Andre+Serrano

"Poetry is the most direct and simple means of expressing oneself in word" -Northrup Frye

__Ode to school__ School can be fun, school can be boring School can bring friends, school can bring enemies School brings work, school brings cheating School brings bad food, but you don't have to eat it School smells like teenagers, but that's why we have deodorant School can bring rules, but you can break them In school we act out, but that's why we have Lehmann

__Praise Poem__ This was it, We were so close. No room to breathe He handed it to me. My heart dropped No pressure I thought I have amazing back up I can’t screw up Everybody’s watching, And yet I am alone. Here we go... I did it I got hit from behind My teammates had piled me We did it We won

__Poem with a line from another poet__ I am not angry; I am anger. This has gone on for too long I will not wait any longer This was your choice And now I am your responsibility So can you please have the humility To be there To stop making excuses And come up on the weekend Can’t you comprehend That life isn’t all about money This isn’t funny I learned how to live my life And now I’m a man No thanks to you And after all this time I am not angry; I am anger

With lines from Amir sulaiman

__3 Poems, by William Blake__

__The Fly__

Little fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away.

Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me?

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life And strength and breath, And the want Of thought is death,

Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die.

__A Poison Tree__ I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears Night and morning with my tears, And I sunned it with smiles And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning, glad, I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

__Love's Secret__

Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.

__Analysis of three poems__ The three of these poems relate to each other more than what meets the eye. William Blake wrote the poem The Fly as he sees his life. I believe the fly in this poem is a metaphor for him silently buzzing around a girl that he likes, and she is annoyed by him. He is trying to get closer to her but the hand keeps shooing him away. Then he’s say you act like we’re a completely different species. Then he’s saying if this is the life of a fly, then I don’t care if I live or if I die.

Loves Secret speaks about how he knows its important to not tell the one you love your true feelings because more often than not you’re just asking to get hurt. However, one time he did try to talk to the girl whom he had been buzzing around for so long, and unfortunately she did as he had originally suspected, which was that she would not only not feel the same way, but now avoids him because of the awkwardness.

In the poem A Poison Tree the author is actually reffering to his “friend” to the life he once had. How he was so happy to be ignorant to the fact that the girl whom he had liked for so long did not like him back. The “Foe” in this poem refers to himself for going against his gut feeling of keeping his love confined. During the day he would be fine. He learned his lesson of letting people get too close, and he’s not going to make that mistake again. However during the night he is a mess and is upset, but eventually He got over it.

__Sonnet__ This is what it means to be free As I ride this thing up to the top I notice all the stars so high above This relaxing place, away from the city So thankful that I am not here alone I know that I am lucky to do this To be at the mountain top with my friends A time to bond and get to know each other It is an unparalleled feeling To know that in a couple of seconds I will be flying down the mountain with the cool night wind blowing in my face And when its done, the sense of accomplishment This is what it means to be free

__Analysis of my work__ My inspiration for my sonnet was based on a recent hobby that I picked up. I have started going skiing every couple of weeks and its really enjoyable. The reason I emphasized “free” is because that’s the feeling you get when rushing down the mountain. It is especially relaxing when you go at night time because of the view you get, looking at the other mountains in the distance with the moon and the stars right behind them.