to write articles about anything; I would love again to write papers about anything, but particularly english literature or lifestyle type articles; I am passionate about writing, and I cannot say I am quite as passionate about Interior Design but given the chance to write about it, I could be. So that is where the Interior Decorating fits into the writing. The only problem with writing, I hear, is that it is one of the few professions where it is hard to make money doing.

Then, this is the part where I leave it up to God and say ” God you know what I love, and have led me on this path back to what I love (from my university degree in English) now I know you will have some special way for me to use it for good.” Perhaps, He already has; writing for this new magazine, even if it remains only writing articles, and a few years down the road a Master’s or dare I say it, in a new job?! Maybe in publishing or something related. I am not really sure yet because that is where the frustrating part begins with God providing only  ” … a lamp unto our feet;” Presently, I know what I should do and can do, but in the future I do not know.

Also, yes, done (x3) my Christmas shopping! I was done 2 weeks ago really, but the few extra things I had to pick up chocolate of course ( because if you pick that up too early you eat it all) and a little something for some people and now while everyone else has to deal with the pushing and shoving in the mall; I can stay home and write. I will still have to help my mom out a bit and probably brave the mall with a friend or two. Also, I have done a bit of ‘Black Friday’ pre-shopping and found a few items ( I have slowed down considerably in my shopping). I have often found that the sales and choice before Christmas are better than Boxing Week Sales so I have taken to picking out some clothes and things on sale beforehand. But that I am pretty much done too, new year equals new budget and financial plans.

Well, it is almost noon and I have not done much today so I will let you all go. Another side note, I had a surprise visit from my boyfriend last night so I went to meet him at his hotel and had a blast laughing and spending time with him. The only bad thing to happen was the cabby who ripped me off; Usually it costs about $35.00 to cab to my boyfriends Best Western on the South Side, well on the way home it cost me $57.00 and something is wrong there as I have taken the trip several times to my boyfriends choice hotel. My boyfriends car is broken so he has not been able to drive me. So I called in to the cab company and maybe I will get my $20.00 or so back. It would be appreciated! But I will go now and leave you with the questions:

What things in your life are you truly passionate about, have you been able to do the things you are passionate about as a profession? Also, have you ever been totally ripped of by someone at a store or otherwise? What happened? Hope you will share! Also, sorry about the lack of images – I am not impressed with the new way wordpress has of doing this on their free accounts and have yet to figure the whole system out!