Sunday, December 14, 2008

Summary Analysis of the poem, “Trees” by Alfred Joyce Kilmer

LIFE of Alfred Joyce Kilmer
American poet
(1886-1918)

Born: New Brunswick, New Jersey
Educated at: Rutgers College and Columbia University
Milestones: From 1909 to 1917 he was on the staff of the New
Standard Dictionary, as well as various periodicals.

He was killed in France during World War I

His lyric poem “Trees,” in the collection Trees and Other
Poems (1914), won him popular recognition.

His other works are Summer of Love (1911) and Main
Street and Other Poems (1915).

Summary Analysis:

Trees
Alfred Joyce Kilmer

I think I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast.
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Under whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives in rain.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.

I think I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

Alfred Joyce Kilmer wrote this poem when he was fascinated with the trees as he opened his window one day that morning. He came up with the idea writing this poem personifying a person’s trait or actions to inanimate object, a tree, where he found it as a lovely idea.


A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breasts.

A tree gets its water for nourishment on the ground for survival. “A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed” represents the roots clinging on to the ground while it drinks the “earth’s sweet flowing” which represents water that nourishes the life of the tree. In connection with this, just like us, humans, we get our sustenance from the earth’s abundance and resources. These give us the strength of life for it nourishes plants and other beings. As such, it is also referred to as the Mother Earth.


A tree looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.

A tree grows upward and thus seem to be reaching to God. People from all walks of life though of different races, cultures, colors or beliefs, are reaching to God, praising, worshipping, praying and thanking Him for the bountiful blessings He gave to us.


A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair.

The trees’ thick foliage serves as shade and shelter for birds and other creatures. During summer time, birds rest on the “trees’ hair” which symbolizes the trees’ branches.


Under whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

During winter, snow falls thus covering the trees especially its trunk. Being sturdy, trees withstand the cold. When the rain comes, trees grow better and healthier. Their leaves are not only becoming greener but also shinier. The tree “intimately lives with rain” because rain nourishes it and makes it luxuriant.



Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.

A person can never make a tree because he/she is not God. Only God has the power to create a perfect natural form like a tree. “Fools” was the term used by the Alfred Joyce Kilmer to describe poets just like him, who loves to write poems as lovely as a tree. In as much that, it comes from a person’s product of his creations and imaginations.


Contributed by: Arleen

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Summary Analysis of the poem, “Simplicity” by Emily Dickinson

LIFE of Emily Dickinson
American poet

Birth: December 10, 1830
Death: May 15, 1886
Place of Birth: Amherst, Massachusetts
Known for: Exploring personal themes of love, death, and
religion in short, lyrical poems


Character:


Living in a life of seclusion, simplicity, aloof, independently-minded, quick-witted, often ill at ease in other people’s company, shyness in social situations but can mingle with the people that are closed to her.


Milestones:


1840s Attended Amherst Academy and Mount
Holyoke Female Seminary (now Mount Holyoke
College)

1850s Began writing poetry voluminously, organizing her work into small booklets

1862 Sent four poems to American writer Thomas Wentworth Higginson for his opinion; he advised her not to publish them

1886 After Dickinson's death, her sister Lavinia discovered her poems and gave them to Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd for publication.

1890 Editors Higginson and Todd published about 115 of Dickinson's poems in Poems of Emily Dickinson.

1955 The first complete collection of Dickinson's poems appeared in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by Thomas H. Johnson.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Being Me

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: September 22, 2008; 8:33 in the morning

How greatful is the waterbearer
That flows in the eyes of many
And doesn’t care about being alone
And being single never fears
Whose water of cooling blue
A flowing abundance go through
And independent as the sun
Associates or shines alone
Fulfilling ultimate purpose
Of simple happiness

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

You Don’t Need to Say, for Me to Understand

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 22, 2008; 5:03 in the morning
at the boarding house

As I read your email
Inevitable to think
Those words of exaggerated merits of yourself
You to me displayed
“For thus your own country thou denied?”
Of bounteous blessings
Your lands of nation provides
For thy can’t deny
Other nations bring
“What more you can account for?”
Thus not of worldly things
Importance of life can be achieved
Perseverance for those who wait in time
And PATIENCE for few

Sunday, November 16, 2008

You, of Little Faith

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 26, 2008, Sunday
At home; 10:09 in the morning


In this sequestered place
Where nature resides
Hardly have we deciphered
Spirits roam


In this place
Where nature provides
Shivering the body
The unfrigtened soul


And in this place
Where imagining occurs
Too extreme to think
The demons lore


This God-given place
Upon the eyes
The innocent two
Conquered the works of the evil


You, of little faith
Pictured by thousands
Ceased to believe the works
The Divine inherits


Thus with little faith
Kills the spirit

Friday, November 14, 2008

I Thank Thee


Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 26, 2008, Sunday
At home; in the morning


I thank thee
For the gift of wisdom
The knowledge to understand
The deeper meaning of life


I thank thee
For the people
That surrounds me with love
That invites me in growing


I thank thee
For the experiences
Of ups and downs
That makes me a soldier of my soul


I thank thee
For the bountiful blessings
That makes me rich
In extending other people’s help


I thank thee
For the stroke of my pen
The words of emotions
That crafted through times


I thank thee
For the talents
That leads me to know
How important life is


I thank thee
For you
Who makes me realize
The pain of moving on

I thank thee
For the space
To live, to love, to be hurt
To fully know that I exist

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Passion of the Christ

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 31, 2008; 2:47 p.m. at home


29th of October
To a house of a friend
Where we dine, chat and laugh
A film to me did sigh


On that very moment
The Passion of the Christ
Did open my eyes
“If the world hates you, the world hated me first.”


That message strikes my heart
For I was not in solitude
To think that I have fallen down
His words awaken me


“If the world hates you, the world hated me first.”
Mark an outcast Human
Pressed by undaunted goings
Of many who chooses to be blind


Uplifted by these words
I was not alone
For I was one and that I felt
Eases to mend

Sunday, November 9, 2008

In Times like These

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 31, 2008; 2:47 p.m. at home


Music utter its lovely songs
My favorites spark to sing
At home, I reminisce
Lovely things embark me


Unstoppable this pen
Print words of my choosing
One by one, piece by piece
Flashes in my mind


A craving of art
Fascinated through times
The talent in me

Friday, November 7, 2008

Calm Down

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 31, 2008; 2:47 p.m. at home



Thunder….
Turmoil….
Darkness…
Tears….


Worries…
Wars…
Foes…
Hatred…


Stop! Calm down! PRAY

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Thursday, November 6, 2008

Mustard Seed

Mustard Seed


Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 31, 2008; 2:47 p.m. at home



Plant a seed (Does it sprout?)

Water it (Does it absorb?)

Expose it to sunlight (Does it grow?)

Cultivate it (Does it yield fruits?)

‘Till it grows

Fruits will bear



Plant a mustard seed

And let it be you

Get it going with dNeero

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

My Living Memory, a Sonnet


Written by: Arleen Jay R. Abucay

Date Written: October 31, 2008; 5:01 p.m. at home


When I consider how my life is spent

My days filled with joys, wide and free

And that one person who is extremely loved by me

Was taken away from me like my soul descend

Missing her is like every day’s absent

My only wish that she’s home returning

“Will God make me see her again more bent?”

I always ask. But be still, to ascend

That interrogating, God replies, “No need

for you to worry. She’s in Paradise with me. Be best.

Bear in one’s mind, you will do your best. For one’s stake,

Life is full of chances: many had lost

That over lands and seas without rest;

You stand and be merry.”

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Tuesday, November 4, 2008

If I Choose to Live

If I Choose to Live


Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 31, 2008; 5:23 p.m. at home



If I choose to live
I shall not live in a vain world
For this world displays material possessions
Thousands of us bear our mild yoke
As if a game in stake


If I choose to live
I live in a life of contentment
For the one main reason
Thousands of us survive
Unto His Nest finds light

I Praise Thee


Written by: Arleen
Date Written: November 01, 2008; Saturday
7:47 in the evening



The night dawns in sight
The sun chokes in slight
The streets hush
People in to rush


The mumness replenish
Surroundings relinquish
Coldness scattered
Not to be shattered


I, in sight
Pray tight
In my hands, rosary
I hold to carry


I ask Thee
To be glee
Free from malady
Noble with generosity


I pray Thee not for me
But for we
To be free
To love and be happy

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Let Down Your Pride

Let Down Your Pride

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 26, 2008, Sunday
At home; 10:22 in the morning


When you think
Your fight is losing
Lower down your pride


When you want
Exposing your professional stability
To display your selfish acts
Let down your pride


When you fly
To show how high you flung
Cool down
Have peace in mind


When you force
Open your book
For many to know
Lower down your pride


When you step
Step at the steep
You may fall too deep
Lower down your pride


Instinct dictates
How far you soar
Pride is your foe
Brings you in vain

True heart, smiles

Monday, October 27, 2008

My Poems, My Diary

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 26, 2008, Sunday
At home; 10:39 in the morning


Little did I know
Extraordinary things as these
Flourish to write
Reflections of me


Whenever these little experiences
To think, travel me
Widen my horizons
Unleash the limits in me


Encountering faces of people
Sad and low
Happy and gay
Depressed or lonely
The ink keeps to strike
Such ceaseless strokes


Travel by far
Hurt by life
Believe to soar
The wisdom in me
My treasure, my life


Such little things
Simplicity comes
And I thank Thee

Thursday, October 23, 2008

On His Goodness

On His Goodness

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 26, 2008, Sunday
At home; 9:28 in the morning

The warm embrace of the nature
Swaying of the trees,
Singing of the birds,
Shining of the sun,
Cooling of the air,
Growing of the plants,
Breathing of the living,
Smiles my world today


Upon this tranquil refuge
My soul finds light


The wrath of sinner’s eyes
Killing the spirit,
Tightening one’s pride,
Clinging on to lust,
Aiming corporeal substance,
Powering egoistic achievements,
Reaching to aggression,
Ruins many souls today


For the deaf of us to learn
Reality covers the fake


Blinded by the truth
To live in insanity
Spirits die


Thunder of extreme madness
This world will fade
Slowly diminishing
Like a fire of never-ending
flame


The One yield His LOVE
That tongues may feed,
Ears may hear,
Nose may breath,
Eyes may see,
To choose to live


Though many hearts of us
Been blinded to receive
But on His goodness
He chooses us to live

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Linger

Linger

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 8, 2008


Miles walk its length
A lyre of resounding tune
Laid the amber’s rose
Of good news adore


The meets of every line
A niche of every memory
The nest to settle in
To me did soar


The open arms
Extend its wings
Lift high, move up
Lighten down


Brethren we are
And we cling to one pledge
Nowhere distances we be
We linger on

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Misconception

Misconception

Written by: Arleen
Date Written: October 6, 2008


The fresh acquaintances
Created with quick device
“Hi!”, “Hello!”
And various utterances
A stranger to my eyes


A soul stands peculiar
To me displays a saucy quality
"Yap!” “Huh?” “Oh!” “Yeah!”
And other deep aversions
Tattooed my mind of jocose conversation


Warned by an angel’s breath
To show a high regard
This “little stone” of immeasurable generosity
To numerous individuals
Paved to respect with great dignity


The cautions of an angel
Shifts the soul’s mood to light
Soften now
Label me
But peace resides deep in me

Monday, October 20, 2008

Simply Me

SIMPLY ME
Written by: Arleen
September 22, 2008, Monday

How greatful is the Waterbearer
That flows in the eyes of many
And doesn't care about being alone
And being single never fears
Whose water of cooling blue
A flowing abundance go through
And independent as the sun
Associates or shines alone
Fulfilling ultimate purpose
In casual happiness


Friday, October 17, 2008

It's When

IT'S WHEN...
Written by: Arleen
September 20, 2008

It's when...
I walked through the house of a friend
When I remembered YOU

It's when...
The deepest sorrow and grief of every faces
Was seen in the eyes of the family

It's when...
The tears fall down on my face, on your face, on their faces
Painted with bitter feelings

Its' when...
The feeling of longingness
Tightened to hug if presence be real
Just a deep sense of missing

It's when...
The absence of your presence
Makes me feel empty in a corner

It's when...
I can't hold the time of tomorrow
But still holding on

It's when...
I miss you
And every little thing reminds me of YOU

It's when...
You taught me to grow in love and be humble

It's when...
You shared your life to me

It's when...
I long for YOU

TIME is passing...
LIFE is borrowed...

IT'S WHEN....


This poem was made after I have visited last day the burial of my teacher's brother. I remebered my mother.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

A Matter of Questioning?



An ESSAY

On Being Single: A Matter of Questioning?
Written by: Arleen
Written last September 20, 2008

Just these few months (August and present September) led me to contemplate and took me to think for awhile. "Why other people (especially my co-teachers) worried very much of my being single?"
I walk alone, with friends, with my family. It makes me happy all the time being with these precious persons that I have. I work my job well and I enjoyed - The children and the school. I love teaching and be with the children especially watching them grow. But still the question lingers - Are you completely happy? Are you too very busy? Are you looking for a standard person? Then suddenly, they said, "You should be happy and give time to yourself especially to open your heart to someone who comes".

I'm a very happy and friendly person, determinated and seroius with my work. At first, I hesitate to entertain their questions until such time that my ego was touched. They find ways to spread my numbers to other person for me to have textmated (but I never entertain such) because I hold on to what I believe to wait in God's due time. Why should they worry as of my part, I'm very blessed and happy of the good persons surrounded me - my family and friends. Is it a thing to be worried upon? I don't take chances in rushing things which I find to awkward for me to do or injest. I do my thing in a proper and just way. I AM HAPPY SERVING GOD THROUGH OTHERS WHOM I HELP WITH AND SHARE MY PRECIOUS TALENTS. Cheers is my luck.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

AYUK

AYUK

Time travels fast
This world seems to last
A "little stone" that shines
Has been confused in time

The stare of your eyes
Leaves imprint in my life
Never did I sigh
As time goes by

A person like you
Is a shelter to rest
A shoulder to cry
An angel to bliss

This fading world may pass
But in this life that lasts
Such "you" will always be
The "KUYA" that's always there


Written by:
Arleen
August 10, 2008 - 8:00 p.m.

This poem is dedicated to the most precious friend I ever had and he is my bestfriend. I admire him for being there eventhough we are tested by life's uncertainty. I know you are the one.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The Feeling

THE FEELING
Written by: Arleen
Date Written: August 30, 2008 - Saturday

Time went on
This heart seems to rest
Troubled with questions
...of love, of life, of you

Promise that this heart
It won't beat again
Impossible to think
....that I fell in love with YOU

It coudn't be
A wall that hinders us
You are special ONE and this couldn't be
....until when this heart pretends

I can't explain
Lot of words left unspoken
Lots of memories could paint
Lots of things I never expected
....but there was YOU and will always be YOU

About the Author

I firmly believe that every individual is a special person and must be treated with respect and love. I am a friendly, super caring, has a good sense of humor and loving. Every person I met is very special and should be treated as a gift. I am a happy, God-fearing and has a vision in life. I am resposible and talented in some ways.
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