e.e. cummings

Here i wrote the poem which Prof Hami mentioned to be analyzed. E.E. Cummings' poem [l(a] is only, in its entirety, four words long.  there are so many interpretations and analysis about the poem, but in my idea, maybe all them be wrong or right. it would be interesting to see what your view of point is about the poem:

1(a

le
af
fa
ll

s)
one
l

iness

 

here i am writing some diffrent ideas from diffrent people:

	Kathryn Moore

the poem looks like a leaf is actually falling from a tall tree- hence the tall poemT the 'iness' at the end makes me feel that 'aloneness' that we call solitud.

	Daniel Pitchers
	I believe the correct interpretation is 'a leaf falls within loneliness'

	Bobby Lankin
	It seems that people think this poem is supposed to have a name. It is not. Also, if it were supposed to have a name, its name would be 'A leaf falls IN loneliness' not ON loneliness. If you understood the true meaning of this poem, you would understand that.

 

در ذاتِ جمله های من، اندوه ریختند

 سلام به همه ي دوستان،
 امروز چشمم به يك شعر زيبا خورد كه تصميم گرفتم در وب بزارم تا شما هم لذت ببرين. لطفا اگه شما هم شعري در نظرتون هست تو وب ارسال كنين. شعر زير از شاعر رضا زاده هست. اگه  شما هم بعد خوندن شعر نظر و تحليلي  دارين  تو "كامنت" بفرستيد. درونمايه اين شعر درد هست،اما برام هميشه سوال بوده كه شاعر از چه دردي حرف مي زنه؟"باران شو و ببار كويرم كه تشنه تن    هر بوته بوته گونم درد مي كند"  بنظر شما بارون اشاره به چه چيزي داره  كه بوته هاي گون منتظرشن؟ و تو بيت آخر شاعر چرا بيان مي كنه  "حرف از تو مي زنم دهنم درد مي كند"؟ آيا شاعر منتظر چيزي هست كه خودش و اجتماع بهت زده رو از حس درد رهايي ببخشه؟



درود
آريا


دستم، دلم، سرم نه،... تنم درد می کند!
دستم که می زنی، بدنم درد می کند!

جوراب و کفش من، کت و شلوار آبی ام
تا دکمه های پیرهنم... درد می کند!

در ذاتِ جمله های من، اندوه ریختند!
مصرع به مصرعِ سخنم درد می کند!

با اجتماعِ بهت زده، جمعِ بی جنون...
هر لحظه هر کجا که "مَنم" درد می کند!

احساس می کنم که خطوط پیاده رو...
-در لحظه ي قدم زدنم درد می کند!-

جمعند ابرهای جهان در نگاهِ "او"
اشك است اشك... چشمِ "او"، درد می کند!؟

حتی همین غزل که شبیه خود من است
-تا بیت بیت می شکنم- درد می کند

باران شو وُ ببار! کویرم که تشنه تن
هر بوته بوتۀ گَوَنَم درد می کند

"مورفینِ" بوسه های تو، خوابم نمی کند
مژّه به مژّه دوختنم دَرد می کند


ای "عاشق توام " وَ تو ای " دوست دارمت"

حرف از تو می زنم... دَهَنم درد می کند

Free discussion of Prof. Hami`s Class: whatever you resist, you persist!!

            whatever you resist, you persist!!

  

I want to ask all classmates to share and discuss their ideas by leaving Comment.

I myself believe to the fact that sometimes whatever i resist, in fact, i persist.



of course we can see the questions through three view of points:

type 1-whatever we mentally resist, in fact we like it and we persist!
type 2-whatever we are resisted ( by situation, people, or environmet), we persist!
type 3-whatever we resist, the environment persist or force us to face it!


Resisting, means not accepting something, fighting the situation, getting all caught up. Whenever we resist something, we think about it too much and it can become like a complex! hence; we lose our patience and talk about it more. in face, we want to pretend others that it `s not a big deal, however, we think about it more and more, in consequense, we lose our patience and talk about it bizarrely.

Prof. Hami`s example: imagine a person who suddenly start to Express " I never marry untile the age of 40". nobody asked him the question? why suddenly he started to express that? maybe he was thinking about that and resisting the fact on his mind, but he persisted that by continuing and expressing. (type 1)

or some people say: As soon as you get the masses talking/thinking about your idea/agenda/product, for it or against it, it has come to life, into being. We increase and bring into manifestation what we collectively focus our thoughts and energy upon. The more we collectively resist something, the more it persists. ( here the resist and persit goes back to the nature`s reflection)  For example: you are driving your car, and you are worried to find a right place to park your car " you resist the negative word " i can`t find a place to park my car.... i know i cant... i won`t find....." and when you get to the  parking there is not any vacant place to park your car.

you resist negatively and the environment persist the same negative effect. ( that`s my personal expriance). which i call it ( type 3)

what do you think about resisting and persisting? have you experienced any types of it?

ARYA

“Is My Team Ploughing” by A.E. Housman

“Is my team ploughing,
    That I was used to drive
And hear the harness jingle
    When I was man alive?”

Ay, the horses trample,
    The harness jingles now;
No change though you lie under
    The land you used to plough.

“Is football playing
    Along the shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
    Now I stand no more?”

Ay, the ball is flying,
    The lads play heart and soul;
The goal stands up, the keeper
    Stands up to keep the goal.

“Is my girl happy,
    That I though hard to leave,
And has she tired of weeping
    As she lies down at eve?”

Ay, she lies down lightly,
    She lies not down to weep;
Your girl is well contented.
    Be still, my lad, and sleep.

“Is my friend hearty,
    Now I am think and pine,
And has he found to sleep in a
    A better bed than mine?”

Yes, lad, I lie easy,
    I lie as lads would chose;
I cheer a dead man’s sweetheart,
    Never ask me whose.


Analysis;

a dead man talks to his friend from the grave. and his friend answers that nothing changed
after your death, the horses are still plowing, the boys are playing footballs...





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Break of Day
by John Donne

Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise, because 'tis light?
Did we lie down, because 'twas night?
Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither,
Should in despite of light keep us together.

Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;
If it could speak as well as spy,
This were the worst that it could say,
That being well, I fain* would stay,
And that I loved my heart and honor so,
That I would not from him, that had them, go.

Must business thee from hence remove?
O, that's the worst disease of love.
The poor, the foul, the false, love can
Admit, but not the busied man.
He which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.


discussion and alalysis:

The speaker in the poem is a woman. She wakes up in the morning with her lover. She is upset that he must rise and leave her to go about his usual busy day. She says they should not allow themselves to be controlled.
 so easily, sleeping when it is night and waking when it is light. Their love should be strong enough to keep them together despite the daylight.

what is the poet complaining about?  are the two persons married or unmarried?

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Plot summary of Trifles By "Susan Glaspell"

Plot summary of Trifles By "Susan Glaspell"

"Trifles", by Susan Glaspell, is one such drama that tries to appeal to the audience for an opinion on a sort of ethical dilemma.





Plot summary of Trifle,


Farmer John Wright has been murdered. While he lay asleep in the middle of the night, someone strung a rope around his neck. And that someone might have been his wife, the quiet and forlorn Minnie Wright.
Written in 1916, Susan Glaspell’s one-act play Trifles is loosely based on true events. As a young reporter, Glaspell covered a murder case in a small town in Iowa. Years later, she crafted a short play inspired by her experiences and observations.


The sheriff, his wife, the county attorney, and the neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Hale, enter the kitchen of the Wright household. Mr. Hale explains how he paid a visit to the house on the previous day. Once there, Mrs. Wright greeted him but behaved strangely. She eventually stated in a dull voice that her husband was upstairs, dead.
Note: Though Mrs. Wright is the central figure in the play, she never appears onstage. She is only referred to by the on-stage characters.
The audience learns of John Wright’s murder through Mr. Hale’s exposition. He is the first (aside from Mrs. Wright) to discover the body. We also learn that Mrs. Wright claimed that she was sound asleep while someone strangled her husband. It seems obvious to the male characters that she killed her husband, and she has been taken into custody as the prime suspect.
The attorney and sheriff decide that there is nothing important in the room: “Nothing here but kitchen things.” (Feminist Criticism Hint: This line is the first of many disparaging comments said to minimize the importance of women in society.) The men criticize Mrs. Wright’s housekeeping skills, irking Mrs. Hale and the sheriff’s wife, Mrs. Peters.
The men exit, heading upstairs to investigate the crime scene. The women remain in the kitchen. Chatting to pass the time, Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters notice vital details that the men would not care about:

• Ruined fruit preserves.
• Bread that has been left out of its box.
• An unfinished quilt.
• A half clean / half messy table top.
• An empty bird cage.

Unlike the men who are looking for forensic evidence to solve the crime, the women in Susan Glaspell's Trifles observe clues that reveal the bleakness of Mrs. Wright’s emotional life. They theorize that Mr. Wright’s cold, oppressive nature must have been dreary to live with. Mrs. Hale comments about Mrs. Wright being childless: “Not having children makes less work – but it makes a quiet house.” To the women, they are simply trying to pass the awkward moments with civil conversation. But to the audience, Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters unveil a psychological profile of a desperate housewife.
What Happened to the Bird?
When gathering up the quilting material, they discover a fancy little box. Inside, wrapped in silk is a dead canary. Its neck has been wrung. The implication is that Minnie’s husband did not like the canary’s beautiful song (a symbol of his wife’s desire for freedom and happiness). So, Mr. Wright busted the cage door and strangled the bird.
Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters do not tell the men about their discovery. Instead, Mrs. Hale puts the box with the deceased bird into her coat pocket – resolving not to tell the men about this little “trifle” they have uncovered.
The play ends with the characters exiting the kitchen and the women announcing that they have determined Mrs. Wright’s quilt making style. (She “knots it” instead of “quilts it” – a play with words denoting the way in which she killed her husband.)


 Source: http://plays.about.com/

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