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The curse

I found really difficult to write about this short story. It is a story where no life is mentioned. I perceive only destruction. Despite this feeling, I found two elements that reflect some hope which are the church and the river. The river seems to be the only thing that is moving in the story. Water usually represents purity and also a new beginning( I believe that this story is not an exception in this issue). Therefore I think that the author is trying to create a sense of awareness towards nuclear weapons on the readers.( he sets a depressing scene but still give us some hope). Although words as glow, glimmering, fire, are all mention in the story I feel darkness prevails during the whole story.

17 Century poetry

Hush a By Baby

 

'Hush a by baby, on the tree top,


When the wind blows the cradle will rock;


When the bough breaks,

 the cradle will fall,


And down will come baby,

cradle and all.'

 

This well known lullaby is still sung today to babies all over the world. It is thought to have been written by one of the ‘Pilgrims’ (religious emigrants) who sailed to America on the ship The Mayflower in 1620. The author may have been inspired to write the lullaby after witnessing the Native American practice of hanging a baby’s cradle in a tree to rock them to sleep in the breeze.


 

I believe that lullabies have a very “ sweet” meaning. I think mothers not only from remote places but from different periods  as well, felt just the same than mothers of this time. For me Lullabies are extemporal poetry. I have found this song ,which  I used to listen to when I was a child. It is  a recreation of this lullaby. I consider it really beautiful and I don’t know its origins till now.

 


'Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird don't sing,
Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's going to buy you a billy goat.

And if that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull.

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark,
Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.'

From a fig to my best remembers.

Leaning against a Fig tree while I was reading a book during a hot summer day, I wondered why there were so many flies buzzing all around me. I stared at one of those small flying insects that was devouring pleasantly an open fig and I remembered myself climbing that tree in order to get the same treasure the fly had got in its mouth: soft sweet fruit, deep flesh under a purple and green skin, full of small red seeds in its interior similar to our veins which carry red blood under our skin. Feeling joyful and blessed by my memories of old days in my grandmother’s house I continued reading my book with a huge smile on my face.

Multi -Genre Self Portrait Anthology

My Poems

 "I am from poem"

I am from an Imaginary Land,

where colourful doubts command,

I believe in permanent movement,

which can clear my mind,

I am from an Imaginary Land.

"Image Poem"

Tired they rest

in my wardrobe

orange dust covers them

till the next weekend 

the'll play again.

Waiting to get out,

and run in the direction of

yellow balls.

Slide on the dust 

What a match!

List Poem

Ten things found in my handbag

Sticky lollypops

Watermelon bubble gums

Shinny lipstick

Reminder notes

Colourful marbles

Empty pens

Bothersome cell phone 

Evidential tickets

Grammar books

Lovely photos,

My meaningful disorder.

Anthology Poem by Galeano

"De nuestros miedos
nacen nuestros corajes,
y en nuestras dudas
viven nuestras certezas.
Los sueños anuncian
otra realidad posible,
y los delirios otra razon.
En los extravios
nos esperan los hallazgos
porque es preciso perderse
para volver a encontrarse."

This poem also arises similar feelings that "If".
I think it is a very simple one but the words chosen are so real and meaningful.
I truly believe in losing ourselves to find our own answers. I think this idea can be applied in all the stages of our lives.For example, when we are in the process of learning something, we need to be confused to re-structure our mind with the new knowledge. The same happens with our life projects. Sometimes our aims are very clear, but suddenly we lose sight of our way and again a new light appeared.

Anthology- Poem by Rudyard Kipling

IF.....
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
It is the second time I 'm writing this poem on my blog. It is really one of my favourites!!!
"If" is a poem that gives me encouragement every time I read it. Whichever the stage of my life is , I always find some words that fit that precise moment and gives me enough energy and courage to keep on.
It is difficult for me to choose some parts of the poem because I love it all, but the ones more representatives for me are:-If you can dream - and not make dreams your master....
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same....
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch....
I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do!