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Imagery: The work of one who makes images or visible representation of objects; imitation work; images in general, or in mass. ``Painted imagery.'' --Shak.

Denotation: The literal or dictionary definition of a word. Denotation contrasts with connotation.

Connotation
Irony-verbal, situatuional, dramatic
Sarcasm-
Metaphor
Symbol
Allegory
Paradox
Overstatement
Understatement
Allusion
Rone
Alliteration
Assonance
Consonance
Internal rime
Slant rime
End rime
Approximate rime
Refrain
Meter
Iamb
Trochee
Anapest
Dactyl
Spondee
Monosyllabic foot
Line
Stanza
Cacophony
Caesura
Enjabment
Onomatopoeia
Imagery: The work of one who makes images or visible representation of objects; imitation work; images in general, or in mass. ``Painted imagery.'' --Shak.

Denotation: The literal or dictionary definition of a word. Denotation contrasts with connotation.

Connotation
Irony-verbal, situatuional, dramatic
Sarcasm-
Metaphor
Symbol
Allegory
Paradox
Overstatement
Understatement
Allusion
Rone
Alliteration
Assonance
Consonance
Internal rime
Slant rime
End rime
Approximate rime
Refrain
Meter
Iamb
Trochee
Anapest
Dactyl
Spondee
Monosyllabic foot
Line
Stanza
Cacophony
Caesura
Enjabment
Onomatopoeia

what the thunder said (322-358)

What the thunder said- the first section (lines 322-358)

Links to the previous poem: Elliot uses a few different motifs throughout his poem, and most of these are included in the closing chapter. The color red and rocks relates back to the red rock, which was the only shelter. Also is the lack of water, symbolic of religious belief or faith. Furthermore, the barren landscape the speaker appears in lacks all form of love or compassion, it is strictly harsh and forbidding-a wasteland.
The first paragraph of the section is all remembering the tragic loss of a city or sacred place; this also ties into the last half of this section. “Falling towers Jerusalem Athens Alexandria Vienna London” It says that after the war has been fought, and the silence falls over the ruined city, and after the prisons has been destroyed. The thunder is plains or artillery of some kind shelling the ruins. Everyone is already dead, those who are left, are simply dying with patience, this line is hilarious.
The second paragraph refers to the lack of water, and the abundance of rock. Mountains and mountains of rock, but without water. By making the connection that water is a symbol of faith and religion, perhaps rock is a symbol of everything earthly and meaningless. Such as money, technology, and the infrastructure we surround ourselves with. Red is again used in the paragraph to describe the faces sneering from beneath “mud cracked houses” mud of course cracks when it looses all of its water. This is a great image of how society crumbles without fate.
The third set is in my opinion the most interesting in the entire poem. Elliot uses the sound of the words to attempt to create a drip dropping patter with words. The words are that of someone seeing a shimmering mirage among the craggy rocks, rushing toward it only to realize his folly. He again refers to the cicada from earlier paragraphs, retaining his flower motif.

i got the blues... deh nah ner nah nah

MICKEY GUESS WHAT THIS POEM IS ABOUT!!!
Woke up this morning, at the crack o dawn
Woke up this morning ate my gruel at dawn
Foreman Tom say the 23 of us got-a mow the lawn

Sally got me high, she let me scape my chains
Sally made a man fly, like he could break his chains
Sally was a woman who had heart and brains

Couldn’t sleep well, got a hole in my cot
Couldn’t sleep well, I got rats in the cot
I coulda gone out side, but like sally id get shot

But Sally ran at sunset, and they shot her dead
But Sally fled at sunset, got her now she’s dead
Sally had no rats or holes, I could take her bed
I hope I get the extra dish, for that 23rd head

Paradox: A paradox can be an apparently true statement or group of statements that leads to a contradiction or a situation which defies intuition; or it can be, seemingly opposite, an apparent contradiction that actually expresses a non-dual truth (cf. Koan)

Example: Aesop tells the tale of a traveler who sought refuge with a Satyr on a bitter winter night. On entering the Satyrs lodging, he blew on his fingers, and was asked by the Satyr why he did it. "to warm them up" he explained. Later, on being served a piping-hot bowl of porridge, he blew also on it, and again was asked why he did it. "too cool it off" he explained. The Satyr thereupon thrust him out of doors, for he would have nothing to do with a man who could blow hot and cold with the same breath.

Function: Aesop uses this paradox to reinforce a humorous tone in a story. It would seem impossible to anyone who is un-educated to blow hot and cold in one breath, so the use of a paradox also criticizes the intelligence of the Satyr. The paradox also forces you to think about why it can be true and untrue at the same time, in ways that perhaps you never have before.

failure

Failure?

Society shackled tongue avoids me
Woe, I was beaten before I began
God Damn it, I can Not write po’etry

To these pale lips comes no irony
Always, a road more taken kind of man
Society shackled tongue avoids me

Faced with Form, ghastly tone or imagery
I should have kissed the river, or ran
God Damn it, I can Not write po’etry

Rhythm escapes me, rhyme I can not see
Artistic allusions fill just this hand
Society shackled tongue avoids me

Impossible to write poetically
To those stupid few who say that I can
Society Shackled tongue avoids me
God Damn it, I can Not write (good) po’etry

This villanelle form poem is about over coming doubt in your life.

Sestina

This is the story of a frenchman, who hated the English, mocked those who would call for peace, and lived (and died) fighting. He's also a misogynist, calling those who do not fight "fit only to rot in womanish peace" the worst fate he can imagine. He calls the men around him cowards, daring them to raise an army and fight with him against "the leopard". He is almost suicidal in his quest for war, this man must have lost much or done something terrible in order to want death so badly.
In the the fifth sextet? he describes his hate for Richard The Lionheart, who is famous for his valiant quests and leading the third crusade. Mayhaps one of the reasons this man hates the english so much is that he is a muslim, and had his home or family destroyed by the christian crussades. Gods are mentioned throughout the poem, including "through all the riven skies God's sword's clash"
The Sestina is ironically appropriate for this poem, as the ending tercet is much shorter than the sestets? that mostly compose this poem, perhaps this is because he dies here. Not in the glorious manner he had wished, but he is put to death for attempting to stir up trouble.

Macchu Picchu

The Heights of Macchu Picchu III, the story of the decimation of the Incan people in their capital city of Macchu Picchu. The irony is heights usually implies greatness, or happiness, not only because Macchu Picchu is at the top of a mountain. The city of Macchu Picchu was the home of the priests, and government officials of the Incan people, but was abandoned as they fled the decimation wrought by European conquistadors. Among the devastation brought from europe was disease, specifically malaria which was carried from africa with the slaves. The Incan people had no immunities to this airborne threat, they became infected and died like flies. Leaving Macchu Picchu to remain undiscovered until 1911, hundreds of years after the spanish conquistadors rule.
"A tiny death with coarse wings" refers to the mosquitos that brought the disease to the Incan's. The opening tercet speaks of the suffering which is ocuring in the capital city, it was morally crushing to see your family and friend succumb to the viscous disease and die a painful death. The last line closes with much the same attitude, "everybody lost heart, anxiously waiting for death". THe grinding bad luck of every day was due to the fact that they could not possibly avoid being bitten by mosquitos in the jungle, and they had to go about their daily buisiness in order to survive. They could only pray that their attacker did not carry the deadly disease.


Or it could be about slaves

English sonnet or shakespearean(i can NOT spell that)
a sonnet consisting three quatrains and a concluding couplet in iambic pentameter with the rhyme pattern abab cdcd efef gg

Ittalian or Petrarchean sonnet
a sonnet consisting of an octave with the rhyme pattern abbaabba, followed by a sestet with the rhyme pattern cdecde or cdcdcd

Allusion: a figure of speech, reference/representation of/to a well-known person, place, event, literary work, or work of art. M.H. Abrams defined allusion as "a brief reference, explicit or indirect, to a person, place or event, or to another literary work or passage"
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo. (1)
Functioon: This section is added to The Love of Alfred Prufrock, it comes from Dante's Divine comedy, which is the story of a mans journey into hell, purgatory, and then heaven. T.S. Elliot included this exerpt perhaps to clue us into what torment the speaker is in. EH is faced with a terrible fate. roughly translated it says, If I thought that that I was replying to someone who would ever return to the world, this flame would cease to flicker. But since no one ever returns from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy." It gives a gloomy feel to the poem, and anticipation for what will come.

punk

ok, stick with me here
punk pantoum is the story of a rebelious teenager (no way right?), but thats the last normalcy youll find. The boy is being beeten by his father, who does not understand his sons rebelious ways. (last weeks ochre bruise) The family is very well off, Eutaw Place is a historic district in Baltimore, and the family owned horses. He is upset, so he starts talking to his girlfriend about how he will kill one of his fathers horses to get his revenge. She calms him down though, and he sees that she is right, he was overreacting, he thanks her by reminding her of the time they metat the flower market, they were both high (eating Sandoz oranges). Sandoz is a company that makes drugs. As for the razor, maybe they're just into some kinky sex? None of my buisness.
ps. theres some connection between tracks and horses, but i cant put my finger on it.

Allusion: a figure of speech, reference/representation of/to a well-known person, place, event, literary work, or work of art. M.H. Abrams defined allusion as "a brief reference, explicit or indirect, to a person, place or event, or to another literary work or passage"

S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo. (1)

Function: MUST GO TO LUNCH>>> SEE LATER ENTRY

rage rage that gentle night

Do Not Go Gentle Into The Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The Villanelle form is uses not only repetition to drill certain lines into your cerebellum, but also uses a constant rhyme scheme, in which the first and last lines of each tercet always rhyme. This rhyme scheme represents the beginning, the unimportant middle, and the grand finale, which is where the bedridden father lays. The poem represents a child who kneels at his fathers bedside, unable to let go even though his dad has lived a good life. He descends from the wise men, to the good men, to the wild men, to the grave men, and eventually to his father, so perhaps his father did not lead such a spectacular life after all. He describes how each type of man goes into the night, yet they always say either "do not go gentle into that good night" or "Rage rage against the dying of the light" the fact that both of these lines are used in his fathers paragraph is a good indication that his father did not survive his illness.

Imagery: Imagery is descriptive language that evokes sensory experience (in any or all sense modes), and is intended to make the reader feel more interested and more emotionally involved in the work by creating a mental image of the subject.

example: after apple-picking
"Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend."

In after apple picking, the speaker is done with his life's work of apple picking, whether you interpret this as an allegory for being done with his life's work is your own opinion. in either case, he uses fine tuned imagery to describe what he believes he will dream once he finally gets his sleep. He uses the sense of touch and sight to evoke an ache in ones soles, and an intimate connection with the apples. By evoking similar emotions to what he is feeling, the speaker attempts to let you see through his eyes and walk in his shoes.

toneage

Robert Frost- The Telephone
When I was just as far as I could walk
From here to-day,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say--
You spoke from that flower on the window sill-
Do you remember what it was you said?'

This poem is confusing for such a short and un-complex poem. Taken literally it would appear to be the poem of a madman who is hearing voices. I looked further into this poem, and believe that in fact this poem is a criticism of the use of the telephone, that the use of telephones are not as special as face to face conversations. Furthermore, there is more room for mis-interpretation when using a telephone, and this piece is the description of one of these such interpretations.
When read in this way the mocking of the telephone users (possibly lovers) becomes almost comical and the madness is less apparent.

John Donne- The flea
MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

This is my favorite poem....EVER.
THe poem begins in a pleading but intelligent manner, instead of convincing his girlfriend to have sex with him by wooing her, he has decided to use logic to convince her that it is not only what he wants, but it is actually the morally right thing to do. He speaks of how the tick has already shared their fluids, as they would in sex, and so it is not big deal. The situational iron is unmistakeable in the poem, used to create a hilarious masterpiece. Yet in the end, he is almost frustrated at his determined advances rejection. The speaker begins to use words like "cruel" and "guilty" i believe in a desperate attempt to satisfy himself through guilt-tripping his girlfriend. the poem descends from the light teasing and nagging comical boyfriend, to the jealous, angry, frustrated, future ex-boyfriend.

John Wakeman- Love in Brooklyn
"I love you, Horowitz," he said, and blew his nose.
She splashed her drink. "The hell you say," she said.
"Not love. You don't love me. You like my legs,
and how I make your letters nice and all.
You drank your drink too fast. You don't love me."
"You wanna bet?" he asked. "You wanna bet?
I loved you from the day they moved you up
from Payroll, last July. I watched you, right?
You sat there on that typing chair you have
and swung round like a kid. It made me shake.
Like once, in World War II, I saw a tank
slide through some trees at dawn like it was a god.
That's how you make me feel. I don't know why."
She turned towards him, then sat back and grinned,
and on the bar stool swung full circle round.
"You think I'm like a tank, you mean?" she asked.
"Some fellers tell me nicer things than that."
But then she saw his face and touched his arm
and softly said, "I'm only kidding you."
He ordered drinks, the same again, and paid.
A fat man, wordless, staring at the floor.
She took his hand in hers and pressed it hard.
And his plump fingers trembled in her lap.

Love In Brooklyn, this poem describes a couple going through hard times. The woman jests that her man does not love him, but the man in fact does. To prove his love describes her in a way that only a man who loved her could but instead of taking such wonderful flattery, she pokes fun at him again. He trembles then at the thought of her leaving him.
The poem changes tone again. Originating with a sense of nasty uncivilized fighting (naturally in brooklyn) but then leading up to an almost sad sweetness. As the man relates his girlfriend to a tank, he seems completely taken with her, absolutely helpless, even though she accuses him of only wanting her for sex. yet in the end, she holds his hand and they order drinks, it appears that the couple will work their problems out, a story of making up. THis was at great contrast with the flea and its tale of the couple breaking up.

The Grindstone by Robert Frost
Having a wheel and four legs of its own
Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone
To get it anywhere that I can see.
These hands have helped it go, a
nd even race;Not all the motion,
though, they ever lent,
Not all tke miles it may have thought it went,
Have got it one step from the starting place.
It stands beside the same old apple tree.
The shadow of the apple tree is thin
Upon it now its feet as fast in snow.
All other farm machinery's gone in,
And some of it on no more legs and wheel
Than the grindstone can boast to stand or go.
(I'm thinking chiefly of the wheelbarrow.)
For months it hasn't known the taste of steel
Washed down with rusty water in a tin..
But standing outdoors hungry, in the cold,
Except in towns at night is not a sin.
And> anyway, it's standing in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I remember how of old
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And someone mounted on it rode it hard
And he and I between us ground a blade
.I gave it the preliminary spin
And poured on water (tears it might have been);
And when it almost gaily jumped and flowed,
A Father-Time-like man got on and rode,
Armed with a scythe and spectacles that glowed.
He turned on will-power to increase the load
And slow me down -- and I abruptly slowed,
Like coming to a sudden railroad station.
I changed from hand to hand in desperation.
I wondered what machine of ages gone
This represented an improvement on.
'For all I knew it may have sharpened spears
And arrowheads itself. Much use.for years
Had gradually worn it an oblate
Spheroid that kicked and struggled in its gait,
Appearing to return me hate for hate;
(But I forgive it now as easily
As any other boyhood enemy
Whose pride has failed to get him anywhere).
I wondered who it was the man thought ground-
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?·
I wondered if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
Such were the bitter thoughts to which I turned.
Not for myself was I so much concernedOh no --
Although, of course, I could have found
A better way to pass the afternoon
Than grinding discord out of a grindstone,
And beating insects at their gritty tune.
Nor was I for the man so much concerned.
Once when the grindstone almost jumped its bearing
It looked as if he might be badly thrown
And wounded on his blade.
So far from caring,I laughed inside,
and only cranked the faster
(It ran as if it wasn't greased but glued);
I'd welcome any moderate disaster
That might be calculated to postpone
What evidently nothing could conclude.
The thing that made me more and more afraid
Was that we'd ground it sharp and hadn't known,
And now were only wasting precious blade.
And when he raised it dripping once and tried
The creepy edge of it with wary touch
And viewed it over his glasses funny-eyed,
Only disinterestedly to decide
It needed a turn more, I could have cried
Wasn't there a danger of a turn too much?
Mightn't we make it worse instead of better?
I was for leaving something to the whettot.
What if it wasn't all it should be?
I'dBe satisfied if he'd be satisfied.

1.) The speaker may not necessarily believe that they have taken the "wrong" path, but instead they are cursed with a feeling of wonder. " the grass is always greener on the other side" He regrets that he is but one man, and that he will not be able to back track and venture out onto the second path. No matter which path he had taken, he would have been left with the feeling of doubt, the same feeling that anyone who has mad a difficult choice will feel.

2.) The path is symbolic of any choice of great significance, to go to war, to have an abortion, to go to college, or to drop a nuclear bomb on Japan. Any of these choices will lead to many more choices and thus many more forks in the road. Frost is not literally speaking of a road, but symbolically representing life and the many different paths one can take. Furthermore, the speaker knows that although the paths appear very similar from the fork in the road, he notes "{[I]Looked down one as far as i could/ to where it bent in the undergrowth;" he mentions how far he can look down the path, but in truth the path will bend and twist and he knows not where it will end or fork again. This unknowing factor is Frost bringing the essence of luck to the choices of our world.

Fight and Flight
The Road not Taken is an important and well known poem, it obviously applies to a choice made along the path to heaven, and one of the oldest and most important choices people are forced to make is whether or not to fight once confronted. Imagine President Truman's choice whether to drop the bombs on Japan. He probably wished he could know how either path would end, but there was no way of knowing. The poem says "I shall be telling this with a sigh/ Somewhere ages and ages hence" sigh is possibly the most debatable word in the poem, besides the closing line. Sigh i take to have a negative connotation, as in after getting a short ways down the path he starts to believe he has taken the wrong one.
If like Apple Picking, frost is referring to himself, than perhaps the diverging wooded roads was his choice of becoming a poet? Obviously he took the road less traveled and became a poet. At that time he could not be sure he could even feed himself off of a poets wages, the choice of fading into the rows of normality the safe choice, or stepping out into the spotlight of greatness and perhaps dying of hunger, could be a hard one.

I went with truman because shelby didn't like my poet idea =(

APPLE PICKING

After Apple-Picking
After apple picking is a suicide note left by a man who jumped off of a ladder at the top of an apple tree. After a long life of apple picking, he simply could not take any more, "The rumbling sound of Load on Load of Apples coming in For i have had too much". This man was tormented by the never ending task of apple picking, and even though his soles were sore from long days atop the ladder, he still had no time to collect all the apples. Even worse he occasionally dropped apples and even though they were not damaged, he through them away "as of no worth" You may notice that fall is also a motif of the story, he uses the word to describe the ice he drops and breaks and again as he drops the apples. Clearly he is hinting toward his impending doom.

apple picking

After Apple-Picking
1.)How does the poet convey so vividly the experience of “apple picking”? Point out effective examples of each kind of imagery used. What emotional responses do the images evoke?
Robert frost conveys the act of apple picking in such an amazingly vivid way because he uses imagery that covers the senses of sight, smell, touch, and sound. He describes sight of the apples he’s picked intimately “And every fleck of russet showing clear”. Frost uses colors and shapes to provide a rich and deep apple-picking world. This type of imagery gave me a sense of frostiness and also inspires a hunger for apples.
His second type of imagery is smell. He is almost lethargic as he smells the apples “The scent of apples; I am drowsing off” they impress upon the reader a sense of calmness and peacefulness… and again a hunger for apples
Thirdly is the sense of touch. “I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough”, my instep arch not only keeps the ache/ it keeps the pressure of a ladder- round”, strangely enough touch was the most vague type of imagery used in this poem, It left an otherworldly or out-of body-experience sense, as if the reader was in a dream already.
Lastly is the imagery of sound. “ The rumbling sound of load on load of apples coming in.” the sound here is massive, rumbling is used to give an impression of power and awe, even if it is only the sounds of apples rolling into the cellar.
2.) How does the speaker regard his work? Has he done it well or poorly? Does he find it enjoyable or tedious? Is he dissatisfied with the results?
The speaker has done his work to his fullest, but there are still apples in the tree. He regrets not being able to complete his duties. I believe that at the beginning of his labor he did enjoy this work, he says “Of apple picking I am overtired of the great harvest I myself desired” So he did in fact wish to pick apples, but now he is sick of it.
3.) The speaker predicts what he will dream about in his sleep. Why does he shift to the present tense in line 18 when he begins describing a dream he has not yet had? How sharply are real experience and dream experience differentiated in the poem?
Frost switches to present tense during his dream because he is so sure that this is what he will dream about. Apple-picking is all he knows; therefore it is only logical that he would dream of apple-picking. He has become so accustomed to the feel of a ladder beneath his soles that even in his dreams this feeling will haunt him. The difference between real experience and dream experience in the poem is not only in the new first person form, but also
4.)The poem uses the word SLEEP six times. Does it, through repetition come to suggest a meaning beyond the purely literal? If so, what attitude does the speaker take toward this second signification? Does he fear it? Does he look forward to it? What does he expect of it?
In this poem sleep is used as a euphemism for death. Long sleep especially supports this idea. The speaker is so tired that he knows he will be incapacitated for some time, whether he will rise in the spring like a woodchuck, or simply pass on like an ordinary human. The worker does not fear death, for he has worked hard. I do think he speaks of the apples he left on the boughs with regret. Why would he fear such a thing, he expect his afterlife to be like a dream, a dream in which he is doomed to experience the life he has already lived for an eternity. This is an especially demonic hell, to be banished to a life of tedious labor; this guy must really love apples to be looking forward to it.
5.) IF sleep is symbolic both literal and metaphorical, other details also ma take on additional meaning, if so, how would you interpret the ladder, the season of the year, the harvesting, the pane of glass, What denotation has the word “essence”
The ladder is his path to heaven, he has spent so much time on the “ladder” that he hopes his eternal sleep will be very peaceful and restful, but he knows he will dream of apples. Fall- it symbolizes the end of everything, trees are shedding their leaves and animals are preparing for the long hell that is winter. The harvesting is a metaphor for all of the work the speaker has done throughout his life, apples in the cellar are goals and small deeds he has accomplished and done. Apple on the ground are his failures, and apples still in the tree are experiences that he has yet to try, and never will have the opportunity to.
6.) How does the woodchuck’s slumber differ form “just some human sleep?”
A woodchuck sleeps through the winter, and then comes back from the dead in the spring. Furthermore because the woodchuck is an animal, it will not be haunted by bad dreams throughout its sleep. Humans do not have the ability or privilege to sleep for 4 months of the year, and if he dreams of apples and the pain of the ladder in his instep, than no doubt the speaker will not be able to sleep for very long either, before he awakes with the horror of realization that next fall he must go back to apple-picking.

alfred prufrock

The poem analysis of Z. Quinn Weber
8-24-08
English 11 AP

The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I believe this poem depicts a middle aged man, weary of many dates because sometime long ago he met his loved one, but instead of proposing, he missed his shot at love and she was eternally lost to him. Now he not only mourns because he has lost his true love, but because he is growing old and fears he will never find another as right as his first love. Because he has found only one suitable woman so far, he tends to compare the other women he’s met to his dream girl, making them far inferior and stupid. He tells his story as he prepares for another party; envision him pacing back and forth in front of the mirror, dreading another miserable party. He has also become self conscious; he fears that even if he can find a woman to love again, she will find him too old, too grey, and too thin to satisfy her.
As the class has discovered several details in them poem that would lead to this man going to a party, I will reveal two pieces of the poem that support my theory that he a. has loved a woman before, and b. is nervous and doubtful about meeting another perfect woman.
In lines 50-65 Alfred describes his past relationships with women, he says he has known them all, known the eyes already, and known the arms already, which would indicate that he has dated many girls before. Lines 80-86 have such select phrases as “should I have strength after teas and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment of crisis?” also especially important was “I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.” The first quote shows his fear of again being too scared and wishy-washy to act upon his love and save his relationship, the second I believe proves he ahs loved before. He watched as his great love flickered, and then died.
To make clear my second point, that he is extremely nervous to go to the party, and doubtful of meeting another perfect woman, I take lines 38-45. These lines plainly state how he is wondering if he is even physically capable of attending a party. He acts out in his head every negative scenario in a desperate plight to convince himself not to attend this festivity. I also agree with the conclusion drawn in class. “In the rooms women come and go, talking of Michelangelo” talking is too vague of a word, it does not have the elegance that the rest of the poem does. Coincidently it is one of the few times he is describing women, this would tend to suggest he has a pessimistic view of women. He portrays them as stupid and subordinate to men.
Clearly, Alfred Prufrock is a miserably lonely man, constantly mourning the one that got away. The poem gives great discriptions of how it would be to be aging and hopelessly out of love.