e.eeeeeeeeeeeeee

if you like my poems let them
by e.e. cummings

if you like my poems let them
walk in the evening,a little behind you

then people will say"Along this road i saw a princess pass
on her way to meet her lover(it was
toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."

I really like the simplicity of e.e.'s poems. he puts weight in every word, and never wastes space with too many. There's an airy, whimsical quality to this poem. Like the princess captured the poem, put it in a bottle and is carrying an aura behind her that makes it apparent that she's happy and flighty and on the way to someone she loves. The title fits in with the poem's simplicity. It's the first line of the poem, and isn't some mysterious, pretentious jumble of words some poets try to sell off as deep.
e.e. uses personification in the first two lines. he actually means the emotions or connotations attached to the words. He also uses imagery when describing the princess and servants. You can tell she's in her own little world and paying no mind to her servants, and they also don't realize the princess's excitement, love, or whatever you wanna call it.
I think the poem has a pretty happy tone. The princess and her lover don't seem to be having any problems. The fact that it's nightfall and that the servants are ignorant give a sense of freedom and rebellion to the relationship of the princess and lover.

i love e.eeeeeee

Apples

I really like apples. But only apple crisp and granny smith ones. My mom got me a caramel apple the other night, and it was just so delicious. The struggle your mouth endures is worth the sweet nectar of the impeccable combination of fruit and topping.

Also, I just found out last night that I'm going to NYC over MEA with my mommyyy! yayyyy.

class went by so fast, gotta go

Blogger Tuesday

1. I've only thought of one title so far. I really like it but just hope what I'm trying to convey gets across. It's "Courage in the Stealth."
My story's about my uncle Pete's schizophrenia and his journey back into civilization. I contrast it at the beginning with a typically heroic story of my other uncle. So hopefully it's obvious by the end that Pete's struggle, though unfamiliar to most, is nonetheless something of bravery.

"Pete in the Real World"
"Hello, My Name is Pete and I'm Schizophrenic"
"My Family Just Wants My Money"


I think i'll stick with the first one? Thoughts?

BLOGGY BLOG BLOG

Today at lunch me and my "friend" Heidi went to a beautiful little Edina cul de sac to eat lunch. It was a beautiful day and although my milk got a little warm, it was a pleasant afternoon outdoors. I really like the pink folder i have for physical universe. I had a test in that class yesterday that I was worried about but it was really easy so that made me happy.

AND CASSEN SAID HI TO ME AND HEIDI FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER TODAY!!!


HE'S NOT A MUTE!!!!

Personal Narrative

The lights were blinding. Through the dense crowd, I made out the title of a stadium that proclaimed for all to see the name given to me, my father and those before him. I never knew my Uncle Tom that well, but I knew enough to realize what a blessing he was to all that knew him. Surviving the Vietnam War gave Tom a new perspective on life and a sincere appreciation for each new breath he was allowed to take. He never had been all that religious, but having this second chance at life compelled him to invest more time in God. He packed up his things, moved to the dirtiest part of a city most of us associate with glamous, and became a Saletian Brother at East L.A. Catholic School. He intended to improve the lives of the underprivileged Hispanis community by educating them and instilling the same gratitude for life that he learned at a much greater cost.
I never knew the particulars of his life until it was over. A throng of grown Hispanis men stood weeping in front of a commemorative slideshow, visually confirming the impact one man had. They took turns shaking my family's hands, but little did they know, one member was missing. My Uncle Pete has a far less inspiring story.











I'M NOT DONE, NOT EVEN CLOSE

Zelda

Ok so I have two cats.

An old orange guy named Simba. He's grumpy.
I've never told him, but I actually like the young black and white one named Zelda better.
She's quite playful and full of zest. She reminds me that there's always time to play in life. Sometimes though..I gotta admit..Zelda gets annoying. When my friends are sleeping over, Zelda crawls all over our heads, gets tangled in our hair, and takes up the best part of the bed. It's quite selfish of her. But how could I not love that little bundle of fun? I'LL ALWAYS LOVE ZELDA!!



things i'd love to write about: friends, summer, lake swims, laying in grass, sneezing, ok class is over i'll add more later.