Epitaph of Nearchos
By Ammianus
Rest lightly O Earth upon this wretched Nearchos
That the dogs may have no trouble in dragging him out.
LUGSONG- a visayan term which means to go down, indeed in life we travel sometimes up, sometimes down.these are entries on life and love. it includes learnings one gets even from children.
Monday, February 20, 2017
Saturday, February 4, 2017
The End of the Weekend
Hello Poetry Enthusiasts:
To enjoy your week-end here’s to intellectual celebration.
Read the poem below answer the following questions briefly. Write your answers
in the comment portion not later than Monday, February 6, 2017 with this
format:
Name
Section Code
Answers:
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Etc
2.
Ect
3.
etc
The End Of The Weekend
by Anthony Evan Hecht
A dying firelight slides along the quirt
Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans
Against my father's books. The lariat
Whirls into darkness. My girl in skin tight jeans
Fingers a page of Captain Marriat
Inviting insolent shadows to her shirt.
We rise together to the second floor.
Outside, across the lake, an endless wind
Whips against the headstones of the dead and wails
In the trees for all who have and have not sinned.
She rubs against me and I feel her nails.
Although we are alone, I lock the door.
The eventual shapes of all our formless prayers:
This dark, this cabin of loose imaginings,
Wind, lip, lake, everything awaits
The slow unloosening of her underthings
And then the noise. Something is dropped. It grates
against the attic beams. I climb the stairs
Armed with a belt.
A long magnesium shaft
Of moonlight from the dormer cuts a path
Among the shattered skeletons of mice.
A great black presence beats its wings in wrath.
Above the boneyard burn its golden eyes.
Some small grey fur is pulsing in its grip.
Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans
Against my father's books. The lariat
Whirls into darkness. My girl in skin tight jeans
Fingers a page of Captain Marriat
Inviting insolent shadows to her shirt.
We rise together to the second floor.
Outside, across the lake, an endless wind
Whips against the headstones of the dead and wails
In the trees for all who have and have not sinned.
She rubs against me and I feel her nails.
Although we are alone, I lock the door.
The eventual shapes of all our formless prayers:
This dark, this cabin of loose imaginings,
Wind, lip, lake, everything awaits
The slow unloosening of her underthings
And then the noise. Something is dropped. It grates
against the attic beams. I climb the stairs
Armed with a belt.
A long magnesium shaft
Of moonlight from the dormer cuts a path
Among the shattered skeletons of mice.
A great black presence beats its wings in wrath.
Above the boneyard burn its golden eyes.
Some small grey fur is pulsing in its grip.
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1.
What is the
meaning of the firelight in the poem? Does it matter that it is loose?
2. What are the senses that were activated in the poems
in you? How are each sense involved?
3.
What does the
presence of the great black presence have to do with the love affair? What is
its effect (if any) to the lover?
I Like you.
As I am having a hard time today finishing an essay, I thought
I should try hand a bit into what we call irony. J
It has to go through a lot of critiquing yet and who knows, one day it’ll find
its way to a book. Dreams always come true.
I like you.
I like you a lot….
You go to church every Sunday and are always pleasing to
everyone you meet.
I like how religiously and honestly you go to church and take
note of the deficiency of people around you. I like you better after the service when you
make fun of these dishonest people.
I like you because you please people but more because you stab
them in their back after.
I like you because you appear clean and kind. And when the
person leaves, you mock them with your mimicry.
I like you because you are polite and tactful. I like you most
because you wait for the person to leave before you discuss his weakness.
I like you, everyday. As I wish everyday more dishonest and
less tactful people could grow, so honest and clean people like you could go.
And I like you more because you remind me that hell is
indeed just around the corner and not in the midst of people as good and as
clean as you.
After this post, i hope id be able to finish the activity i am preparing for my mythology class. And later, my poetry class. Thanks for reading.
Focus in the Poem
Hello!
Here is the grid of your assignment for our class. Please note that as we live poetry day-to-day, though we have a focus we should use our previous knowledge/lesson to expore and explain our assignments better. Enjoy!
Here is the grid of your assignment for our class. Please note that as we live poetry day-to-day, though we have a focus we should use our previous knowledge/lesson to expore and explain our assignments better. Enjoy!
Full Name
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Title
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Focus
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ACERO, Frencis
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Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Theme/symbol/
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ADAYA, Princess Indino
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Palindrome by Lisel Mueller
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Theme, use of common sense/going against law of nature
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ASIÑERO, Shiela Babasol
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The Piano by DH Lawrence
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Inspiration/Theme
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AUGUIS, Eric Jhon Escolano
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A Blasphemy by Rodney Jones
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Theme, use of common sense/law of nature
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AZUELO, Andrei Solara Jean Layno
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Effort at Speech by Between Two People by Muriel Rukeyser
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Theme, use of common sense/law of nature
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BAGARES, Recelmie Ybañez
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The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth
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Theme, use of common sense/law of nature
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BAGUIO, Mayflor Balabag
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Sleepwalkers Ballad by Federico Lorca Garcia
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Theme, use of common sense/going against law of nature
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BONAY-OG, Maejane Panganduyon
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Building the Bridge by Will Allen Droomgoole
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Theme, use of common sense/law of nature
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BULAIR, Dhyzale Cawaing
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Lucifer in Starlight by George Meredith
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Fixed Form of poetry
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CAINGLET, Almira Mae Cortez
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To Helen by Edgar Allan Poe
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Form/stanza
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CAPALAC, Jecille Kate Diacor
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The Message by Jacques Prevert
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Use of connectives
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DAFILMOTO, Kaye Baroja
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We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks
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Stress & Rhythm, sentence form
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DIVINAGRACIA, Chyle Jyne Palmares
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The Destruction of Senacherib by Geroge Gordon, Lord Byron
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Stress & Rhythm
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DOMINGO, Irene Mae Anuario
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The second Coming by William Butler Yeats
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Meter and Rhythm
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FIGUERAS, Lovella Calabria
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.38 by Ted Joans
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Rhyme/Rhthm
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GARIBAY, Iren Bernaldez
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Player Piano by John Updike
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Onomatopeia/ Sound mimicry
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GELAGA, Janine Satorre
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Chanson Innocentes by E.E. Cummings
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Vowels/Sounds
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LABAJO, Maria Lou Alferez
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The Bath Tub by Ezra Pound
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Word choice
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LAGURA, Kia Wyn Butalid
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The Knight, Death and the Devil by Randall Jarrell
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Word choice
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MENDOZA, Glaidel Virtucio
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A Narrow Fellow in the Grass by Emily Dickinson
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Word choice
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MIGULLAS, Nikkie Torres
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Ghost-Flowers by Mary Thatcher Higginson
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Role of Emotions/Tone
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MIRANDA, Zebeth Alimento
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Alas! Tis very sad to hear by Walter Savage
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Role of Emotions/Tone
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NIEPEZ, Perpetou Jr. Macabodbod
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Epitaph of Nearchos by Ammianus
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Role of Emotions/Tone
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PAÑA, Arlie Jean Rogador
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Loose woman by X.J. Kennedy
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Understatement
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PENALBA, Jocel Nova Alesna
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The Face in the Mirror by Robert Graves
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Paradox
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PIAMONTE, Aquessa Ronquillo
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Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare
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Antipoetry
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QUESADA, Daisy Sajelan
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My Galley Charged with Forgetfulness by Sir Thomas Wyatt
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Allegory
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RETALLA, Jazzel Salvo
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Girls working in Banks by Karl Shapiro
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Symbol
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SALANDRON, Chelo Lindayao
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The Dark Night by Saint John of the Cross
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Symbol
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SOBER, Rizelle May Rotersos
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Money by Howard Nemerov
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Symbol
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SOTELO, Rhodel Casiano
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Leda and the Swan by William Butler Yeats
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Personification & Mythology
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TANGCOGO, Jhenyvir Romana
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All But Blind by Walter dela Mare
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Analogy
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TULBA, Sandee Ann Padero
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No Second Troy by William Butler Yeats
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Metaphor & Simile
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TUMAQUIN, Evita Calayca
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Returning by Linda Pastan
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Metaphor & Simile
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VILLANUEVA, Marian Minette Saraos
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The Purse seine by Robinson Jeffers
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Metaphor & Simile
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