Choose one of the poems in the ESLW 350 Poetry document to analyze ·         First, write a 500 word response to the poem. You should use the 3 Response Questions we discussed and practiced in class. ·         Then, write a 1,000 word analysis of the poem. You should analyze poetic elements that we’ve studied this semester, including: stanza(s), line(s), alliteration, consonance, assonance, caesura, enjambment, simile, metaphor, and/or meter. Total  Jeff Moran Prof. Moran ESLW 350 November 11, 2020 Poetic Analysis Response I am going to analyze a poem titled The Voice by Shel Silverstein. One word that really stood out to me is ‘whisper.’ In line 2, the speaker/persona says that voice whispers inside of them. I love this image, but I don’t know if I always agree that my voice whispers. Sometimes, it’s yelling at me, sometimes it very, very quiet- even quieter than a whisper. I also like how the poet uses quotation marks in lines 3 and 4 to tell us, literally, what the ‘voice inside’ is saying. I do agree that there a voice inside of me that guides me or tells me what is right and wrong. Do I agree that I should listen to the voice inside instead of ‘teachers, preachers, parents, etc.’? Maybe sometimes? Not all the time? Why do I think the author is telling the reader to listen their inner voice? Why is this good? Important? At the end of the poem, in line 8, the persona tells us to ‘just listen to the voice that speaks inside.’ So… just listen? Do I DO everything the voice tells me to do? Maybe sometimes I listen but then do something different? In my opinion, I do think it is important to listen to my own inner voice. For example, when I moved to South American to live and teach in Colombia, many people in my life told me that I should not go. Analysis Sounds & Lines Teacher/preacher — line 5 Rhyming on line 2, 4, 6, and 8 and this does give some rhythm to the poem The enjambment on line 1 allows for line 2 and 4 to end with the same rhythm and rhyme scheme There is a lot going on with enjambment and caesura in lines 5 through 8. The dash before ‘you’ tells the reader to slow down, and that helps the reader find the internal line rhyme between ‘you’ and ‘to.’ Lines 1 and 8 both talk about ‘the voice,’ so there kind of cycle/circle/repetition of the key theme/image/metaphor at the beginning and end of the poem. Simile & Metaphor The voice is a metaphor, I think. For something? What is it? My mind? My soul? My conscience? It does seem like the poet is implying that there is something special about this one voice, just for me. In line 5, why does the author talk about ‘teachers, preachers, parents, and friends? Is he telling us NOT to listen to them? How Many, How Much How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live ’em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give ’em. -by Shel Silverstein Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. -by Robert Frost ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops – at all And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm I’ve heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest Sea Yet – never – in Extremity, It asked a crumb – of me. -by Emily Dickinson What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,— act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o’erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o’er life’s solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. -by Henry Wordsworth Longfellow Sometimes with One I Love Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love, But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another, (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d, Yet out of that I have written these songs). -by Walt Whitman Harlem What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? -by Langston Huges The Trail Dear trailblazer, the trail is just your feet and nothing more; your feet are just the trail you tread toward what God has in store. There was no trail before you moved, but now you’ve turned around to stare at what you’ve left behind instead of what’s been found. The past is like the mountain mist or boat’s wake in the sea, returning to the unseen world, becoming memory. Instead, look straight ahead of you to plant your firm feet true with faith in you and Earth and God enough to pull you through. But do not let this puzzle you about some perfect way to craft each precious mile of road you leave behind each day. For what’s the purpose of this trail? It’s just to try to see what sits beyond the boundary of each mountain peak, each sea. -by Jeff Moran Purchase answer to see full attachment Explanation & Answer: 1500 Words Tags: Shel Silverstein poem perspective intended objective research questions rhetoric structure User generated content is uploaded by users for the purposes of learning and should be used following our company’shonor code & terms of service.