Ah, Shakespeare
I really love my English class, especially with Ma'am Den Pasilaban. Critics say that they don't really learn anything from her, because she returns the students' questions, and gives more queries herself. That at the end of the class, they only got even more confused as as it is. But I like Ms. Pasilaban. I like that the class is not formal, because learning should not be. I like that when we try to study something, it's like simple conversation. Everything is subjective in literature, and that makes it beautiful I guess. Maybe she doesn't answer questions because she doesn't want to limit us. She wants us to make our own analysis. Maybe.
My favorite movie for 6 years now is The Messenger. But since yesterday I now have two. The other being a movie that we watched for homeroom. Life is Beautiful is La Vita e Bella in Italian. It's Italian with English subtitles. At first that seemed a great reason for apathy, but the language actually enriched everything.
So now Life is Beautiful is my favorite movie. And The Messenger, still!
Going back to my English class, we're discussing poetry this time. I never really had that much psyche for poetry, but I did like some poems before, including Flowers and Tears. I guess what ruins poetry is when everyone tries to make a poem.
We're supposed to bring our favorite poem to class on Monday, and I don't have a particular one. I did enjoy my collection of Robert Frost from way back, but I can't remember one that I really liked, though I'm sure there is. Then again, songs are poems as well. But I don't want to bring a song. I hate the grammar of some songs, even those I like.
Pablo Neruda's poems are nice, but they're too lovey dovey. Haha. It's not me. I like them cold, not hot with a dash of pink.
But here are some poems by Pablo Neruda. He's won a Nobel in Literature.
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Source: http://plagiarist.com/poetry/4633/
AND
I Do Not Love You
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Source: http://www.public.asu.edu
I think these two poems are really nice. And they have almost the same titles! Coincidence.
I had this next poem on my dorm study table UNTIL the evil dorm manager threw my desk cover, yes, along with my butterfly stickers, kitkat wrapper, and really nice notes! I am SO glad I don't live in that dorm anymore.
Flowers and Tears
By Crucifix
The nightingale's singing seems sadder than usual
Its sweet trilling melancholic
As depressing as my thoughts are of her
She smelled of flowers and tears
And I wanted to hold her.
Her black eyes reflected the moon
As she stood watching
The sweet smell of flowers and tears hovered,
Lingered in the aura of the salty sea
Where she stood
Alone
And I wanted to hold her.
The grass droops more than usual
In the parching rays of summer
Dropping as I droop my head
At the memory of her
She smelled of flowers and tears
And I wanted to hold her.
Under the naked stars that struggle
To outshine the moon
I wanted to hold her
The scent of flowers and tears
Captivating, intoxicating-
While the moon in its turn
Struggles to break free off the clouds
While she was so near
That I could've held her if I wanted to
And I wanted to
But her mourning shielded her from me
She smelled of flowers and tears
And I wanted to hold her.
Source: The Bicol Scholar (January-May 2005)
I like this poem because I can actually smell the scent of flowers and tears. And I like that smell, though I only experienced it through poetry. I think it's really beautiful, and this could be my favorite poem.
I like sad girls, and this girl seemed so pretty and simple. She's hurting, she smells of tears she cried, or wish to cry. The persona wants to hold her in his arms, and it would feel really nice to hold her. But she was shielded by her emotions. It seemed she didn't want to be touched.
It's like loving someone through imagery, the setting. As she hurts, he hurts even more. This is through the desire to comfort her. To hold her in his arms.
I really like this one because it's just right for me. Not too mushy. And not ugly (some poems are pathetic. I make pathetic poems as well. You know those that don't make sense kasi mababaw.)
Well, if you have a nice poem to share, send me the link! I might like it enough to bring to class. I think Ma'am Den will make us identify the elements of poetry in it. And do analysis.
Btw, there's no Shakespeare here.
My favorite movie for 6 years now is The Messenger. But since yesterday I now have two. The other being a movie that we watched for homeroom. Life is Beautiful is La Vita e Bella in Italian. It's Italian with English subtitles. At first that seemed a great reason for apathy, but the language actually enriched everything.
So now Life is Beautiful is my favorite movie. And The Messenger, still!
Going back to my English class, we're discussing poetry this time. I never really had that much psyche for poetry, but I did like some poems before, including Flowers and Tears. I guess what ruins poetry is when everyone tries to make a poem.
We're supposed to bring our favorite poem to class on Monday, and I don't have a particular one. I did enjoy my collection of Robert Frost from way back, but I can't remember one that I really liked, though I'm sure there is. Then again, songs are poems as well. But I don't want to bring a song. I hate the grammar of some songs, even those I like.
Pablo Neruda's poems are nice, but they're too lovey dovey. Haha. It's not me. I like them cold, not hot with a dash of pink.
But here are some poems by Pablo Neruda. He's won a Nobel in Literature.
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Source: http://plagiarist.com/poetry/4633/
AND
I Do Not Love You
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Source: http://www.public.asu.edu
I think these two poems are really nice. And they have almost the same titles! Coincidence.
I had this next poem on my dorm study table UNTIL the evil dorm manager threw my desk cover, yes, along with my butterfly stickers, kitkat wrapper, and really nice notes! I am SO glad I don't live in that dorm anymore.
Flowers and Tears
By Crucifix
The nightingale's singing seems sadder than usual
Its sweet trilling melancholic
As depressing as my thoughts are of her
She smelled of flowers and tears
And I wanted to hold her.
Her black eyes reflected the moon
As she stood watching
The sweet smell of flowers and tears hovered,
Lingered in the aura of the salty sea
Where she stood
Alone
And I wanted to hold her.
The grass droops more than usual
In the parching rays of summer
Dropping as I droop my head
At the memory of her
She smelled of flowers and tears
And I wanted to hold her.
Under the naked stars that struggle
To outshine the moon
I wanted to hold her
The scent of flowers and tears
Captivating, intoxicating-
While the moon in its turn
Struggles to break free off the clouds
While she was so near
That I could've held her if I wanted to
And I wanted to
But her mourning shielded her from me
She smelled of flowers and tears
And I wanted to hold her.
Source: The Bicol Scholar (January-May 2005)
I like this poem because I can actually smell the scent of flowers and tears. And I like that smell, though I only experienced it through poetry. I think it's really beautiful, and this could be my favorite poem.
I like sad girls, and this girl seemed so pretty and simple. She's hurting, she smells of tears she cried, or wish to cry. The persona wants to hold her in his arms, and it would feel really nice to hold her. But she was shielded by her emotions. It seemed she didn't want to be touched.
It's like loving someone through imagery, the setting. As she hurts, he hurts even more. This is through the desire to comfort her. To hold her in his arms.
I really like this one because it's just right for me. Not too mushy. And not ugly (some poems are pathetic. I make pathetic poems as well. You know those that don't make sense kasi mababaw.)
Well, if you have a nice poem to share, send me the link! I might like it enough to bring to class. I think Ma'am Den will make us identify the elements of poetry in it. And do analysis.
Btw, there's no Shakespeare here.