Analysis Of Leeche Leech's Poem

Poe is one of the early American poets of Romantic literature. In the poem Annabel Lee he uses idealism in Romance language to describe a relationship with a woman in first person. A description of the adult lovers as children most likely represent innocence or naïvety. The Romanticism comes in by comparing the couple to elements of nature. The love that the two share is free from societal norms or influence. The joy of just being together and sharing themselves with one another is so great that even angels were envious of them.

Li-Young Lee is a poet who has written numerous amounts of work. He is a writer of Chinese heritage, but he does not classify himself as an Asian American poet. According to an article titled, “Li-Young Lee,” Li-Young Lee refuses to classify himself as an Asian American writer because he strives to be a “global poet.” This statement demonstrates that Li-Young Lee uses poetry as a means of addressing universal concerns. He writes about experiences or lessons that are personal to him; however, these are experiences and lessons that people all around the world can relate to. Li-Young Lee specifically writes about his childhood memories and family. A particular poem that reflects his personal life and poetic writing is, “The Gift.” In “The Gift,” the use of vivid imagery, free verse, and a distinct tone portrays Li-Young Lee’s poetic style.

The relationship between father and son changes over time, and molds along with the people in encapsulates. As in real life, the father and son who inhabit Li-Young Lee’s poem “A Story” experience sudden changes within their relationship as the time passes on. The son’s cries for a story that slowly change into adult conversations throughout the poem indicate that with maturity and age comes both understanding and hostility.

In the poem, A Story, by Li-Young Lee, a father struggles with the thought of his son growing older. The poem clearly shows fears of how he is afraid of their complex relationship. Lee uses many literary devices to convey this complex relationship of the father and the son through point of view and structure.

”At the time of the attack I was in my room shaving. The word was passed "Away Fire and Rescue Party;" just as I was leaving my room the second word was passed for all hands to man their General Quartets Stations closely followed by a shock of a hit. I glanced at my clock as I was leaving my room and noticed the time was a few minutes before 8:00 A.M. I started for my station in Radio Central; as I was passing along the third deck up a port ammunition passageway, I felt two more hits. The lights went out in the passageway except for one battle light and two panel lights in the boat crane machinery space. By the time I reached the compartment abreast the armory the ship had picked up a ten to fifteen list to port; there were a couple of battle lights on in this compartment. Water and oil were bubbling up along the junction of the bulkhead and deck of the electrical work shop, port side”(D.L. Westfall)

In the poem “A Story” by Li-Young Lee, the poet discusses the complex relationship between father and son through the son’s constant wanting for his father to tell him a story. Through the use of differing point of view and meaningful structure, the poet tries to highlight the idea of relationships changing as they mature and with time.

The soldiers ahead were walking quite fast, urging everybody to hurry. Buildings full of people became empty in a matter of minutes with the soldiers knocking from house-to-house, telling everybody to leave. Once we left the city, they split us up into groups of fifty and told us to walk on a specific route. My dad was looking at some of the soldiers and their uniform: completely black with a red & white scarf. No badge and no identification, yet they were holding rifles. He suddenly started removing his badge and wallet; throwing them onto the side of the street, where no one could see

In the Poem “A Story”, the poet Li-Young Lee conveys the convoluted and complex relationship of a father and son with techniques such as point of view and carefully used diction. Throughout the poem, a simple scene is depicted; story time between father and son. The child is satisfied and mesmerized by his “baba” while his father fears his own failure and the eventual adulthood of his son.

Some people got sick and even injured. Ryan Oaks one of our linemen got injured. His shins got all gashed up and bloody, because he kept falling down on rocks. Emilio another one of our line got sick. He was very dehydrated and past out. Dayon was one our receivers and he couldn’t walk any farther, because his legs were so cramped up. I didn’t get sick but I got a few scratches on my legs from walking through thorns and bushes.

I threw my arm out in fear and tried to block every hit. I remember just yelling and screaming but no one was coming to help me, only because I was a black man. I was laying on the ground as the trooper walked away from me, he walked away as if he was done with me. I saw his face before everything was blurry, he was wearing a gas mask, but I couldn't believe what was coming next. There was a bang and what sounded like hissing snakes as everything got blurry. It was tear gas. There were screams and cries all accompanied with smacks and kicks. I couldn't imagine what was going on I could only think how thankful I was that my beating was finally over. I stay laid on the ground as all the sounds got quieter and quieter and everything grew dark.

There are many forms to write a poem, and two distinct ways are as a sonnet or a villanelle. These two style of poetry have their own way in expressing the author’s message to the reader. In fact, sonnets, according to the text, are “defined as . . . lyric[s] (reference to moods and feelings) poem of fourteen lines. The sonnet will follow one or another of several set rhyme schemes. . . . [T]he sonnet came to life as a vehicle to convey love messages and passions.” By this definition, I can say that sonnets provides the poet with a tool, which they use to share a strong, emotionally based, statement.

The same soldier came and picked me up, I hugged and kissed my family goodbye. I was heartbroken but I was helping the union, defeat the rebels. I heard our front door shut behind me, and I promised myself that I was going to make it back. After 3 days of traveling we made it to the camp, and my canteen was empty. The general was there to greet me and told me the plan. I settled in for that night and ate dinner. It was definitely worst dinner I have ever had. I turned my lamp out and I snuggled next to my dog in the pup tent to keep warm than I was snug as a bug. It was a burdel cold night. Early that morning, soldiers woke up and most of them had frostbite on their fingers and

Ted Kooser, the thirteenth Poet Laureate of the United States and Pulitzer Prize winner, is known for his honest and accessible writing. Kooser’s poem “A Spiral Notebook” was published in 2004, in the book Good Poems for Hard Times, depicting a spiral notebook as something that represents more than its appearance. Through the use of imagery, diction, and structure, Ted Kooser reveals the reality of a spiral notebook to be a canvas of possibilities and goes deeper to portray the increasing complexities in life as we age.

Upon reading this poem for the first time last year in Ms. Barbakow’s class, I quickly skimmed through the lines without processing the title- providing me with a slightly skewed perception of this poem. I envisioned a scene with a character like Aron Ralston, the protagonist in 127 hours: a rugged outdoor enthusiast standing on the zenith of a canyon with confidence in both his solidarity and surroundings. However, upon my initial reading of this poem I also interpreted it as one of suicide and loss- literally interpreting Tennyson’s use of passive verbs. Upon more careful dissection, class discussion, and aid from Ms. Barbakow about anthropomorphism: I interpreted the poem as one telling of just the opposite.

I was sent to the ground. My ears ringing and all I could see was white the world, then became a blur and I looked up to see Zussman. The rest was just a blur of action. All I remember is Zussman and I were charging Germans with our bayonets and staring down to see blood on my hands. Then Zussman got stabbed right in the chest.