Okay for my english hw, my teacher told us to compare the works of anne sexton and sylvia plath, so im just stuck right now, could u guys give me the similarities and the differences of the two artists' works?
Stuck in a rut and need help....
My professor had us read "Cathedral by: Raymond Carver" and "Cinderella by: Anne Sexton". He wants us to write a 3-5 page paper on "What can Cinderella learn from Cathedral?" I've spent the past 2 hours just trying to figure out how they even relate. I'm not asking for you to do my assignment. I just need to know what she can learn from Cathedral and why see needs to learn that. A short sentence just so I can be enlightened and my head will stop hurting from all this. Not asking you to do my assignment....Thanks!!!
How does Anne Sexton apply imagery to develop the theme in "Courage"?
Courage
It is in the small things we see it.
The child’s first step,
as awesome as an earthquake.
The first time you rode a bike,
wallowing up the sidewalk.
The first spanking when your heart
went on a journey all alone.
When they called you crybaby
or poor or fatty or crazy
and made you into an alien,
you drank their acid
and concealed it.
Later,
if you faced the death of bombs and bullets
you did not do it with a banner,
you did it with only a hat to
comver your heart.
You did not fondle the weakness inside you
though it was there.
Your courage was a small coal
that you kept swallowing.
If your buddy saved you
and died himself in so doing,
then his courage was not courage,
it was love; love as simple as shaving soap.
Later,
if you have endured a great despair,
then you did it alone,
getting a transfusion from the fire,
picking the scabs off your heart,
then wringing it out like a sock.
Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow,
you gave it a back rub
and then you covered it with a blanket
and after it had slept a while
it woke to the wings of the roses
and was transformed.
Later,
when you face old age and its natural conclusion
your courage will still be shown in the little ways,
each spring will be a sword you’ll sharpen,
those you love will live in a fever of love,
and you’ll bargain with the calendar
and at the last moment
when death opens the back door
you’ll put on your carpet slippers
and stride out.
-Anne Sexton
No Losers Please
I read her ad on the dating site
I have a heart of gold
I love to be spoiled
I hate drama
I want someone with goals
No losers please
But, I’m a poet
A dreamer
A published poet
But, still a dreamer
e.e. cummings is still my hero
I read his book again yesterday
I actually enjoy reading poetry journals
I liked what Robert Frost had to say
Another hero of mine
I'm still awed by Maya Angelou
And how I identify with her pain
I'm reading Anne Sexton now
Sad story, hers was
I know poetry doesn’t pay that much
But I hope to print my own bumper stickers
And sell a few of those
And maybe sell a greeting card or two
It doesn’t really count for anything
For those people who are counting things
For those people who are busy
Who have forgotten how to dream
Whose dreams no longer matter
Just slaves to all of the demands on their time
And what everyone expects of them
But me, I refuse to be bound by all these things
I write and I dream
And I dream more
And I write more
They read my poem on PBS on Point of View
And I got up and read some of my poems on the stage
And my poems have been in print
But still I go from place to place
And dream to dream
Capturing the little pieces along the way
Taking the time to stop and take a picture
But instead using words
Noticing the oddities of life
Noticing my dreams
While everyone else is too busy
As they do their duty
But their dreams are dead
So, whose the loser?
The responsible one whose dreams are gone
Or the dreamer who still sees the unseen?
Only time will tell
I don't believe there was a photo on the book.
Does anyone have the title?
No it wasn't either of those.
I believe the front cover of the book was white, with a thin magenta border. I don't think it had a picture. It's so long ago, that I can't remember.
Dylan Thomas, Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath to name just a few.
HP Yes, I know suicide isn't confined to poets. I just sincerely ache for talent that feel the jump off the edge is the only path to take.
Thanks for answering.
mtheory Thanks for answering, so ...
Puppylove your taking my question too literally. I am more curious to hear from YA poets who write on the darker side how they express themselves and their darksides.
I have recently come across some of Ms. Sexton's brilliant work. A poet myself I often search for inspiration from the great many literate minds. She was phenomenal, but when I read about her on wikipedia it stated she had commented on her poems a previous year to her actual suicide, to not have her poems published until she was gone. I can't find to much of anything else. But it seems to me, that she had it all planned out step by step. Is this true or even close? Thanks
Courage
It is in the small things we see it.
The child’s first step,
as awesome as an earthquake.
The first time you rode a bike,
wallowing up the sidewalk.
The first spanking when your heart
went on a journey all alone.
When they called you crybaby
or poor or fatty or crazy
and made you into an alien,
you drank their acid
and concealed it.
Later,
if you faced the death of bombs and bullets
you did not do it with a banner,
you did it with only a hat to
comber your heart.
You did not fondle the weakness inside you
though it was there.
Your courage was a small coal
that you kept swallowing.
If your buddy saved you
and died himself in so doing,
then his courage was not courage,
it was love; love as simple as shaving soap.
Later,
if you have endured a great despair,
then you did it alone,
getting a transfusion from the fire,
picking the scabs off your heart,
then wringing it out like a sock.
Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow,
you gave it a back rub
and then you covered it with a blanket
and after it had slept a while
it woke to the wings of the roses
and was transformed.
Later,
when you face old age and its natural conclusion
your courage will still be shown in the little ways,
each spring will be a sword you’ll sharpen,
those you love will live in a fever of love,
and you’ll bargain with the calendar
and at the last moment
when death opens the back door
you’ll put on your carpet slippers
and stride out.
-Anne Sexton
Questions:
1. Who is the speaker?
2. How many stanzas are there?
3. Identify the 3 similes.
4. Identify the 5 things being personified.
5. Identify the 7 metaphors and what they represent.
6. Identify the 2 alliterations.
7. Identify the refrain in the poem.
8. What is the whole poem a metaphor for?
9. What is the meaning of the poem?
i have to answer some questions about this poem like: what is the tone, setting(time), setting(place), who is she speaking to, and if it has any allusions. Please help.
I am writing a paper for my English class, and I need to analyze Sexton's "Courage," specifically looking for metaphors and other uses of figurative language that helps to get her point accross. Can anyone help me out? Thanks!
Courage
It is in the small things we see it. 1
The child's first step, 2
as awesome as an earthquake. 3
The first time you rode a bike, 4
wallowing up the sidewalk. 5
The first spanking when your heart 6
went on a journey all alone. 7
When they called you crybaby 8
or poor or fatty or crazy 9
and made you into an alien, 10
you drank their acid 11
and concealed it. 12
Later, 13
if you faced the death of bombs and bullets 14
you did not do it with a banner, 15
you did it with only a hat to 16
cover your heart. 17
You did not fondle the weakness inside you 18
though it was there. 19
Your courage was a small coal 20
that you kept swallowing. 21
If your buddy saved you 22
and died himself in so doing, 23
then his courage was not courage, 24
it was love; love as simple as shaving soap. 25
Later,
if you have endured a great despair, 26
then you did it alone, 27
getting a transfusion from the fire, 28
picking the scabs off your heart, 29
then wringing it out like a sock. 30
Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow, 31
you gave it a back rub 32
and then you covered it with a blanket 33
and after it had slept a while 34
it woke to the wings of the roses 35
and was transformed. 36
Later, 37
when you face old age and its natural conclusion 38
your courage will still be shown in the little ways, 39
each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen, 40
those you love will live in a fever of love, 41
and you'll bargain with the calendar 42
and at the last moment 43
when death opens the back door 44
you'll put on your carpet slippers 45
and stride out. 46
Please i want some help, if there is anybody knows a site which gives the full and line by line analysis... Please any help immediately??
Please i want some help, if there is anybody knows a site which gives the full and line by line analysis... Please any help immediately??
it's a poem by Anne Sexton, which written for her parents death....
Please i want immediate help, as soon as possible...
I need to find a piece of music that compliments the poem
"The Truth the Dead Know" by Anne Sexton
Here's a link
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15298
I was aiming for classical, but whatever works.
The mood? I was thinking longing, lonely, depressed, angry
I'm at wits end with this, so any help is appreciated
Thank you :]
I need a third Anne Sexton love (poem about love... not necessarily romantic) poem.
I already have "for my lover returning to his wife" and "cinderella".
any other ones?
I'm writing my junior thesis on her and need a good controversial topic about her poetry. Sources and both sides of the controversy would be great please!
I somehow just cant manage it, the words in my head sound so stupid and when i write them i either forget or realise that it sounds totally stupid. I love the works of carol anne duffy and anne sexton and their style of writing and id love to be able to write like that but i just cant, please help me
I would like to cite the forward of "The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton," which is written by Maxine Kumin. The forward, that is, not the poems themselves, which are by Sexton.
I'm not sure how to do that. I know how to cite a book by MLA guidelines, but I can't give credit to Sexton where it is due to Kumin. Can anyone help me with this? If you could, it would be much appreciated, because the outline for my research paper is due soon. Thanks!
For language arts, I have to pick and memorize a poem.
I wanted a poem that has a deep meaning, that 15 year olds would understand
Lovey, dark, rebellious, or sweet is what I'm looking for
If you guys can't help me there, I was thinking of doing
Raccoon by Anne Sexton
Yay, or Nay?
But please give recommendations with links!
And not too long, as I have a terrible memory!
i'm trying to combine the suicides of the three poets, anne sexton, sylvia plath and virginia woolf into one topic for an investigative essay? ideas? thesis statement?
I am doing a project for english class where i have to choose a poet then analyze to of their poems.
I am having trouble deciding between:
Maya Angelou-http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/angelou/poems-ma.html
- Still I Rise
- Million Man March
- Preacher Don't Send Me
Billy Collins-http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/billy_collins/poems
- The Revenant
- The Art of Drowning
Sylvia Plath-http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/sylvia_plath/poems
- Daddy
- Cut
Anne Sexton-http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/anne_sexton/poems
- I Remember
- Anna Who Was Mad?
- For the Year of the Insane
- For God While Sleeping
Was just curious, because I cannot locate any publish or writing dates for the poem, or other poems by her, online. I need the dates respective to various stages in her life and psychoanalysis to establish certain arguments for a paper. Is there any way I can locate these dates? Thanks.
Sorry, the poem is called "The Other", not "Others"
Do you think I follow the genre of confessional poetry?
By no means am I comparing myself to W.D. Snodgrass, Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, etc.
Just wondering - and also wondering - Do I say too much?
Honesty please.
"Poetry led me by the hand out of madness." - Anne Sexton
Clear as day maddamsel
can you help me find literary devices in anne sexton's poem "You Doctor Martin"?
if you could just specify where you find the literary device in the poem, that'd be great!! :)
here's the poem:
You, Doctor Martin, walk
from breakfast to madness. Late August,
I speed through the antiseptic tunnel
where the moving dead still talk
of pushing their bones against the thrust
of cure. And I am queen of this summer hotel
or the laughing bee on a stalk
of death. We stand in broken
lines and wait while they unlock
the doors and count us at the frozen gates
of dinner. The shibboleth is spoken
and we move to gravy in our smock
of smiles. We chew in rows, our plates
scratch and whine like chalk
in school. There are no knives
for cutting your throat. I make
moccasins all morning. At first my hands
kept empty, unraveled for the lives
they used to work. Now I learn to take
them back, each angry finger that demands
I mend what another will break
tomorrow. Of course, I love you;
you lean above the plastic sky,
god of our block, prince of all the foxes.
The breaking crowns are new
that Jack wore.
Your third eye
moves among us and lights the separate boxes
where we sleep or cry.
What large children we are
here. All over I grow most tall
in the best ward. Your business is people,
you call at the madhouse, an oracular
eye in our nest. Out in the hall
the intercom pages you. You twist in the pull
of the foxy children who fall
like floods of life in frost.
And we are magic talking to itself,
noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins
forgotten. Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
counting this row and that row of moccasins
waiting on the silent shelf.
i need to know what this poem means, or the message she is telling us with this poem:
A thousand doors ago
when I was a lonely kid
in a big house with four
garages and it was summer
as long as I could remember,
I lay on the lawn at night,
clover wrinkling over me,
the wise stars bedding over me,
my mother's window a funnel
of yellow heat running out,
my father's window, half shut,
an eye where sleepers pass,
and the boards of the house
were smooth and white as wax
and probably a million leaves
sailed on their strange stalks
as the crickets ticked together
and I, in my brand new body,
which was not a woman's yet,
told the stars my questions
and thought God could really see
the heat and the painted light,
elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.
please and thank you (:
I have to do a project for my lit class and i would like to pick a modern poet.
Maya Angelou Mathew Arnold Margaret Atwood
W.H. Auden Wendell Berry Elizabeth Bishop
Jorge Luis Borges William Blake Anne Bradstreet
Gwendolyn Brooks Emily Brontë Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Robert Browning Lord Byron William Cullen Bryant
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Billy Collins Countee Cullen
e.e. cummings Emily Dickinson H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)
John Donne Paul Laurence Dunbar T. S. Eliot
Ralph Waldo Emerson Robert Frost Khalil Gibran
Allen Ginsberg Robert Graves Thomas Hardy
Seamus Heaney George Herbert Robert Herrick
Gerard Manley Hopkins A.E. Houseman Langston Hughes
Randall Jarrell Ben Johnson John Keats
Rudyard Kipling Philip Larkin C. S. Lewis
Katherine Mansfield Andrew Marvell Claude McKay
Edna St. Vincent Millay John Milton Marianne Moore
Pablo Neruda Sharon Olds Dorothy Parker
Sylvia Plath Edgar Allan Poe Ezra Pound
Sir Walter Raleigh Adrienne Rich Edwin Arlington Robinson
Theodore Roethke Christina Rossetti Carl Sandburg
Anne Sexton William Shakespeare Percy Bysshe Shelley
Wallace Stevens Lord Alfred Tennyson Dylan Thomas
Jean Toomer Phillis Wheatley Walt Whitman
Richard Wilbur William Carlo Williams William Butler Yeats
this is for the poem "Young" by anne sexton:
i need 2 poetic elements other than line, stanza, rhyme, or rhyme scheme.
and analyze the poem's theme.
please this is a huge project and i just need help in this part of it.
here is the poem:
A thousand doors ago
when I was a lonely kid
in a big house with four
garages and it was summer
as long as I could remember,
I lay on the lawn at night,
clover wrinkling over me,
the wise stars bedding over me,
my mother's window a funnel
of yellow heat running out,
my father's window, half shut,
an eye where sleepers pass,
and the boards of the house
were smooth and white as wax
and probably a million leaves
sailed on their strange stalks
as the crickets ticked together
and I, in my brand new body,
which was not a woman's yet,
told the stars my questions
and thought God could really see
the heat and the painted light,
elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight.
I'm in poetry reading and we only have a few poem books to chose from, one's Anne Sexton (amazing, by the way), and the other is a bunch of obscure poems that no one reads..
So I was going to go get some books, any recommendations? Would be greatly appreciated.. :]
Well, I mean, we're reading these outloud for a judge and such, so poems that sound good when spoken, it can really be anyone or about anything
Thanks to those who have answered though!
This is the poem.I need to write a paper on it:
Ringing The Bells
bye Anne Sexton
And this is the way they ring
the bells in Bedlam
and this is the bell-lady
who comes each Tuesday morning
to give us a music lesson
and because the attendants make you go
and because we mind by instinct,
like bees caught in the wrong hive,
we are the circle of the crazy ladies
who sit in the lounge of the mental house
and smile at the smiling woman
who passes us each a bell,
who points at my hand
that holds my bell, E flat,
and this is the grey dress next to me
who grumbles as if it were special
to be old, to be old,
and this is the small hunched squirrel girl
on the other side of me
who picks at the hairs over her lip,
who picks at the hairs over her lip all day,
and this is how the bells really sound,
as untroubled and clean
as a workable kitchen,
and this is always my bell responding
to my hand that responds to the lady
who points at me, E flat;
and although we are no better for it,
they tell you to go. And you do.
Please help. I don't know where I can find analysis on this poem, and I'm sort of confused about it.
I need help with this cause im doing an essay and im not sure how to show this in a transition with the song dancing with the devil so. can someone explain to me what this means?? in depth or something please please please!!
It comes oozing
out of flowers at night,
it comes out of the rain
if a snake looks skyward,
it comes out of chairs and tables
if you don't point at them and say their names.
It comes into your mouth while you sleep,
pressing in like a washcloth.
Beware. Beware.
If you meet a cross-eyed person
you must plunge into the grass,
alongside the chilly ants,
fish through the green fingernails
and come up with the four-leaf clover
or your blood with congeal
like cold gravy.
If you run across a horseshoe,
passerby,
stop, take your hands out of your pockets
and count the nails
as you count your children
or your money.
Otherwise a sand flea will crawl in your ear
and fly into your brain
and the only way you'll keep from going mad
is to be hit with a hammer every hour.
If a hunchback is in the elevator with you
don't turn away,
immediately touch his hump
for his child will be born from his back tomorrow
and if he promptly bites the baby's nails off
(so it won't become a thief)
that child will be holy
and you, simple bird that you are,
may go on flying.
When you knock on wood,
and you do,
you knock on the Cross
and Jesus gives you a fragment of His body
and breaks an egg in your toilet,
giving up one life
for one life.
I like contemporary or modern poetry more than old poetry. for instance i don't really like robert frost, emily dickinson, edgar allen poe, etc. i like sylvia plath, michael ondaajte, anne sexton etc...help please :)
im writitng an inferno,like dante's inferno for school, but its really difficult to think of ways to torture my people in hell. my hell is in a psychiatric hospital and my guide is anne sexton. there are 6 levels, one the first level has people who dont take their medicine and did bad things because of that.
the next level has the self mutilators
then theres the suicides,
then theres the sex sex offenders,
then theres the peodophiles,
and on the last level is the murderers.
please help,i need to write it tonight to turn in tomorrow!! thanks so much in advance.
im writitng an inferno,like dante's inferno for school, but its really difficult to think of ways to torture my people in hell. my hell is in a psychiatric hospital and my guide is anne sexton. there are 6 levels, one the first level has people who dont take their medicine and did bad things because of that.
the next level has the self mutilators
then theres the suicides,
then theres the sex sex offenders,
then theres the peodophiles,
and on the last level is the murderers.
please help,i need to write it tonight to turn in tomorrow!! thanks so much in advance.
Cite the following poem for me using MLA format. I looked in my book and it is not in there and I have been working on this for the past 6 hours. The poem is "The Truth the Dead Know" by Anne Sexton. Thanks in advance.
