I Mark Your
Courage
by
Ivan Donn Creswell
I had no profound feelings
of shock or surprise
to those matter-of-fact
revelations
which spelled the end of
this chapter of your life.
It was, as you put it, too
late for recriminations,
and the horrendous realities could be
no worse
for having faced them.
I mark your courage in
that moment of admission,
when your soul cried out
in sympathetic pain,
worn thin by abrasions of
self-imprisonment
and total subjugation to
providence.
You did not disguise your
frailty
as lesser men are apt by
schemes
which shorten their
horizons, elaborate their dreams.
That you are a molecule
conniving in
the physics of human
chemistry
is no slight upon your
status,
without dynamic you are
less
a man of cloth than habit
claims you be;
And martyr to ascription
is the poorer fate
than anticipated condemnation from
a selfless breach of faith.
Ordinary passions do not
progress beyond
the continuum of priestly enlightenment; we
share
a whole psychology of
man's experience
as our eternal life. Its unitary expression
is no greater than the
measureless sum,
and the sum is no value
less than life itself.
No enlightened soul can judge another man
for passions of humanity;
the sentence of conscience
is an arbitrary punishment
in which we all delight.
I am no herdsman fearing
ill in ceaseless care
of herded sheep, nor could
I choose
entanglement with such an
entity; your flock
survives as do your
prayers, and will survive
long past your flight. You
earned their trust
in episodes of heart and
light, and keep
its privileged charter
frozen out of time,
embalmed in a perfect
past.
As one we mourn your
passing.
I think that this poem is about how there are so many reasons why people do not have the courage to do things that they are not used to doing. Evocative language (underlined) are words in this poem that describe what people feel which maybe sadness and other feelings. There are figurative comparisons such as "we share a whole psychology of man's experience as our eternal life." This means that what one person experiences, everyone else does to. which means that people almost does the same things as everyone else. This poem refers to all the pains and sufferings that a person can have. There are so many things that can make you scared and make you not want to do things. Due to all of those things a person can lose their courage to stand up and go up and about to do the things that frighten them.
Poem 2: poemhunter.com
Courage- Harihara
Sudhahar Ramamoorthy
Many are the troubles we are confronted with,
Life is no more than a troublesome myth;
Reality is so bizarre and weak,
Sadness and fear has reached its peak;
What we lack is the courage to start;
Yet what we need is just a strong living heart,
Gather your wits all in one part,
And face that evil killing dart;
Whatever will happen, whatever it will take,
You are not going to let it break;
Cross the line and break your fate,
And start to try loving what you hate;
You have the right to decide your life' course,
But be ready it may be all hollow and hoarse;
Try all that you can but dont give up,
If in the end, you want the winning cup;
The courage is all that you need,
In your life, that will be the sowing seed,
It may put you in the lead,
But never will it be the 'weed';
If you think you are missing something,
It’s the courage, the courage, in your ears it will ring.
Poem 3:famouspoetsandpoems.com
Courage- Anne Sexton
It is in the small things we see it.
The child's first step,
as awesome as an earthquake.
The first time you rode a bike,
wallowing up the sidewalk.
The first spanking when your heart
went on a journey all alone.
When they called you crybaby
or poor or fatty or crazy
and made you into an alien,
you drank their acid
and concealed it.
Later,
if you faced the death of bombs and bullets
you did not do it with a banner,
you did it with only a hat to
comver your heart.
You did not fondle the weakness inside you
though it was there.
Your courage was a small coal
that you kept swallowing.
If your buddy saved you
and died himself in so doing,
then his courage was not courage,
it was love; love as simple as shaving soap.
Later,
then you did it alone,
getting a transfusion from the fire,
picking the scabs off your heart,
then wringing it out like a sock.
Next, my kinsman, you powered your sorrow,
you gave it a back rub
and then you covered it with a blanket
and after it had slept a while
it woke to the wings of the roses
and was transformed.
Later,
when you face old age and its natural conclusion
your courage will still be shown in the little ways,
each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen,
those you love will live in a fever of love,
and you'll bargain with the calendar
and at the last moment
when death opens the back door
you'll put on your carpet slippers
and stride out.
I think that this poem is about how courage can last a lifetime, if you don't let things get in the way. There are a few words, but not many that stand out and give you emotional feedback. But the words are simple enough to get to the message. There are metaphors and similes that relate to why people should not be afraid of doing things that life gives you the opportunity to do. This poem is about the journey of life and how courage did not hold you back from doing the things you love to do.
Hi Skylar,
ReplyDeleteYou have definitely chosen poems that will "stretch" you and challenge you :) Congratulations! And you're doing a good job of trying to "unlock" them. Come see me today (5/11) and I'll go over them with you, to make a few suggestions that could help you in your analyses.
Be sure to get your two prose pieces as well and your connections essay :)
mrs s