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Transcript of LOVE

PART ONE: POETRY
Table of Contents
The Queen
I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass,
The nonexistent carpet.

And when you appear
All the rivers sound
In my body, bells
Shake the sky,
And a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
Only you and I, my love,
Listen to me.
Love's Coming
http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/loves-coming-by-ella-wheeler-wilcox
Fate
Two shall be born the whole world wide apart,
And speak in different tongues, and pay their debts
In different kinds of coin; and give no heed
Each to the other’s being. And know not
That each might suit the other to a T,
If they were but correctly introduced.
And these, unconsciously, shall bend their steps,
Escaping Spaniards and defying war,
Unerringly toward the same trysting-place,
Albeit they know it not. Until at last
They enter the same door, and suddenly
They meet. And ere they’ve seen each other’s face
They fall into each other’s arms, upon
The Broadway cable car – and this is Fate!
Poetry Project by Tiffany Liu
LOVE
Romantic Love
i.
“The Queen”,
Pablo Neruda (Chilean)
ii.
“Love’s Coming”
, Ella Wheeler Wilcox (American)
iii.
“Fate”,
Carolyn Wells (American)
iv.
“Your Laughter”,
Pablo Neruda (Chilean)
v.
“Somewhere I Have Never Traveled”,
E.E Cummings (American)
Unrequited Love
i.
“I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You”
, Pablo Neruda (Chilean)
ii.
“ I Am Not Yours”,
Sara Teasdale (American)
iii.
“I Shout Love”
Milton Acorn (Canadian)
iv.
“Tonight I Could Write The Saddest Lines”
Pablo Neruda (Chilean)
v.
“Never Give All The Heart”,
W.B Yeats (Irish)

PART TWO: APPENDIX
i. Explications
ii. Critical Interpretations
iii. Personal Responses
iv. Biographies
http://allpoetry.com/poem/8496977-The-Queen-by-Pablo-Neruda
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.

She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
She found in his face the familiar grace
Of a friend she used to know.

She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm's strife:
He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
And a peace which crowned her life.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/182768
Your Laughter
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.


Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-laughter/
Explications
Alliteration
s
ight
s
earches (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
t
hat
t
ime (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
b
right
b
ody (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
c
urling
c
old (I Shout Love)
t
oothed
t
hing (I Shout Love)
p
etals
p
eeled (I Shout Love)
n
obody,
n
ot (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
w
hich
w
e (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
d
eaf and
d
umb (Never Give All The Heart)
b
ody,
b
ells (The Queen)
w
hole
w
orld
w
ide (Fate)
W
ould
w
ake (Love's Coming)
L
ost as a
l
ight is
l
ost in
l
ight (I Am Not Yours)

Allusion
In Spaniards (Fate)
The Broadway cable car (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled Before)
January light (I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You)
Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/somewhere-i-have-never-travelledgladly-beyond
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-do-not-love-you-except-because-i-love-you/
I Am Not Yours
By Pablo Neruda
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
By Carolyn Wells
By Pablo Neruda
By E.E Cummings
By Pablo Neruda
By Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/i-am-not-yours
I Shout Love
By Milton Acorn
I shout love in a blizzard's
scarf of curling cold,
for my heart's a furred sharp-toothed thing
that rushes out whimpering
when pain cries the sign writ on it.

I shout love into your pain
when skies crack and fall
like slivers of mirrors,
and rounded fingers, blued as a great rake,
pluck the balled yarn of your brain.

I shout love at petals peeled open
by stern nurse fusion-bomb sun,
terribly like an adhesive bandage,
for love and pain, love and pain
are companions in this age.
http://canpoetry.library.utoronto.ca/acorn/poem2.htm
Tonight I Will Write The Saddest Lines
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tonight-i-can-write-the-saddest-lines/
By Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Never Give All The Heart
By W.B Yeats
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/248404
Cacophony
most frail gesture (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
texture compels (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
My struggle is harsh (Your Laughter)
That you tread (The Queen)
blizzard's scarf of curling cold (I Shout Love)
sharp-toothed (I Shout Love)
Consonance
I ki
ss
ed her again and again under the endle
ss

s
ky (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
O
r, m
o
re cl
o
sely, c
o
medy r
o
utine (A Date)
s
he make
s
me
s
uffer and the
s
e the la
s
t ver
ses
(Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
L
ost as a
l
ight is
l
ost in
l
ight (I Am Not Yours)
s
taining the
s
tone
s
of the
s
treet (Your Laughter)
(Touching
s
killful
ly
, mysterious
ly
) her f
irs
t (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
thing
s
which enclo
s
e (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond
fade
s
out from ki
ss
to ki
ss....
that'
s
lovely i
s
(Never Give All The Heart)


Juxtaposition
when my steps go,
when my steps return (Your Laughter)
unchanging earth (Your Laughter)
Rendering death and forever with each breathing (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
I no longer love her... but how I loved her (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
I do not love you except because I love you (I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You)
I go from loving to not loving you (I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You)
From waiting to not waiting for you (I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You)
The first seated takes the chance he'll be stood up (A Date)
She's getting on with the hope she may get off (A Date)
going down has made you high (A Date)
At the carpet of red gold... The nonexistenet carpet (The Queen)
rushing out whimpering (I Shout Love)
Assonance
My sight searches
for her
as
though to go to her
(Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
Or
, m
o
re cl
o
sel
y
, c
o
med
y
r
o
ut
ine
(A Date)
N
o
t l
o
st (I Am Not Yours)
Y
e
t
I
am
I
(I Am Not Yours)
your sl
i
ghtest look
e
as
i
ly w
i
ll unclos
e
m
e
(Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
n
i
ght wh
i
tening (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
They m
ee
t. And
ere
they've s
ee
n
e
ach other's face (Fate)

Personification
your laughter must raise its foamy cascade (Your Laughter)
when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opends for all the doors of life (Your Laughter)
Spring opens (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
My life will shut (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
the heart of this flower imagines (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
even the rain, has such small hands (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
your eyes have their silence (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
My heart looks for her (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
January light will consume (I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You)
blizzard's scarf (I Shout Love)
pain cries (I Shout Love)
my heart's a furred sharp-toothed thing (I Shout Love)


Imagery
rounded fingers (I Shout Love)
At the carpet of red gold (The Queen)
snowflake in the sea (I Am Not Yours)
candle lit at noon (I Am Not Yours)
I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright (I Am Not Yours)
clash of arms and the bugle's call (Love's Coming)
how his armor would blaze in the sun (Love's Coming)
his strange, bold eye (Love's Coming)
Escaping the Broadway cable car (Fate)

Simile
the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture (Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines)
Lost as a candle lit at noon (I Am Not Yours)
Lost as a snowflake in the sea (I Am Not Yours)
he rode like a prince to claim his bride (Love's Coming)
closed myself as fingers (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond
your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword (Your Laughter)
when skies crack and fall like slivers of mirrors (I Shout Love)
terribly like an adhesive bandage (I Shout Love)
Metaphor
For he gave all his heart and lost (Never Give All The Heart)
Have given their hearts up to play (Never Give All The Heart)
though I have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses (Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond)
Swept by the tempest of your love (I Am Not Yours)
One and one make one in this riddle. Or, more closely, comedy routine (A Date)
I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright (I Am Not Yours)
my heart's a furred sharp-toothed thing that rushes out whimpering when pain cries (I Shout Love)
love and pain are companions in this age (I Shout Love)
pluck the balled yarn of your brain (I Shout Love)
take air away, but do not take from me your laughter (Your Laughter)
the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy (Your Laughter)
the sudden wave of silver born in you (Your Laughter)
Critical Interpretations
In our modern day society especially, the media given us impossible beauty standards that are impossible by any healthy means. This has caused many young girls to enter a depressive state and not be able to love themselves because they are not within those standards. Often times, during extreme cases the victim is unable to love thus causing her to be unable to love others around her. Now, Neruda’s poem is the perfect example of the old saying, “Love is blind” and no matter how imperfect you may find yourself to be, there will always to be someone else to love you regardless of your flaws and they will find beauty in you by themselves. The first line of this poem reads, ‘I have named you queen’ showing the man’s affection for this woman and how much he appreciates her despite ‘there are [people] taller than you… purer than you… lovelier than you’ referring to the woman. Neruda continues to speak of the man’s praise and how ‘no one recognizes [her]’, none of the people on the streets can see her ‘crystal crown’. Although, that is only because the strangers on the street are not affected by her outer beauty and do not know of her inner beauty either. The man in love on the other hand, knows just how beautiful her inner beauty is, thus making him fall head over heels for her and loving her no matter what. The classic ‘Love is blind’ represents that if you truly love someone then their physical appearance will not matter to you.
A first date with the girl of your dreams is completely nerve-wrecking, especially by how McFadden described it, almost to the point where it seems to stereotype first dates and they’re more of a ‘comedy routine’. What’s more is, ‘the first seated talks the chance he’ll be stood up’ which is what begins his thoughts of rejection that is the first step in a whole series of jumbled nerves. So while sitting there waiting, the man will grows even more impatient and begins to ask questions without answers and have a blurred mess of thoughts and observations. Nervousness is always prominent on first dates however, in our modern generation it’s less likely for a couple to be nervous on a date together unless they are strangers which is uncommon. McFadden could have been referring to the blind dates that used to happen during our parents’ generation instead. Nevertheless whether it be with your dream girl or the girl that should be best for you according to your parents, having these feelings on a first date can show consideration for how the partner thinks which is an important to a healthy relationship.
When one declares their love for you out loud, it would be absolutely heart-warming. However, if you were never there to even hear it then the one saying it would be disappointed. Some people just love hearing those words out loud and that makes it so important to them. Acorn was talking about different scenes where the character, likely a man was trying to express his love during 'a blizzard's scarf of curling cold','when skies crack and fall like slivers of mirrors', and when 'petals peeled open by stern nurse fusion-bomb sun'. All different but most likely all referring to a war zone. It's because the man was in a war that he was unable to let his loved ones know just how much he loved them. However, it is obvious he is in much frustration because '[his] heart's a furred sharp-toothed thing that rushes out whimpering' so even though he's so frustrated, there isn't much he can do making him depressed and confused. Many people often forget to say 'I love you' because they take their loved ones for granted so when they suddenly have a deadline on their life, it becomes infinitely more important. Sadly, by that it is usually too late making 'love and pain...companions [at] this age'.
Personal Responses
The Queen
I enjoyed reading 'The Queen' because of the adorable and nonexistent treasures the man saw just from looking at the woman. Admittedly, when I first read this poem, the simplicity of the theme and the way he proclaimed it was very intriguing and captivating. When Neruda compared the woman to others she may have seemed insignificant however, it only added even more effect when he said 'but you are the queen'. The queen that doesn't require any special clothing or jewelry but can still shine even when standing in a crowd. That was how I imagined it when I was reading his poem. Furthermore, I think this poem shows a scene that every girl wants to experience, where their significant other makes her feel so special and lucky. Nonetheless, I am for certain, a hopeless romantic and this poem was just my cup of tea.
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
'I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You' is another Pablo Neruda poem that I am a huge fan of. The first thing that piqued my interest and probably many others was the silly title. Almost everything in his poem contradicts what he says at first, and that itself is already very amusing and comedic. Beside his interesting choice of wording, I also noticed how he mentioned 'Maybe January light will consume' which is something many people can actually relate to because 'January light' is referring to the new year and during the new year, everyone makes resolutions that they always hope to achieve or get over certain things in the past. I also found my relating to the poem to a specific degree because I had once liked someone very much but I was getting very frustrated from them as well. At that time, I really wanted my crush to end but it was difficult and I knew I was constantly wavering between my emotions just because of him. Which is similar to what the man in this poem is stating about his own feelings. Eiterh way, I really appreciated how unique this poem's theme was.
Biographies
Pablo Neruda was born in Parral, Chile on July 12 1904 as Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto and died later on on September 23 1973, in Santiago, Chile. During the time, his father was working as a railway employee and his mother was a teacher before she died soon after his birth. A couple years later his father decided to move to a town called Temuco where he met and remarried a woman named Trinidad Candia Malverde. Neruda continued to spend his childhood at the town, Temuco and his first publication and first poem was only during the age of thirteen as a contributor to the town’s daily “La Mañana”. It wasn’t until 1920 where he adopted the name Pablo Neruda, in honor of the Czech poet Jan Neruda, for the sole purpose of contributing to the literary journal Selva Austral. His first published book in 1923, Crepusculario features some of the poems he wrote as a child. However, one of his most renowned books, Veinte poemas de amor y una cancion desesperada was published only one year after his first. This book had suggestive, erotic love themes that surprised many due to his young age of 19. Neruda had also studied French and pedagogy at the University of Chile in Santiago. Later on, he began his diplomatic career in 1927 causing him to move quite often around the world. Even during that harsh time period, Neruda continued his poetry writing and eventually created his literary breakthrough, Residencia en la tierra. Neruda eventually joined the Republican movement after being strongly affected by the Spanish Civil War and the murder of a friend, Garcia Lorca. It was during this time when Neruda began to work on his collection of poems España en el Corazón. He later on, returned to Chile in 1943 and was elected senator of the Republic in 1945, as well as, joining the Communist Party of Chile. Neruda tends to mostly write about love although he does have poems about nature, nation and politics. By the end of his lifespan, Neruda had won many esteemed awards, such as the International Peace Prize, the Lenin Preace Prize, the Stalin Peace Prize and the Novel Prize for literature in the years 1950, 1953, 1953 and 1971, respectively.

http://www.biography.com/people/pablo-neruda-9421737#diplomatic-career

Pablo Neruda
Milton Acorn
Milton Acorn was born as Milton James Rhodes Acorn on March 30, 1923 in the capital of Prince Edward Island, Charlottetown. He later on, died at age of 63 on August 20, 1986 due to heart disease and diabetes. In his early years, he served as a soldier during World War II, and later on became a carpenter by while also supporting himself on a disability pension he received from an injury during the war. It wasn’t actually until 1950, at age 27 where he began to shed some light onto poetry and eventually stuck with it. His first publication was called, ‘In Love and Anger’ in 1956. It was only issued in Montreal where is also the location of the small magazine he eventually co-edited called ‘Moment’. He first worked alongside A.W Purdy and later on, Gwendolyn MacEwen who he married in 1962. In 1963, a small collection of his poetry was the main topic in the spring issue of Contact Press. This was one of the many things that earned him even more respect and praise. Others, such as, ‘The Brain’s the Target’, with Ryerson Press, and ‘Against a League of Liars’ in 1960 and 1961, respectively also helped spread his name. Eventually in mid 1960s, he moved to Vancouver where he became an important member of the literary and journalistic underground as a passionate and argumentative member. His first major collection, ‘I’ve Tasted My Blood’ in 1969, earned him the Governor General’s award and the People’s Poet Award that was made by fellow poets to honour him with recognition of his talent as not only a writer, but also for his nationalist and activist position. His collection called ‘The Island Means Minago’ in 1975 won him the Governor General’s Award again and also his name as, ‘Canada’s national poet. There were more than one occasion when Acorn wrote about wonderful contributions, thanks to the working class and their humble efforts to Canada. After moving from Montreal to Toronto, later to Vancouver and back to Toronto, he made his way back to Charlottetown, where he eventually died.
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