February 21, 2005

Poem for Pope...

After reading this poem, I felt the need to rhyme,
But I am only going to do this just one time.
I feel that Alexander Pope was right in his head,
On the paper of which his poem I read.

In An Essay on Critisism part one,
There are no quotes at all that I would want to shun.
Pope states, "Against the poets their own arms they turn'd,
Sure to hate most the men from whom they learn'd."

Why would you hate the person who taught,
Why turn your back on the one who lent you their thoughts?
I understood and looked into these two lines,
I agreed at how artists create, but are blind.

They do not know or give recognition,
To the poets who have at first helped them.
They do not thank or speak highly of their masters,
They look down on them as if their works are disasters.

Pope said, "Bold in the practice of mistaken rules,
Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools."
Poets do not understand what their masters have taught them,
So they think they are fools and disregard them.

Pope seems to be the opposite of Plato,
He seems to like poetry so.
For he said, "Be Homer's works your study and delight,
Read them by day, and meditate by night."

Then comes the explaination of why the critic offends,
for this person is why poetry has come to a bend.
For Pope states, "The critic else proceeds with remorse,
Seizes your fame, and puts his laws in force."

Now-a-days, I would not agree with this statement,
For poetry now is not only about placement.
There are rules for poets to pursue,
But they are able to do almost whatever they want to.

In An Essay on Criticism part two,
There is a quote I want to point out to you.
"What the weak head and strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools."

Poets with too much pride become indulged in their work,
That behind the beauty there is sometimes murk.
Only this occurs when they just respect themselves,
And everyone else their criticism dwells.

"A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again."

In this I feel Pope means to learn,
That knowledge is what we should all yearn.
If only a little learning takes place,
Then the whole truth will never reveal it's whole face.

I always feel that I do not do as much as I can,
There is a Pope quote that made me think of who I am.
"In ev'ry work regard the writer's end,
Since noone can compass more than they intend."

I always intend exactly what I should do,
But when I get to the end, I feel it is too few.
Not all my thoughts that I was thinking to create,
Make it into the work that I was planning to generate.

"Concluding all were desp'rate sots and fools,
Who durst depart from Aristotle's rules."
Alexander Pope does not seem to agree with anyone,
Who writes their poetry just for fun.

There needs to be a purpose behind it,
There needs to be rules that bind it.
I do not like this idea of following rules,
When your own ideas are your own poems tools.

Your own thoughts should be written on paper,
Without someone telling you they need tampered with later.
"Amaze th' unlearned, and make the learned smile."
For this was your job in those days or you would go on trial.

(You wouldn't really go on trial,
I just made that up.
I just thought it would be funny to add,
along with this other stuff.)

Poems should not be so predictable,
according to Pope who states this principle,
"Where'er you find 'the cooling western breeze',
In the next line, it 'whispers through the trees'."

The lines that caught me by surprise,
Were lines 484 to lines 495.
That an artist may draw the most colorful image,
But beyond this beauty there could be the most damage.

The quote I want to add just for you to see,
Was in An Essay of Criticism part three.

"The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head,
With his own tongue still edifies his ears,
And always list'ning to himself appears."

Pope is saying here that conceitedness is bad,
You should be open to what other experiences were had.
Do not only listen to your own voice,
But listening to others seems to be the better choice.

I hope you enjoyed all my thoughts from Alexander Pope,
I hope, through the nineteen pages, you too were able to cope.
Because all my thoughts are written down for you to lend,
This is where I'm going to end.

Posted by Anne Stadler at February 21, 2005 07:01 PM | TrackBack
Comments

You're brilliant! Writing your blog as a poem was such a cool idea - I wish I had thought of it! =)

Posted by: Johanna at February 21, 2005 10:30 PM

Wow, awesome blog Anne. You seem to have a very good idea of what the Pope was saying...you'll speak up in class I'm praying. :)Hey, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it. Ha ha.

Posted by: Melissa at February 21, 2005 11:08 PM

For Pope, the artist Nature's outline strives to fill,
But untrained talents Nature's glory kill.

I'm glad this text inspir'd your brilliant noggin
To share with us your versifying bloggin'.

Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at February 21, 2005 11:16 PM

I bow down to your rhyming prowess. You take up his format beautifully, Anne.

Posted by: Amanda at February 22, 2005 01:38 PM

Thats a great poem, good job!

Posted by: Harold at February 23, 2005 04:12 PM
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