Rugeiatu+Bah

= = =Quotes for peotry= " A porm begins in delight and ends in wisdom" - Robert Frost = = = = =**Sonnet**, by Rugeiatu Bah=

Present yourself with out your pants hanging. your are only hanging up your white flag. Getting in to what they want you knowing. Because they consider it as their swag. A human being is what you are, Listen Don't forge to be your self and live All Mankind on earth purpose is loosing Do Not judge humans by what you see, it's life, Remember where you came from, you are you Every moment of life depends on your choices The people can't never ever be who? You The things you do are all the loud noises Boy of a wise man son have words his own Numbers cant reach how high you stand in this world.

=A Ode To Trolley by Rugeiatu Bah= Running to a certain amount speech per each minute. Passing through rials and carrying different wights not knowing who those people are. Left to right. Side to side, still moving strong. Taking me placing when I in need for a ride, So trolley, here I go, I'm telling thank you for the strength and patience. Every time I'm on you, I experiences new things, thought my eyes was playing trick on me, then I realize that you're the light that god send down on earth to lead us to the right direction.

=I was Raised by Rugeiatu Bah= I was raised by, Jeans and blouse, lapad suit, African suit high heel. always looking good Kind of Woman.

Some A plus in cooking, lots of pepper, cares about what she eat, Always thought of me, high standards in life Type of Woman.

Kind that never say "bye" but always say "come lock the door". Hard worker, funny at time, Don't have time for the useless life Kind Of Woman.

Travel a lot, get what she want, Single & loving it, Don't play no games, Hate liars, will smack you in a heart beat, when you Bullshit Type of mother,

The one who thinks she know everything, "no your wrong and I'm right" even when she is wrong, Love dancing, sucks at it, African decala music, Hips moving, long hair, I don't care Kind of Woman.

Smart about money. Play the game of "life" correctly Mind spoken, proud to be a Woman and a single Mother Type of Woman

I Was Raised By A Wo Man.

=Statement About My Poet !=

My Poet name is Louise Simpson, Louise Simpson was born in Jamaica, West Indies, in 1923. At the age of 17, Louise moved to the United State where he lived and went to school. The techniques I used to understand this poem were, I went more into the author mind and compare the message/idea that the author were putting out there vs. the message that I the reader were thinking while reading the poem. The language that he used to express his poems were more simple and the tools were more into the lines.

Yet, nothing in nature changes, from that day to this, she is still the mother of us all. I can see the drifting offshore lights, black posts where the pelicans brood.

One of the unfamiliar techniques my poet used was making lines incomplete sentences. However, I learned that when the line is incomplete, it creates emphasis on the final word. This helps one to make the message be recognized. I found myself thinking about as much details as I could to each line, before the poems was practically completed. Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out. Summers in your absence are as dark as a room. I have closed my arms again. They must do without. To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb. Do not write! I plan to use more techniques more often. They have helped me to understand poems that hopefully impact the poet greatly.

=Close Reading 1=

Rugeiatu Bah Gold stream 3-24-11

Apart (Les Séparés) - Louis Simpson

Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out. Summers in your absence are as dark as a room. I have closed my arms again. They must do without. To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb. Do not write!

Do not write. Let us learn to die, as best we may. Did I love you? Ask God. Ask yourself. Do you know? To hear that you love me, when you are far away, Is like hearing from heaven and never to go. Do not write!

Do not write. I fear you. I fear to remember, For memory holds the voice I have often heard. To the one who cannot drink, do not show water, The beloved one's picture in the handwritten word. Do not write!

Do not write those gentle words that I dare not see, It seems that your voice is spreading them on my heart, Across your smile, on fire, they appear to me, It seems that a kiss is printing them on my heart. Do not write!

1. This Poem gives the reader a feeling/sense of silences. The author used words and imagery to help creates emphasis on the final words. This help the reader, to make the message more recognized. The stanzas describe that the author wanted the reader to know the the big picture of this poem was to NOT write, so made that a line of it own with only three words and the last line of each stanzas. The line break makes the poem have different meaning and tone because of the commands and periods depending on how the reader would read the poem. "I want my light put out" and "To the one who cannot drink, show water" The poet's saying to the girl that gave him heart broken,he doesn't want her to talk or speak to him because her words keep repeating in his head and he feel as though, he can not have her and by listening to her words he's hurting himself, so she should be silent. "To the one who cannot drink slow water" The poet made the reader to think hard on this line because there's no such a thing call "slow water" so he's saying the one who do not have the patiences to wait upon him or read his words slowly to understand him. He used it at he beginning of the first letters in each line. They all about the same length, 5 lines four stanzas,it slow me down to think about what is it that the author is trying to say.

= = =Close Reading 2=

Carentan O Carentan- Louise Simpson

Trees in the old days used to stand And shape a shady lane Where lovers wandered hand in hand Who came from Carentan.

This was the shining green canal Where we came two by two Walking at combat-interval. Such trees we never knew.

The day was early June, the ground Was soft and bright with dew. Far away the guns did sound, But here the sky was blue.

The sky was blue, but there a smoke Hung still above the sea Where the ships together spoke To towns we could not see.

Could you have seen us through a glass You would have said a walk Of farmers out to turn the grass, Each with his own hay-fork.

The watchers in their leopard suits Waited till it was time, And aimed between the belt and boot And let the barrel climb.

I must lie down at once, there is A hammer at my knee. And call it death or cowardice, Don't count again on me.

Everything's all right, Mother, Everyone gets the same At one time or another. It's all in the game.

I never strolled, nor ever shall, Down such a leafy lane. I never drank in a canal, Nor ever shall again.

There is a whistling in the leaves And it is not the wind, The twigs are falling from the knives That cut men to the ground.

Tell me, Master-Sergeant, The way to turn and shoot. But the Sergeant's silent That taught me how to do it.

O Captain, show us quickly Our place upon the map. But the Captain's sickly And taking a long nap.

Lieutenant, what's my duty, My place in the platoon? He too's a sleeping beauty, Charmed by that strange tune.

Carentan O Carentan Before we met with you We never yet had lost a man Or known what death could do.

This Poem achieves Imagery, the language that the poet used to described the big picture of this poem is and based of the things you would do at war or a battle. People who never believed in him when they were on the ship that he’s stronger then what they think of him.

Tell me, Master-Sergeant, The way to turn and shoot. But the Sergeant's silent That taught me how to do it.

The poem has lines that could be picture as if you were there and you watch everything that the author talked about. The author is trying to say he’s on a battle and clueless about the battle yet when he asked about the battle his Master cannot talk/teach him about the battle because they are all sad about the battle. In the first line “Tell me” It has a command that change the whole meaning of this line. Reason is when I read it in my head “Tell me” sound more like the author keep asking his Master To tell him something and his Master keep refusing. Which I’m wrong because the author is telling his Master to teach him somethings, he wasn’t constantly asking his Master to tell me something.

I must lie down at once, there is A hammer at my knee. And call it death or cowardice, Don't count again on me. Everything's all right, Mother, Everyone gets the same At one time or another. It's all in the game. Carentan O Carentan

The poem has lines that could be picture as if you were there and you watch everything that the author talked about. He’s explaining about in tone, “I must lie down at once, there is A hammer at my knee”. This line explain the pain that the author was facing and the cracked in his heart about his Mother about him fighting a battle. Mother, Everyone gets the same At one time or another. It's all in the game. Carentan O Carentan The first line are always longer then the rest of the lines in this poem, because the author wanted the reader to picture or view the poem idea immediately once they read the first lines of each stanzas. On the second lines in the poem, the poet described the emotions in the poem and that would follow up to the third lines.

=Close Reading 3= = Working Late -Louise Simpson=

3. A light is on in my father's study. "Still up?" he says, and we are silent, looking at the harbor lights, listening to the surf and the creak of coconut boughs.

He is working late on cases. No impassioned speech! He argues from evidence, actually pacing out and measuring, while the fans revolving on the ceiling winnow the true from the false.

Once he passed a brass curtain rod through a head made out of plaster and showed the jury the angle of fire-- where the murderer must have stood. For years, all through my childhood, if I opened a closet. . . bang! There would be the dead man's head with a black hole in the forehead.

All the arguing in the world will not stay the moon. She has come all the way from Russia to gaze for a while in a mango tree and light the wall of a veranda, before resuming her interrupted journey beyond the harbor and the lighthouse at Port Royal, turning away from land to the open sea.

Yet, nothing in nature changes, from that day to this, she is still the mother of us all. I can see the drifting offshore lights, black posts where the pelicans brood.

And the light that used to shine at night in my father's study now shines as late in mine.

This poem achieves imagery by the tone, to me, I personally feel that the author talked about nature, how important nature is to us. The poet expressed the beauty in the poem using simple language that everyone would understand.

=Yet, nothing in nature changes, from that day to this,= =she is still the mother of us all.= the words are pretty self explanatory and it tells you the big image of the line per stanzas. The poet did had no partner in this poem, at least from the point that I'm looking at it from, because in the third stanzas, he wrote it in a equal amount of wording form instead of a first line being long and the second line is short then the third line is also long and the four line short. This poem sound more formal, as if he was talking to someone that were standing next to him. The Tone is indifferent and Wishful because the Poet wants the readers to get the info. on the line breaks. It effect on the poet in a way that you get his message, each stanzas tells it own meaning of it and each lines explained the meaning of the stanzas.