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Transcript of Stanley Kunitz
Joked with his neighbors come to watch the show
While the bulldozers, drunk with gasoline,
Tested the virtue of the soil
Under the branchy sky
By overthowing first the privet-row.
Forsythia-forays and hydrangea-raids
Were but preliminaries to a war
Against the great-grandfathers of the town,
So freshly lopped and maimed.
They struck and struck again,
And with each elm a century went down.
All day the hireling engines charged the trees
Subverting them by hacking underground
In grub-dominions, where dark summer’s mole
Rampages through his halls,
Till a northern seizure shook
Those crowns, forcing the giants to their knees. Poem 2: End of Summer An agitation of the air,
A perturbation of the light
Admonished me the unloved year
Would turn on its hinge that night.
I stood in the disenchanted field
Amid the stubble and the stones,
Amazed, while a small worm lisped to me
The song of my marrow-bones.
Blue poured into summer blue,
A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew
That part of my life was over.
Already the iron door of the north
Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows
Order their populations forth,
And a cruel wind blows. Poem 3: I Dreamed that I was Old I dreamed that I was old: in stale declension
Fallen from my prime, when company
Was mine, cat-nimbleness, and green invention,
Before time took my leafy hours away.
My wisdom, ripe with body’s ruin, found
Itself tart recompense for what was lost
In false exchange: since wisdom in the ground
Has no apocalypse or pentecost.
I wept for my youth, sweet passionate young thought,
And cozy women dead that by my side
Once lay: I wept with bitter longing, not
Remembering how in my youth I cried. Kunitz's Life Analysis: The War Against the Trees Original Poem The farmer was leaving the trees alone
He was supposed to return after his shift
The trees longed for the farmer's care.
A tree cannot survive with out
Its roots to guide and feed
The tree will soon wither away.
All the other trees are taller
Their roots are in tact and healthy
The dying tree doesn't know its path.
Dig up the dirt, it is dirty
Full of bugs and germs it's useless
The other trees don't see the harm.
Soon the dirt contaminates all
Many trees die left and right
The dirt is evil; soon all the trees are gone. born 1905
took part in World War II- this influenced his writing in many of his poems
Father committed suicide-also had a big impact on poems
1943: drafted to US Army- cause of his hatred towards the government
writing began simple, but became more complex
died at age 100 on May 14, 2006 Stanza 1
trees very tall- they seem to touch the sky
the bulldozers are "drunk" on oil and don't pay attention and "abuse" the soil
Everything seems ok
Bulldozers represent people not paying attention to the war victims and veterans Stanza 2
bulldozer continues to destroy and ignore the plants
the forsythias then hydrangeas destroyed, but ahead is something harder
people continue to ignore
forsythias are the first line, hydrangeas the second line
harder challenge is ahead Stanza 3
trees continue to be cut down
trees are strong until they are cut down
people are still getting hurt
people lose power after disaster Things to Cover 3 of Kunitz's Poems
Analysis of The War Against the Trees (stanza by stanza)
3D Object Used freeverse, imagery, metaphors
Hatred towards government
Father's death Influences and Writing Style