Monthly Archives: April 2011

Live of William Blake…

William Blake was born in London on November 28 , 1757 his entire life was spent in London he was a poet, writer, engraver, and painter. Many of the work that he create is about holy and biblical event  because he claims to saw mystical  vision of angel and divine characters . After his father died in 1784, Blake set up a print shop with a partner next door to the family hosiery shop. In 1787 his beloved younger brother and pupil Robert died; thereafter William claimed that Robert communicated with him in visions and guided him. It was Robert, William said, who inspired him with the new method of illuminated etching that was to be the vehicle for his poems.  Later he became a political radical and was in sympathy with the American Revolution and with the French Revolution during its early years . In 1824 his health began to weaken, and he died singing on August 12, 1827.

The Tyger (1794) 


Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes ?

On what wings dare he aspire ?

What the hand dare seize the fire ?

And what shoulder, and what art,

Could twist the sinew of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand ? and what  dread feet ?

What the hammer? what the chain ?

In what furnace  was  thy brain ?

What the anvil ? what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears ,

and watered heaven with their tears ,

Did he smile his work to see ?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

The lamb
William Blake (1757-1827)

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!

‘The Tyger’ is a poem that talks about the nature like the poem ‘the lamb’ However, this poem talk about a different aspect of the creation.  This poem has to be analyzed with this other poem because the meaning of this two poem is that first you have to be innocent like a lamb in order to acquire experience like a tyger. Blake´s vision of innocence and experience is at the heart of this poem. This poem is a comparison of two perspectives that are connected by the creation of the universe.

Resources

Gale Academy One file base :http://library.uprm.edu:2070/gtx/start.do?prodId=AONE&userGroupName=uprmayaguez


Live of Lanston Hughes …

Lanston Hughes born  in february 1, of 1092 Missouri. James Langston Hughes was a member of an abolitionist family. He was the great-great-grandson of Charles Henry Langston, brother of John Mercer Langston, who was the first Black American to be elected to public office, in 1855. Hughes attended Central High School in Cleveland, Ohio, but began writing poetry in the eighth grade, and was selected as Class Poet. His father didn’t think he would be able to make a living at writing, and encouraged him to pursue a more practical career. His first published poem was also one of his most famous, “The Negro Speaks of Rivers”, and it appeared in Brownie’s Book. Later, his poems, short plays, essays and short stories appeared in the NAACP publication Crisis Magazine and in Opportunity Magazine and other publications.One of Hughes’ finest essays appeared in the Nation in 1926, entitled “The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain”. It spoke of Black writers and poets, “who would surrender racial pride in the name of a false integration,” where a talented Black writer would prefer to be considered a poet, not a Black poet, which to Hughes meant he subconsciously wanted to write like a white poet. Hughes argued, “no great poet has ever been afraid of being himself.” He wrote in this essay, “We younger Negro artists now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren’t, it doesn’t matter. We know we are beautiful. And ugly too… If colored people are pleased we are glad. If they are not, their displeasure doesn’t matter either. We build our temples for tomorrow, as strong as we know how and we stand on the top of the mountain, free within ourselves.”

My People n  1922

Dream- singers,

Story- tellers,

Dancers ,

Loud laughter in the hands of fate-

My People.

Dish- Washers,

Elevator- boys,

Ladies’ maids,

Crap-shooters,

Cooks,

Waiters,

Jazzers,

Nurses of babies,

Loaders of ships,

Porters,

Hairddressers,

Comedians in vaudeville

And band-men in circuses-

Dream-singers all,

Story-tellers all.

Dancers-

God ! What dancers !

Singers-

God ! What singers !

Singers and dancers

Dancers and laughers.

Laughers ?

Yes, laughers. . . laughers . . . laughers-

Loud- mouthed laughers in the hands

Of fate.

The poem my people of  Langston Hughes talk about the black society in the America and their works . This poem talk how the black people  work , dream and fight to be happy in a society full of discrimination and injustice.

Resources:

Gale Academy One file base :http://library.uprm.edu:2070/gtx/start.do?prodId=AONE&userGroupName=uprmayaguez

Literature : Part 2 Poetry pag. 974-975 X.J. Kennedy ,Dana Gioia eleventh edition


Pick a Poem

Pick a Poet (and write about their lives and work)
1. Langston Hughes
2. Choose Your Own
3. Read and write about their lives.
• Discuss their poetry.
• What did they write?
• Why did they write it?
• What do other people say about what they wrote?
Do research:
Two websites
Three scholarly journals articles