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Posté le 18 novembre 2014 - par therhythmofwords
Poetry : a way of expression ?
In this article, I would try to discuss in which sens poetry can be considered as a way of expression. Roughly speaking, it is often said rules lock creativity. In figurative painting for example, swarm of beginners think instructions lock creativity. If the teacher ask for drawing a landscape with a church, pupil can think it is not a painting really from him, because it is not what he really wants to do. However, perhaps creativity resides in the composition of landscape and the way to draw the church far more than in the theme. In poetry, for some authors poetry rules lock creativity. Indeed, in a first approach there is few words which could fairly describe a given situation. It seems the rules of poetry restrict again this choice. This apparent contradiction could be solved in a first part. Even more, nowadays it is thought not only poetry rules lock creativity but also language rules. There are poems where syntax rules are broken. However it appears without language codes, communication is in danger. The place of communication and consequently the place of the reader in creation is put at stake. It could be the object of a second part. Finally, the poetry works on sound as well as on sense, creating a new use of language. This non-restrictive language reveals more possibilities for the expression of a life perception. It could be a third time in argumentation.
This article corresponds to the introduction of a made-up commentary. I think school commentary process is convincing at writting.
Posté le 4 novembre 2014 - par therhythmofwords
November night
Hello !
I choose this week a poem by Adelaide Crapsey. Adelaide Crapsey was an American poet. She was born in 1878 in New-York and she died in 1914. (Thus, she dead young whereas she was just thirty-six years old.) She started a teaching career in 1901. She was sadly diagnosed with tuberculosis a short time afterwards. She hid her illness until her death. She didn’t talk about, even with her close family. However, she often wrote about her illness.
She created a new variation on the cinquain influenced by the Japanese haiku. (The cinquain is a form with five lines.) The author presented in the previous article, Carl Sandburg, wrote a poem about her.
The poem November night is quite short. It is a really evocative one. In my opinion, read or write daily things is enjoyable. Having a such break rests. Furthermore, it lays the emphasize on real sensations instead of considerate it doesn’t matter.
Then, I post you an other poem called “Fall, leaves, fall”. There are similarities between the two. “Fall, leaves, fall” was also written in the nineteenth century. It is about autumn. This time, the poet takes place in the scene. I prefer “November night” for it’s not as lyric as the other.
November Night
Listen. .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
Adelaide Craspey
Some words :
faint : léger, faible
passing : passager, éphémère
frost : givré
crisped : qui craque
Fall, leaves, fall
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
Emily Brontê