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A poison Tree

This is an AABB rhyme scheme which helps poem flow. It is made of four stanzas which are each quatrains. The firs stanza is in the pattern in which each line starts with I was, or I told alternating.

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

This poem is very interesting with the use of personification for the tree. The first stanza takes a look at how human emotions like anger, hate, and wrath grow. I completely related to the line “I told it not, my wrath did grow” it is very hard to control your anger. The second stanza is all about how we try to fool and deceive our anger from growing. The third stanza relates to the biblical story of Adam and Eve. The fruits of the trees labors to hide its anger bore an apple. I can’t decide why Eve a woman would be the trees foe. Women in general are often related to mother earth, or the family tree. The tree and Eve could be the same person and Adam is her foe, the tree/she gives Adam the apple and sees him outstretched beneath the tree. This poem gives another look at a very classic story, using personification from the trees point of view.

What the mirror said

listen,
you a wonder
you a city
of a woman.
you got a geography
of your own.

The narrator seems like a self confident woman, admiring her beauty. To compare herself to a city, I think she was talking about her inner complexity. The geography refers to her power. Though history power has been expressed by how much land you own. Women have more shape and skin on their body then men, the skin can represent power.

listen,
somebody needa map
to understand you.
somebody need directions
to move around you.

She’s saying that she is not an object for men. She is special and deserves someone special. She cannot be taken advantage of.

listen,
woman,
you not a noplace
anonymous
girl;
mister with his hands on you
he got his hands on
on
damn
body!

The woman was sexually assaulted (I assume raped) by a man, but she knows he can only touch her body and not her soul. This is a really powerful message to all the girls out there that no one can ever hurt your soul. This poem is one stanza, the listens, break up the poem helping the story unfold. This poem is often related to Homage to My Hips by Lucille Clifton.


these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top

This poem is similar in the fact it also gives power to women. By talking about how women can derive power
from their beauty, and womanly powers. It is the same style and also one stanza.

the lesson of the falling leaves

the leaves believe
such letting go is love
such love is faith
such faith is grace
such grace is god
i agree with the leaves

This poem is very fluid and easy to read. The poem follows each main idea love, faith, and grace from line to line giving the feeling of a leaving falling though the air. The poem is one stanza made of six lines. The poem to me has dual meaning. One is saying good bye to someone who is dead or dying and you are letting go because you love them and have faith that you will see them again. I think that this poem can also be about letting go of your childhood. The leave lets go of its mother the tree and ventures out on its own. Like seeds of plants floating out having faith that they find a home.

Many red devils...

Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page,
They were so tiny
The pen could mash them.
And many struggled in the ink.
It was strange
To write in this red muck
Of things from my heart.

This poem is one stanza that is an octet. I think the poem is literal I couldn’t decide what the devil were. I thought they could be a thought from deep in his soul. To me this poem had an endearing tone towards the little devils. The darkest thing I found in Crane’s life had an encounter with a prostitute. The devils are mashed to make the red ink he has to kill his own inner thoughts to write a thought which I thought was interesting. I don’t want to beat this poem with a hose so I think I’ll stop trying to smash the little devils.

this is a photograph of me

The first three stanzas describe someone looking at a photo of them self. The photo is described in great detail. The photo is of a lake by a small by a lake the photo is all smudged up. But there is no person. Then the next four stanzas are in partheses decribe where they are. I wondered since the photo was smudged because it was very old and she was looking back from heaven.

It was taken some time ago
At first it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and grey flecks
blended with the paper;

then, as you scan
it, you can see something in the left-hand corner
a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree
(balsam or spruce) emerging
and, to the right, halfway up
what ought to be a gentle
slope, a small frame house.

In the background there is a lake,
and beyond that, some low hills.


When I found out this photo is from the day after they drowned in the lake, I wondered if someone took the photo unknowingly or if it was a police photo. I thought the ()made the last stanzas more intimate like if someone were whispering to me like it was a silly little secret they photo bomed someone’s pretty lake picture. “It is difficult to say where precisely, or to say how large or how small I am: the effect of water on light is a distortion. But if you look long enough eventually you will see me” This made me think of heaven. You can see the angles and loved one but if you’re long enough you can. I thought this could also mean we lose our self’s in life or sadness and can barley find ourselves again.

(The photograph was taken
the day after I drowned.

I am in the lake, in the center
of the picture, just under the surface.

It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or how small I am:
the effect of water
on light is a distortion.

but if you look long enough
eventually
you will see me.)