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My Name My name is Meagan, which, in this specific spelling means solely “pearl”. The relevance of the word “pearl”, whether metaphorical or literal, to me is as relevant as the cup of tea I had last week is to the mug of coffee I had this morningwhich is the say not at all. My name has no significant importance to my culture, my family, or religion. My parents told me they didn’t care the slightest about the history of my name or the meaning of it, they just liked how “Meagan” sounded. Perhaps how someone is to like the movie they saw with their friends last weekend, or how your sister liked the sweater you got her for Christmas. Initially I was disappointed, disenchanted. Meagan- what an incredibly underwhelming name. It's not flashy or remarkable. No depth or meaning. But the more I thought about it the more I began to ponder if this is a good thing. Maybe this gives me the opportunity to create my own history to provide the name. Maybe I'll be the one my grandchildren are named after, and maybe that isn't such a bad thing. I’ve never really thought of Meagan as a striking or alluring name, maybe because I don’t consider myself as one to demonstrate such descriptors. But throughout my life I’ve never been entirely self-conscious of a lack of such traits either. Like my name, I probably don’t make an enthralling first impression. The assumption that people judge you based upon something as seemingly unimportant as a single word fascinates and terrifies me. That something as simple as one word could play a role in where you go in life or what opportunities you can obtain. To me it’s as logical as trying to go skiing in the dead of summer, but I also think that it is illogical to wear sunglasses inside and that’s socially acceptable. I guess I could assume that different people from differing walks of life think of my name differently; a kindly elderly woman might think “modest” while a sophisticated businessman jumps to “timid”. I also have one of those names that has a million different spellings and believe me, I've seen everything under the sun. It varies more normal variants of the name like Megan and Meghan to more bizarre spellings such as Megyn and Meegan. "How do you spell your name again?" has been asked to me dozens if not hundreds of times. My name has been misspelled and mispronounced since I was in preschool and when I was younger it used to irk me to no end. Now that I’m older I still mind, but not nearly as much. It is now the cause of my ever so slight exasperation but I let out a small huff of air, smile, and correct them. Because maybe the different spelling of my name adds character, makes my name more fitting of the person I am, the person I was, and the person I am becoming.

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A Book There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away, Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry –  This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll –  How frugal is the Chariot That bears a Human soul.            - Emily Dickinson In Emily Dickinson’s “A Book” she explores the idea that literature is a way for anyone to experience adventure regardless of their social standing. The tone Dickinson elegantly weaves into her poem is of wonder, beautifully set in the first two lines. She uses a simile, “There is no frigate like a book,” in which she compares the likeness of a warship to a book- a comparison that articulates how literature is a powerful weapon if used in the right way. “Nor any Coursers like a Page / Of prancing Poetry- ” is also a simile, with a little bit of added personification by saying “prancing Poetry”. Coursers are a swift horse, which leads me to infer that she meant nothing else can compare to how fast a page of writing can transport you to a different place. “This Traverse may the poorest take” explores the still relevant issue of social class differentiation. A book provides the opportunity of exploring and traveling to new places without the expense needed to physically travel- “Without oppress of Toll-”. “How frugal is the Chariot / That bears a Human soul” is a profound and powerful phrase to end this poem with a profound and powerful message. You don’t need expensive or flashy things to provide you with fulfillment, and sometimes something as simple as a book can provide you with enough satisfaction.

The Life That I Have The life that I have Is all that I have And the life that I have Is yours The love that I have Of the life that I have Is yours and yours and yours. A sleep I shall have A rest I shall have Yet death will be but a pause For the peace of my years In the long green grass Will be yours and yours and yours. - Leo Marks

is enchanting poem by Leo Marks evokes the tenderness and selflessness that comes with unconditional love, and how beautiful it is. e first stanza “e life that I have / Is all that I have / And the life that I have / Is yours” is a great example of repetition. It’s used effectively in this poem by using “I have” multiple times, a theme that continues throughout the rest of the poem. Another impactful use of repetition in this poem is Marks saying, “Is yours and yours and yours” and “Will be yours and yours and yours”. “Yet death will be but a pause / For the peace in my years / In the long green grass / Will be yours and yours and yours” represents the notion that to him, he will not let death linger upon him but his memory will instead linger on the blissful memories with his beloved. is poem’s theme is of selflessness and undying love, something that we all wish was found more in today’s society. “e Life at I Have” is, without a doubt, one of the most moving poems I have encountered. My Picture

Daffodils I wander lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vale and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of the bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such jocund company: I gazed- and gazed- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. - William Wordsworth

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“For oft, when on my couch I lie / In vacant or in pensive mood, / They flash upon the inward eye / Which is the bliss of solitude”. The most joyful memories stay with you throughout your life journey, and this is the optimistic message Wordsworth conveys throughout this thoughtful and insightful poetic experience. The mood of this poem transitions, beginning as sorrowful in the first two lines “I wander lonely as a cloud / That floats on high o’er vale and hills,” and begins to turn into wonder/joy throughout the bulk of the poem. The literary device that is used most heavily throughout this poem is personification as evidenced by lines such as “Fluttering and dancing in the breeze,” and “Tossing their heads back in sprightly dance”. Similes are also used throughout the poem to add depth. Wordsworth also used a complementary rhyme scheme, which enhanced the story being told and the tone of the poem. The author continues to describe the incredible experience of seeing such as breath-taking sight, and provokes thought of earth’s incredible majesty. “The Daffodils” makes you wonder that if we took more time to look at our earth, how much beauty could we discover.

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It Will Not Change It will not change now After so many years; Life has not broken it With parting or tears; Death will not alter it, It will live on In all my songs for you When I am gone. - Sara Teasdale “It Will Not Change” is a heartfelt and genuine message to someone who has passed on. Teasdale created the tone of this poem as to be mournful, but not in a dark way- in a tranquil manner. “It” is used in a symbolic way, and after reading the poem, it’s easy to come to the conclusion that it can only mean the love she shared with her partner. Teasdale included subtle rhyming schemes throughout the poem, which worked incredibly well with the poems message. “It will not change now / After so many years; / Life has not broken it / With parting or tears;” is a moving segment of the poem, explaining how even through relationship woes and issues, their love made it through the battle of life. “Death will not alter it,” articulates how their love will be unfazed by death and it’s hardships. The final lines of the poem, “It will live on / In all my songs for you / When I am gone.” are sorrowful yet filled with hope and compassion. Love is one of the only things that can survive through the ages, and through her mystifying poems, Sara Teasdale’s love will survive as well.

A Question A voice  said,  Look  me  in  the  stars   And  tell  me  truly,  men  of  earth,   If  all  the  soul-­‐and-­‐body  scars Were  not  too  much  to  pay  for  birth. -­‐  Robert  Lee  Frost

“A  Question”  by  Robert  Frost  is   simplistic,  yet  incredibly  thought   provoking.  Frost  applies  a  tuneful   rhyming  scheme  of  abab  making  the   poem  flow  wonderfully  and  fly  easily   off  the  tongue.  “A  voice  said,  Look  at   me  in  the  stars”-­‐  a  subjective  narrator   begins  the  poem  with  an  entrancing   statement,  pulling  the  reader  into  the   poem.  “Look  me  in  the  stars”  could   potentially  be  symbolism  of  the   mystery  narrator,  or  something  more   in  depth  such  as  giving   cause  to  think  deeper  inside  yourself   to  think  about  the  question  about  to   be  asked.  “And  tell  me  truly,  men  of   earth,  /  If  all  the  soul-­‐and-­‐body  scars  /   Were  not  too  much  to  pay  for  birth.”   These  final  lines  of  the  poem  leave  extreme  impact,  asking  the  mind-­‐turning  question  of   whether  or  not  it  is  worth  living  for  life  brings  pain,  and  pain  brings  sorrow.  But  maybe   those  are  some  of  the  things  that  make  life  beautiful  and  make  the  good  moments  special.  

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An Emotion It must be worth it for the warmth it brings The rapture, the devotion, the bliss It lifts your heart with the wonder it sings And heals all the wounds of your heart’s abyss Is it even worth the sadness it brings The misery, the heartache, the loathing It breaks your heart with the sorrow it sings And cracks your being in it’s imploring For the pure emotions it brought, I long The loss, the vacancy, the emptiness My heart will no longer change with song Letting it slip out of reach was remiss Love is such a perilous game to play But I’d rather feel than not any day - M.M. “An Emotion” is a heart wrenching articulation of the presence of love and all the emotions it brings- both good and bad- and the absence of love. It signifies how the absence of love is often worse than the pain that love brings. The tone/mood changes throughout the poem as the stanza’s progress; beginning with happiness, then moving to sadness, then to desolation. Throughout the first three stanzas of the poem, “it” is used as a subjective idea, nothing really solidifying what it meant until the rhyming cutlet at the end of the poem. The rhyming cutlet clarifies that “it” in fact always symbolized love. The similar ways the author began each of the 4 lines of each stanza similarly was likely to bring consistency throughout the poem and to more clearly compare the differentiations of love. Personification is used in the three stanzas by giving “it”- or love- the ability to “lift” or “break” your heart. Giving love a physical form is also shown through the phrase “Letting it slip out of reach was remiss”. The fluctuation of love is something everyone can relate to in some shape or form and oh what a powerful thing it can be.

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A cup of tea is a warm hug on a crisp day. It’s the way favorite sweater feels against your skin. It’s the . rtyour o f sound of rain falling against your bedroom window com at 2 in the morning. It’s the feeling you get when you think about that boy who sits in front of you in your History class. It’s the nostalgia you feel when you see old family pictures, the ones that remind you how blissful youth was. It’s singing to your favorite song with your best friends. A cup of tea is - M.M the feeling you get when someone says I love you.


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Fears Closed off from the world, A girl hides away From rejection From heartache Not knowing what to say Though long for more she may, The proposition Of pain Of humiliation Is far too much For her to open up. - M.M.

“Closed off from the world, / A girl hides away”- it is evident as soon as we delve into this poem that the author is trying to tell a story. This story is of a girl’s fearfulness of suffering, and her struggle to become more open despite it. Slight parallelism is used in each stanza by beginning a few sentences with “from” and/or “of”. This puts more significance into the words and their importance to the story, which leads me into another device used to drive the poem forward: line length. “Though long for more she may,” is an important part of the poem because it shows that the character is reaching for something more, but her fears are holding her back. Again, a lot of emphasis is put on the phrases “From rejection / From heartache” and “Of pain /of humiliation” because these are the fears that hold not only the character of this poem back, but hold us all back. There is a part of all of us, in all of us, that fears judgment and all of the possible heartbreaks life can cause us; it is something we all struggle with and something we must all learn to cope with.

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Yearning For Things Past

Quietly musingwhispered winds of nostalgia whip through me like ice - M.M. In this poem, the author uses the tone of wistfulness. The kireji takes form as the dash at the end of the first line as it is purposed to be used- a divider of ideas. In the second line, whispered winds of nostalgia , the use of personification is played with giving the wind a human attribute and adding depth to the poem. Through this choice the author helps to enforce the tone of the poem (wistfulness) and set mood, but to also to lead up to the final line and give it more resonance and power. In the final line, whip through me like ice, it is evident the author wants to leave their reader with a zing to make the poem, as said previously, more resonate and powerful.

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A purposeful word choice is that of the word whip as it is short, concise and if used in the right way, cogent. Alliteration is mildly used though the phrase whispered winds of nostalgia / whip through me like ice . The kigo of this poem is ice used to not only create the feel of a colder setting, but to also to, again, set mood and enforce tone. This poem gives voice to the hunger of nostalgia in all of us.

WHO OUGHT My mind it wanders, Heedlessly ponders Whether life In all of it’s divine power Is worth all the strife We waste by the hour When people are callous And filled with such malice When people abandon you With no second thought It makes me wonder who Even cares, and who ought - M.M.

In  this  cynical  free  verse  poem,  we  delve  into  a  more  serious  topic  of  the  struggle  for  man  to   be  good.  The  applied  rhyme  scheme  of  aabcbc  creates  an  impac;ul  rhythm,  one  that  carries  the   tone  of  the  poem.  The  tone  is  of  frustra<on,  frustra<on  of  the  havoc  humans  wreak  on  the  earth  and   on  each  other  every  day.  In  today’s  world  there  are  so  many  dire  issues  such  as  government   corrup<on  and  the  Syrian  war.  People  can  choose  between  the  moral  choice  and  the  immoral,  and   more  oAen  than  we  would  hope,  the  laBer  is  chosen.  “Is  it  worth  all  the  strife  /  We  waste  by  the   hour”  is  a  hard-­‐hiHng  and  provoking  statement.  It  is  clear  the  author  want’s  you  to  ask  yourself:     why  do  we  waste  so  much  of  our  energy  arguing  against  one  another  and  crea<ng  conflict?  “When   people  are  callous  /  And  filled  with  such  malice”  are  examples  of  the  authors  inten<onal  word   choices.  Others  less  significant  could  have  easily  replaced  the  words  “callous”  and  “malice”,  but   these  words  conveyed  a  deeper  investment  in  the  message  being  told.  The  final  lines  “It  makes  me   wonder  who  /  Even  cares,  and  who  ought”  leaves  the  reader  with  a  ques<on  that  one  need’s  to   reflect  deeply  upon:  Do  you  care?  

In Correlation To My Identity Throughout my poem anthology, I express just a few of the facets that make up my identity. The first theme I saw to my poem choices was wistfulness. The two poems I found that fit this category express slightly different aspects of my wistfulness. I often yearn for things to be as they were, not as they are: as evidenced in my first poem “Yearning For Things Past”, written by me. “Whispered winds of nostalgia / Whip though me like ice” articulates how with a snap of the fingers, I can be overcome by nostalgia and a painful longing for the simplicity of youth. I wish to be once again as carefree as a summer breeze and unburdened with the tragic truths of growing up. “Closed off from the world / A girl hides away”, Fear, written by me. As an introvert, it’s constantly a struggle for me to be more daring and put myself out there in new social situations. It’s something I have always struggled with and wish was different about me as it holds me back from trying new things and experiencing new opportunities. The pangs of anxiety and doubt weigh me down like an anchor, which I furiously attempt to swim against and reach the surface. I am wistful of everything I haven’t done and have yet to do; because really, I know I will always regret something I’ll have not done. The second area I delved into was that of experiencing life. The poems that represent this broad idea differ in how they represent the theme, but all do it with sincerity and resonance. While reading “The Daffodils” by William Wordsworth, I came across a concept that left a strong impression upon me- appreciating the beauty of the world around us. At the end of the poem, Wordsworth touched on another idea that I loved which was remembering these wonderful moments in times of dejection and sorrow as evidenced in the final stanza. I try to stop and appreciate the simpler things in life once in a while because, honestly, they are what make life worth living. “It’s the sound of rain against your bedroom window at 2 in the morning,” or “It’s the way your favorite sweater feels against your skin,” (from the poem “A Cup of Tea, written by me) are 2 examples I took that- even if for a moment- fill the hole of deficiency in my heart. Books are a way to fly me to a new place, a new life, a new body. “There is no frigate like a book / to take us lands away,” (“A Book”, Emily Dickinson) is a perfect articulation of how powerful a written words can become. When I find myself craving new experiences that aren’t possible, they suddenly are with the majesty that is literature. I also explored the idea of love & devotion- 2 things that are exceptionally important to me. I am a very loyal person and value devotion over anything else in love. In “The Life That I Have” Leo Marks displays a love that I so devotional, a type of love that I crave, a type of love I aspire to. This unending love is something I adore as much as you might adore your all time favorite book. As someone who has lost people, I not only want this type of love, I need it. This is why I connected so strongly to “It Will Not Change” by Sara Teasdale: “Death will not alter it / It will live on / In all my songs for you / When I am gone.” Love is probably to most fluctuating emotion. It can make your life as blissful as a fairytale, or- to put it simply- hell. But a life without love is no life at all and that is something I have undoubting faith in. As put in my poem “An Emotion”: “Love is such a perilous game to play / But I’d rather feel than not any day.” If you had just met me, you might not peg me for a very cynical person, but alas I am. Maybe it’s through my overexposing to the media or something I’ve picked up from observing the world over the few years I’ve been around, but I think that the human race is an overly glutinous, egomaniacal, and prejudiced species. The moment I stop believing that will be the moment I grow 2 more heads. In “Who Ought” (a poem by me), the question of “It makes me wonder who / even cares, and who ought,” is brought to surface and is a question I think about everyday. Even though I am part of it, I can’t help but constantly question the integrity of man and all it’s intentions. Everywhere I look there is pain and suffering and though life can be a terrible and wonderful thing; it makes me wonder whether life is in fact a gift. Maybe it is, and maybe I’m misguided in my hatred for the world I am a part of but looking out past the fogged veil that everyone encases their pain in, I can tell that pain is not an uncommon thing and it is this what truly breaks my heart.

Citations Poems • Dickinson, Emily. “A Book.” No publisher available. January 3, 2003. September 7, 2013. • Frost, Robert. “A Question.” July 18, 2011. No publisher available. January 3, 2003. September 7, 2013. • Marks, Leo. “The Like That I Have.” No publisher available. January 3, 2003. September 13, 2013. • Teasdale, Sara. “It Will Not Change.” No publisher available. December 31, 2002. September 9, 2013. • Wordsworth, William. “Daffodils.” No publisher available. January 3, 2003. September 16, 2013.

Images Abel Cajaraville Capote. “The ghost of broken mirror.” March 6, 2011. http:// Image. September 28, 2013. Joseph Padiernos. “On Purpose.” November 10, 2012. photos/oteppadiernos/8177782362/in/pool-63028098@N00/ Image. September 28, 2013. “Image of Earth taken by ESA's Rosetta spacecraft in 2009”. 2009. Image. September 28, 2013. Robert Howell. “Night Sky Landscapes | Yellowknife, Milkyway & Old Faithful.” July 20, 2013. September 29, 2013.


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