ln “Spoiled Child” by Pages Matam, the author is voicing the point of view of immigration or the worries of being from a different country. After researching the poet and looking at his other works, it seems that Pages Matam tends to write a lot about social and political topics through his writings. In this poem, Matam is focusing on the deeper aspects of immigration. In the beginning of the poem, "English is your fourth language" instantly tells the reader the poem is about someone who is culturally diverse. When I read the first line, I knew this poem would be powerful. The language reels you in and makes you feel the emotions and struggles of the people in the poem. The next lines mention being the baby of the family---"the one your mouth spoils favorite by default." These lines express the love and attention that the baby of the family always receives, no matter what type of family. Usually, the older siblings are jealous of their baby sibling, but in this poem the baby might not always be the baby of the family. The next lines state "who may one day be sold off by its siblings in hopes to never return." These lines really get me thinking in what they could truly mean. I interpret these lines as to the siblings become jealous and maybe push the baby sibling away. They hope the baby sibling will never be around because their taking up too much attention or always getting the easy way out. In other terms, I also question if it's about immigration. The line "all of your other tongues have grown jealous" generates the idea that the other 3 languages are from different countries or areas who want to have the advantages of the spoiled child. The last stanza gives insight and a punch. The words are so powerful and give you another perspective. "Your country has over 200 dialects" refers to the country the spoiled child is from. The country is dear and near to the spoiled child because that's a major part of them. The 200 dialects allow us to know the different people and cultures that live in this country. The following lines speak to immigration and the emotional aspects attached to it. Immigrants are just like any other person. "To say love to say family to say I am a song to say I belong to something" opens the reality of immigrants being just like any human. We all love and have families we want the best for. The United States is the land of the free and is a place that allows you to belong to something---the American dream. The last few lines speak from the POV of immigrants---"that does not want to kill me & does not want to siphon the gold from my blood or the stories from my bones" In this generation, immigration has been a concern for our country. Today, immigrants are afraid to be killed or hurt because of all the controversy surrounding them and their countries. All humans have certain aspects that make them who they are. Pages Matam beautifully describes immigrants as being afraid of having their identity taken from them by writing "& does not want to siphon the gold from my blood." Gold represents culture, race, or anything that makes a person their own. Stories and memories a person can carry with them, also allows them a sense of identity to share with others.
In "Rain, New Year's Eve" by Maggie Smith, I feel as if she understands how sad, but happy the New Year can be. When reading this poem in class, the first stanza really caught my attention and I found this stanza absolutely beautiful-- "The rain is a broken piano, playing the same note over and over." When rain falls, it makes the same sound whenever it hits a certain object just like the same sound occurs when pressing the same key on a piano. The rain and mention of the broken piano seem to be a wish for a better new year. The rain may even be a sign of tears shed for the old year and all the memories it possessed. The next line, "My five-year old said that." reveals to us that the poet is mother and is speaking through her own lenses. As the poem continues, I've noticed a theme of imperfect objects and what sounds they make. Maggie Smith presents us with relatable imperfections we experience everyday--"Already she knows loving the world means loving the wobbles you can't shim, the creaks you can't oil silent..." As humans we make mistakes and not everything is always cookie-cutter. With the New Year stigma. we think we must start all over and make the new year perfect. Smith is expressing that the imperfections make the year or yourself what and who it is. “Let me love the cold rain’s plinking. Let me love the world the way I love my young son, and not only when he cups my face in his sticky hands, but when, roughhousing, he accidentally splits my lip” These stanzas express the undying love a mother has. Not only for their children, but for loving the not so happy things. I think Smith is trying to convey the message of having more love in the world. When a New Year has started, we are not completely different, we are still the same imperfect beings that we are. But when the New Year comes along it’s a time to start loving and fixing the hate or problems, we might have with one another. “Let me love the world like a mother. Let me be tender when it lets me down.” Life is full of hate and imperfections, so a mother wants to love and protect the world like she protects her children. As the New Year approaches, we expect it all to change or go away. In order to make things well for ourselves and others, we need to love and accept the imperfections. Smith ends the poem with a shift-- "Let me listen to the rain's one note and hear a beginner's song." This line captures the meaning of a New Year. When the New Year approaches, we like to leave all the negative and imperfections of the past year behind and start off on a high note. Although those imperfections might have put a downer on our past year, loving and realizing that we are bigger than our struggles or the tiny mistakes we overcome make for a great lookout on the New Year.
"The Lost Land" by Eavan Boland is such an emotion filled poem. After reading and annotating this poem in AP Lit, I thought that all parts of the poem were crafted so beautifully and sad; my two favorite things. When first reading, "I have two daughters" reveals that the poet is a mother. Knowing that the poem is about a mother and her children, I can connect to that. Even though I'm not a mother, I understand and have seen how much my sister and I mean to my mom. There is a shift after "Or almost all" that leads into the topic of land and the mother owning something of her own. "I also wanted one piece of ground" highlights that the mother has two daughters but would like only one place for all of them to be together. The line "So I could say mine. My own. And mean it." makes me think that she will always have a place to own and won't have to let go like she has to let her daughters go.
The next line "Now they are grown up and live far away" reveals what the poem's theme revolves around; her children growing up and moving on with their careers and lives. You can see how the mother’s emotion change within the poem. At first, she is talking about her daughters and how special they are to her, then sadness takes over. She states that her daughters are grown up and not around anymore. The stanza "Is this, I say how they must have seen it, backing out on the mailboat at twilight, shadows falling on everything they had to leave? And would love forever?" shows us how her daughters left. The mother questions herself about how they just left everything they loved behind, but to pursue great opportunities. The mother is sad and lonely, but you can tell she's proud of her daughters and wanted them to get out of their hometown to grow. The mother's emotions are just like all the other mothers out there. When you give life to a child, you are the one to protect and nurture that child. Mothers build a bond with their children and spend so much time with them that they feel like they must protect them all the time-- they get used to it. As the poem is ending, I noticed Boland shifts from the focus of her children leaving to her perspective and what she is thinking and feeling. The line "searching for the last sight of a hand" portrays the mother looking back and holding on to the memory of them leaving and remembering the last time she saw them. The power of the line "on the underworld side of that water" reveals true love and care that a mother possesses for her children. Only a mother would be the one to go to the underworld of the waters to get to you. Mothers will go through the most to make sure their children are safe and alright. As I wrap this up, the last line "all the names I know for a lost land: Ireland. Absence, Daughter." has some real deep meaning to the poem. I think the lost land is referring to how she feels in her home without her children. When you're used to always being around each other and then you're all by yourself, you feel lost. As a mother, you are with your children for a majority or their lives and when they're not around everything feels foreign. You feel lost when you're used to certain things or having certain things around. After reading this poem, I thought about my mom, because we do everything together and I could imagine she would feel like this whenever I go off into the world. A mother's love should never be taken for granted. Life is bittersweet.
you didn’t like the way i answered the phone,
and you thought it was gross that i liked mushrooms on my pizza,
and you told me i was weird-looking when i was a kid,
and once i sent you a tattoo and you said you didn’t like it, you didn’t know they were my words that were written on her body
you told me what “too much damage” meant on halloween after all the trick-or-treaters had fallen asleep
and when i kept silent for three days after,
and winced at every kissing scene on television, because they flooded the insides of my eyelids with images that made me feel very small,
you said i was being unfair
because i was the one who decided we were just friends,
and i told you we weren’t, you knew we weren’t
we couldn’t be after what we used to be
i told you i still had feelings that hadn’t gone away yet,
you said they hadn’t gone away for you either
i pictured you holding my hand
but then you said,
“that’s why it’s easier to run from them
and hide in other girls beds.”
you always told me every thought
that popped into your head, and i used to find it endearing,
i kept telling myself that you deserved my ear,
but i really hope you have nothing more to say
because, i promise, i’m done listening
so clear off your bedside table, and cut the
blue string that’s wrapped around your wrist if you’ve yet to do so,
and stop asking me if i miss you,
because this is me saying
The whole vibe of this poem, "butterflies, trains, and blood stains" by Madisen Kuhn, generates a thought of a controlling and somewhat abusive relationship. Madisen Kuhn touches on these themes with the use of powerful phrases directed to someone who hasn't been the best to her. Kuhn starts the poem by listing the specific comments someone has told her. Imagining this someone is a previous significant other, I immediately view this poem as an announcement or a response to how she truly feels. Maybe the relationship wasn't working anymore, or she just got tired of all the put downs. The line "because, i promise, I'm done listening..." states the exhaustion she has been through. When you're trying to get through to someone and make things work but they don't seem to care about anything you say, you get exhausted and realize that you don't deserve to be put down.
With the idea of being with someone who always puts you down, this poem created a thought of a caged bird wanting to be broken free. Feeling trapped by all this negativity but trying to be strong and make things work out builds a cage around the hopeful one in the relationship. The line "because, i promise, I'm done listening..." also
symbolizes strength and realization of a more positive journey ahead. Madisen Kuhn is voicing her experience in hope to be an indication of better things ahead. "And stop asking me if I miss you, because this is me saying I don't" is such a powerful line. It reveals the realization that has kicked in and there is no time to turn back and go through the circle of negativity anymore. Time is no longer available to let one be trapped in a cage when they were meant to fly, no matter who they are with. It's time to take a deep breath of fresh air and realize you should be lifted up, not brought down.
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To read what Clint Smith writes is to open a portal, so interesting and inexperienced. In his poetry we get insight of his thoughts and feelings; what is going on in his reality. The poem "Each Morning Is a Ritual Made Just For Us" made me so very smiley and a little sappy. This poem is so beautiful. When reading it, it reminds you of someone or something you love and care for so well. Since I'm an Ed Sheeran fan, after reading "Each Morning Is a Ritual Made Just For Us", it reminded me of his style and meaning of music. The song "Cold Coffee" by Ed Sheeran correlates perfectly with this poem.
The line "I can't pretend to be asleep anymore because how could I keep lying about how remarkable it is to get to see you each day before the rest of the world does.." fits the whole correlation of the poem and song. The lyric "But I don't have to be so, please go back to sleep" expresses that he would love to be in that situation forever. Being near you is what makes me feel safe. The safety and the feeling of being near someone you love is the most perfect feeling. To wake up and see them first thing in the morning, is the absolute best start to the day. "She's like cold coffee in the morning" relates to the line "when the steam is sliding out from behind the door and you emerge looking like everything that has ever mattered and I can't pretend to be asleep anymore." Cold coffee wakes you up just like someone you can't wait to see first thing in the morning. And of course, the verse " Stay with me forever or you could stay with me for now" matches perfectly with the line "I know I keep talking about forever but it's hard when that's all I see in the mornings when you kiss me and pitter-patter across the floor while i pretend to be asleep." The thought of being with someone you love and have grown a deep connection with, forever is where you always want to be with them.
Reading "Each Morning Is a Ritual Made Just For Us" gave me so many feelings and thoughts. It made me think about all the people I love and someone I wish I could see every morning. The passion and friendship in this poem reminds me so much of Ed Sheeran's style of writing. He pours passion and love into his music, as well as Clint Smith does in his poetry. Though both focus on different topics, they mean something greater together. After reading the poem "Every Morning Is a Ritual Made Just For Us" and listening to "Cold Coffee", it just made complete sense to me that they need to be sewn together.
Welcome, I’m Maranda! I’m from Falling Waters, West Virginia and I love this place so very much. Everyone is so down to Earth and willing to give a helping hand if needed. The scenery is stunning, and I'm proud of being a West Virginian. Besides my love for West Virginia, I also love creating art and drawing. I dream of becoming a graphic artist. Other than art, I can sorta play the ukulele, but I definitely do not spend enough time with it to actually be good at it. I like to try new things, but am also a little shy and awkward when it comes to branching out. This year I’m trying to be more social and involved. I'm also wishing for high test scores and good grades this year!
I have many favorite things and a love for almost anything. I have been told I'm an old soul because I absolutely love the 50s, 60s, and 70s. The music and style from those decades are my favorite. Not to mention, I also love the 80s and 90s! Can't leave those nostalgic decades out. My favorite Disney character is Winnie the Pooh, hence the blog name referring to honey! I think I have an unknown love for bears, because all the characters I tend to take a liking to are bears. Other than bears, I love Disney, Star Wars, and Harry Potter (I'm a Ravenclaw btw). I have a fraternal twin sister and we are definitely best pals. We like to watch Netflix together and go shopping. We are definitely opposites, but tend to click very well.
Anyway, I’m excited to read some poetry and improve my analyzing skills. I hope I can write some good responses to the poems I choose. I plan to get creative with my posts and hopefully my creativity shines through!
This is a short clip of me attempting to play You Are My Sunshine. I have now upgraded to a dark green ukulele, btw.