3. Poets like to use their work as vehicles for personal philosophies. Discuss the philosophy of nature
promoted by Lord Byron in "Darkness." Do you agree with it?
ESSAY 2 (eng 111 w01) copy ENGLISH 111.3 (W01) Instructor: BRIAN COTTS OCT, 5 2020 ESSAY #2 Write a brief, well-organized essay of at least 1000 words (roughly 4 pages) on one of the following topics: 1. Poets often use imagery to underscore specific ideas in their work. Choose one of the poems in the bundle, pick any image, (or set of related images) from that poem, and discuss how the image relates to one of the poem's main themes. 2. Many poems feature a speaker who "speaks" the poem to an addressee, or occasionally just the reader. Discuss the different roles of the speakers in Shelley's "Ozymandias." 3. Poets like to us their work as vehicles for personal philosophies. Discuss the philosophy of nature promoted by Lord Byron in "Darkness." Do you agree with it? 4. Rossetti creates a fictional universe in "Goblin Market." Pick one of the narrative elements of the poem (characterization, suspense, world building, dramatic language, and so on) and discuss how it functions in the story. 5. Go off the deep end and compose an interpretation of John Ashbery's "Soonest Mended." But first you'll have to figure out what it's about. 6. Write on anything that interests you in any one of the poems in the bundle (this includes modifying any of the above topics). However, please contact me to get clearance for your topic. SOME INSTRUCTIONS Your essay should include an introductory thesis paragraph, a series of (at least three) body paragraphs, and a brief concluding paragraph. The essay must also be type-written or word-processed, double-spaced, and single-sided. It must also be formatted to MLA standards (or if you absolutely must use another format, please alert me to this and be consistent). The essay must also be in Word .doc or .docx format, and double-spaced. You must include direct quotations in this essay (at least one per body paragraph) and they must be properly formatted. Also, you must include a Works Cited page at the end of the essay. WORTH 15% of your final mark LENGTH: (approx. 4 pages; 1000-1250 words) DUE: OCT 26, 2020 eng 111 (W01) poetry bundle.pages ENG 111.3 (W01) POETRY BUNDLE This handout has been produced in line with the University of Saskatchewan's Fair Dealing guidelines. https://library.usask.ca/copyright/general-information/fair-dealing-guidelines.php#Guidelines https://library.usask.ca/copyright/general-information/fair-dealing-guidelines.php#Guidelines William Shakespeare: Sonnet 18 & Sonnet 130 Sonnet 18: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45087/sonnet-18-shall-i-compare-thee-to-a-summers- day Sonnet 130 https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45108/sonnet-130-my-mistress-eyes-are-nothing-like- the-sun https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45108/sonnet-130-my-mistress-eyes-are-nothing-like-the-sun Edgar Allan Poe: "Annabel Lee" https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44885/annabel-lee Solomon Ratt: "Sunset Haiku" http://creeliteracy.org/2015/06/03/2729/ http://creeliteracy.org/2015/06/03/2729/ William Carlos Williams: "The Red Wheelbarrow" https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45502/the-red-wheelbarrow Ezra Pound: "In a Station of the Metro" https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/12675/in-a-station-of-the-metro Ezra Pound: "Ts'ai Chi'h" https://poets.org/poem/tsai-chih P.K. Page: "Motel Pool" https://canpoetry.library.utoronto.ca/page/poem6.htm Emily Dickinson: "'Hope' is the thing with feathers" https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers-314 E. J. Pratt: "Come Not The Seasons Here" [https://www.ronnowpoetry.com/contents/pratt/ComeNottheSeasons.html] https://www.ronnowpoetry.com/contents/pratt/ComeNottheSeasons.html Mark Strand: "Keeping Things Whole" https://poetrysociety.org/poetry-in-motion/keeping-things-whole Percy Shelley: "Ozymandias" https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46565/ozymandias Robert Browning: "My Last Duchess" https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43768/my-last-duchess Christina Rossetti: "Goblin Market" https://www.gutenberg.org/files/19188/19188-h/19188-h.htm#p_3 Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries, Melons and raspberries, Bloom-down-cheeked peaches, Swart-headed mulberries, Wild free-born cranberries, Crab-apples, dewberries, Pine-apples, blackberries, Apricots, strawberries;-- All ripe together In summer weather,-- Morns that pass by, Fair eves that fly; Come buy, come buy: Our grapes fresh from the vine, Pomegranates full and fine, Dates and sharp bullaces, Rare pears and greengages, Damsons and bilberries, Taste them and try: Currants and gooseberries, Bright-fire-like barberries, Figs to fill your mouth, Citrons from the South, Sweet to tongue and sound to eye; Come buy, come buy." Evening by evening Among the brookside rushes, Laura bowed her head to hear, Lizzie veiled her blushes: Crouching close together In the cooling weather, With clasping arms and cautioning lips, With tingling cheeks and finger-tips. "Lie close," Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: "We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?" "Come buy," call the goblins Hobbling down the glen. "O," cried Lizzie, "Laura, Laura, You should not peep at goblin men." Lizzie covered up her eyes, Covered close lest they should look; Laura reared her glossy head, And whispered like the restless brook: "Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie, Down the glen tramp little men. One hauls a basket, One bears a plate, One lugs a golden dish Of many pounds' weight. How fair the vine must grow Whose grapes are so luscious; How warm the wind must blow Through those fruit bushes." "No," said Lizzie, "no, no, no; Their offers should not charm us, Their evil gifts would harm us." She thrust a dimpled finger In each ear, shut eyes and ran: Curious Laura chose to linger Wondering at each merchant man. One had a cat's face, One whisked a tail, One tramped at a rat's pace, One crawled like a snail, One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry, One like a ratel tumbled hurry-scurry. She heard a voice like voice of doves Cooing all together: They sounded kind and full of loves In the pleasant weather. Laura stretched her gleaming neck Like a rush-imbedded swan, Like a lily from the beck, Like a moonlit poplar branch, Like a vessel at the launch When its last restraint is gone. Backwards up the mossy glen Turned and trooped the goblin men, With their shrill repeated cry, "Come buy, come buy." When they reached where Laura was They stood stock still upon the moss, Leering at each other, Brother with queer brother; Signalling each other, Brother with sly brother. One set his basket down, One reared his plate; One began to weave a crown Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown (Men sell not such in any town); One heaved the golden weight Of dish and fruit to offer her: "Come buy, come buy," was still their cry. Laura stared but did not stir, Longed but had no money: The whisk-tailed merchant bade her taste In tones as smooth as honey, The cat-faced purr'd, The rat-paced spoke a word Of welcome, and the snail-paced even was heard; One parrot-voiced and jolly Cried "Pretty Goblin" still for "Pretty Polly";-- One whistled like a bird. But sweet-tooth Laura spoke in haste: "Good folk, I have no coin; To take were to purloin: I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver either, And all my gold is on the furze That shakes in windy weather Above the rusty heather." "You have much gold upon your head," They answered altogether: "Buy from us with a golden curl." She clipped a precious golden lock, She dropped a tear more rare than pearl, Then sucked their fruit globes fair or red: Sweeter than honey from the rock, Stronger than man-rejoicing wine, Clearer than water flowed that juice; She never tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more Fruits which that unknown orchard bore; She sucked until her lips were sore; Then flung the emptied rinds away, But gathered up one kernel stone, And knew not was it night or day As she turned home alone. Lizzie met her at the gate Full of wise upbraidings: "Dear, you should not stay so late, Twilight is not good for maidens; Should not loiter in the glen In the haunts of goblin men. Do you not remember Jeanie, How she met them in the moonlight, Took their gifts both choice and many, Ate their fruits and wore their flowers Plucked from bowers Where summer ripens at all hours? But ever in the noonlight She pined and pined away; Sought them by night and day, Found them no more, but dwindled and grew gray, Then fell with the first snow, While to this day no grass will grow Where she lies low: I planted daisies there a year ago That never blow. You should not loiter so." "Nay, hush," said Laura: "Nay, hush, my sister: I ate and ate my fill, Yet my mouth waters still; To-morrow night I will Buy more,"--and kissed her. "Have done with sorrow; I'll bring you plums to-morrow Fresh on their mother twigs, Cherries worth getting; You cannot think what figs My teeth have met in, What melons icy-cold Piled on a dish of gold Too huge for me to hold, What peaches with a velvet nap, Pellucid grapes without one seed: Odorous indeed must be the mead Whereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink, With lilies at the brink, And sugar-sweet their sap." Golden head by golden head, Like two pigeons in one nest Folded in each other's wings, They lay down in their curtained bed: Like two blossoms on one stem, Like two flakes of new-fallen snow, Like two wands of ivory Tipped with gold for awful kings. Moon and stars gazed in at them, Wind sang to them lullaby, Lumbering owls