Rites of Passage poem 6

As the guests arrive at our son’s party   

they gather in the living room— 

short men, men in first grade 

with smooth jaws and chins. 

Hands in pockets, they stand around 

jostling, jockeying for place, small fights 

breaking out and calming. One says to another 

How old are you? —Six. —I’m seven. —So?

They eye each other, seeing themselves   

tiny in the other’s pupils. They clear their   

throats a lot, a room of small bankers, 

they fold their arms and frown. I could beat you

up, a seven says to a six, 

the midnight cake, round and heavy as a 

turret behind them on the table. My son, 

freckles like specks of nutmeg on his cheeks,   

chest narrow as the balsa keel of a   

model boat, long hands 

cool and thin as the day they guided him   

out of me, speaks up as a host 

for the sake of the group. 

We could easily kill a two-year-old, 

he says in his clear voice. The other   

men agree, they clear their throats 

like Generals, they relax and get down to   

playing war, celebrating my son’s life.

This poem to me is a satirical poem because of the way that the kids are portrayed. At first I thought that the writer was talking about grown men going to a party but then the  writer talked about the age of the boys and I saw that they weren’t really men. To me this poem was making a comment on how fast children are starting to grow up.  Parents don’t really get to appreciate their children when they are at the earlier stages of their lives because of the fast pace life that we live. The language that the writer uses to explain the children and the way that they were acting was like she was trying to make us see the boys as men even though they are acting like the boys that they are. 

I for one really enjoyed this poem because of the way it was written and how the author wants you to see the boys as men. I think that it made the poem very interesting and as I was reading it I was picturing it in my mind. I could see the little boys acting the way that the poem “As the guests arrive at our son’s party they gather in the living room— short men, men in first grade with smooth jaws and chins. Hands in pockets, they stand around jostling, jockeying for place, small fights breaking out and calming”.  The author used those images to really captivate the reader and make them see what she was trying to put out and say about how children are growing up very fast. It is almost like a coming of age poem.

The world is too much with us poem 5

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

This poem talks about how we as people on this world have stopped looking at the beauty that is nature and worry more about that things that go on in our daily lives. The author of the poem thinks that the world is too much for us to appreciate and to enjoy so that is why we appreciate other things instead. He states that he would rather be a pangan that wordships other Gods so he could appreciate more of the beauty of nature. 
I do agree with the author of the poem because I believe that we live such a fast past life and we are so involved in our everyday lives that we don’t take time and “smell the roses”. There is so much that we are missing out in the world because of what we are focused on. The world is such a big place and should be explored and I think that is what the author is trying to say. He wants us to see that we are not appreciating “this Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; the winds that will be howling at all hours, and are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; ” and that we have sold our souls to things that don’t really matter. I do believe that we should be more connected with nature and not ignore how beautiful it truly is. As I was reading this poem I thought about when I was in Puerto Rico and every night I would see the moon reflected upon the ocean and it was one of the most beautiful things that I have ever seen. And as I read this poem those were the times that I would think of and it something that I always think  about.   

We Real Cool poem 3

     The Pool Players.

       Seven at the Golden Shovel.

           We real cool. We   

           Left school. We

           Lurk late. We

           Strike straight. We

           Sing sin. We   

           Thin gin. We

           Jazz June. We   

           Die soon.

After reading the poem , we real cool by Gwendolyn Brooks, though it was short I thought that it was very relatable to teenagers. We are at a stage in our lives where even though we are about to jump into adulthood, we are still young and naive. The lines we real cool, we left school for me shows that mindset that many people use to think that not going to school was cool and being a rebel was something that everyone wanted to be. Young adults a lot of the time like to stay out late and go out with friends doing things that they know they are not suppose to do but they do them anyways because they are young. 

I believe that young people think that since we are going to die soon why not live your life the way that you want; everything is just going to go to waste so enjoy the moment that you are in. I feel as though the poem is showing us how short this time really is because of the length and I also think the style of this poem has a lot to do with the meaning as a whole. The way that it is broken up and divided, each stanza only having two lines and also ending with we leading into the next stanza shows that this time of our lives goes by different stages, each stanza showing a different stage until we come to the end which is the death of our youth.