Second Poem Post

I tattoo the lost on my heart

Their names curling round my veins-

Memories rushing through my blood-

their names my pulse-

I shed tears as the needle pierces

The wound raw and open.

My creative process was quite simple in writing this poem. When reading Emily Dickinson, I was drawn to her fascination of death and how she portrays her emotions. Even though she is not a modernist writer, I still wanted to talk about how I modeled her form with dashes, which emphasizes the intensity of the emotions I felt when writing this. I also love her work so it was fun to model it.

What does it feel like to be the winner, to claim the trophy

and hold it in your hand?

To see your glorious reflection in the polished metal

and know you have won

To stand on top the losers

and know you have won

O losers, O the poor non victorious

O how you must crave the taste of victory

and know you have won

O let me climb the ranks

O let society loosen its grip on numbers

On gold, silver and bronze

Let us all be one

In this game of life.

I based this poem after reading through Marianne Moore’s “In distrust of Merit’s” I thought about what could be going through her head when she wrote her poem and took those thoughts and rolled them around through my head, to find my own words. After I found them, I simply put them down. I used the repetition of “and know you have won” for emphasis, and to give a bitter taste for the word “won”. I also wanted to make the reader wonder if anything has really been gained by the unseen victory. Moore starts her poem with a question, and I liked how this immediately makes the reader think. I also liked her use of to grab the readers, so I decided to use and anaphora for it.



Poetry Analysis

For the poetry analysis I did the Hollow Men by T.S. Elliot.

When I first started to read this poem, the first line struck me: “we are the hollow men. We are the stuffed men” This creates such and interesting imagery of a sort of soulless breed. The image is haunting and tinged with a satirical tone. As my mind wrapped around this image, I was suddenly struck with the idea of soldiers, possibly pointing towards World War II and Nazi’s who had been brainwashed: “Headpiece filled with straw.” The line “shape without form, shape without color” is very interesting. This presented an image of a mass of soldiers, marching into battle, simply one shape, no individual “form” or “shape” as they march towards “death’s other kingdom”

The Second Paragraph is seemingly layered with what seems an individual soldiers guilt of his victims: “Eyes I dare not meet in dreams.” The second paragraph seems to be referring to a battle and how unearthly it is: “Deaths dream kingdom” as in the remains from the battle is just a feast for death, because so many have died. The Third stanza seems to further the battle scene, but it gives a holier image, one of the dead going to heaven, leaving earth because they gave their lives: “are raised, here they receive. The supplication of a dead man’s hand, Under the twinkle of a fading star” The fourth stanza then left me with the impression that the men who are left behind, to deal with “The broken jaw of our lost kingdom” I asked myself: “Is Eliot saying its better to be dead ┬áin the world of war than alive?” and the last line of stanza 5 points to that “This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but with a whimper” This “whimper” presents a pleading sort of tone, as in the person or people are begging for death instead of resisting it “with a bang”

Overall, Elliot chooses strange imagery, but it leaves one with a feeling that it has a several meanings and choices behind each word. This is a stunning technique that leaves the reader haunted but craving for more explanation.