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Eddie Clem

Engaging Experiments - 70 views

http://diigo.com/user/eddieclem I thought that the process of adding bookmarks was quite easy, after an initial frustration of not being able to find the tools. I eventually went to the HELP menu....

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Emily Miller

Nothing Gold Can Stay- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 3 views

    • Emily Miller
       
      I think Frost is writing about how life is not always perfect. There are definitely wonderful, "gold" moments throughout life. They do not even have to be decadent moments to be perfect. For example, "green" appears as "gold" and a simple leaf is "a flower." It does not last - "only so an hour" before "Eden" sinks. However, dawn does not turn to night but to day. The perfect moment may have passed, the paradise may be gone, but there is still light.
Mindy Worman

Purple - 1 views

  • With a black crayonnightfall cameto my purple tentin the middleof an afternoon.
    • Mindy Worman
       
      Every time I read this part of this poem, it reminds me forcibly that students have hearts, and they have minds, and our responsibility as teachers goes so far beyond what we can imagine when it comes to protecting and nurturing those hearts and minds.
  • my heart beat like a tom tom
    • Mindy Worman
       
      Even more, when I read this I feel the terror a child whose trust has been abused must feel. Another mental reminder. 'kids' of all ages are fragile.
Maggie Ansty

Wild Nights - 0 views

    • Maggie Ansty
       
      Contrast of being at sea and being in port represents contrast of safety and danger/longing.
    • Maggie Ansty
       
      The langauge and rhyme scheme of the poem give the poem a feeling of great motion.
  • Futile – the winds –
    • Maggie Ansty
       
      wind=uncertainty, longing
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  • To a heart in port –
    • Maggie Ansty
       
      port=safety, stability
Anna Sayers

"Out, Out-" - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Anna Sayers on 19 Nov 09 - Cached
  • No more to build on there. And they, since they Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
    • Anna Sayers
       
      The last line always confused me because I always thought it contradicted the, "Call it a day, I wish they might have said" line that occurs earlier in the poem, yet when I look at it now, I realize that he's referring to the workingmen continuing going about their day. This last line illustrates the "show must go on" attitude of business.
sue reber

The Writer - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by sue reber on 18 Nov 09 - Cached
    • sue reber
       
      Children grow up way to fast, and before you know it they are making their won way in the world.
  • In her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My daughter is writing a story.
  • Young as she is, the stuff Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy: I wish her a lucky passage.
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  • I remember the dazed starling Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago; How we stole in, lifted a sash
  • And wait then, humped and bloody, For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits Rose when, suddenly sure, It lifted off from a chair-back, Beating a smooth course for the right window And clearing the sill of the world. It is always a matter, my darling, Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish What I wished you before, but harder.
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    Powerful poem of a daughter growing and leaving home.
christine plant

Spontaneous Me- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 3 views

  • animals and birds
    • christine plant
       
      Nature AND animals: flora and fauna.
  • oath of procreation I have sworn
    • christine plant
       
      ...not.
  • wet of woods through the early hours
chris murray

In Flanders Fields- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 1 views

shared by chris murray on 17 Nov 11 - No Cached
    • chris murray
       
      Explicit address to future audiences - WE are the dead, you carry the torch FOR us
Holly Koster

Mr. Grumpledump's Song- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 1 views

  • Kids are too noisy,
  • Kids are too noisy,
  • Everything's wrong!
  •  
    Ever have one of those days where nothing, absolutely nothing, will be a good thing?
kirkengaard

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

  • When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table
    • kirkengaard
       
      This is a rather unromantic view of a sunset.
  • yellow fog
    • kirkengaard
       
      This is actually pollution. The image is literal.
  • I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
    • kirkengaard
       
      His life lacks any attributes of the heroic.
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  • Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here's no great matter
    • kirkengaard
       
      This is a reference to John the Baptist, who was beheaded.
  • I grow old… I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
  • To lead you to an overwhelming question…
    • kirkengaard
       
      There is some debate over what this question might be. Is Prufrock working up the courage to approach a woman?
  • And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.
    • kirkengaard
       
      Is this a reference to death?
  • Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
    • kirkengaard
       
      Even in mundane matters, there can be great personal drama.
  • Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
    • kirkengaard
       
      The narrator is inflicted with terrible indecision.
  • I do not think that they will sing to me.
    • kirkengaard
       
      Is this a reference to lonliness and isolation?
  • Do I dare Disturb the universe?
  • No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be
  • At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool
  • We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Austin Stroud

Dreams- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Austin Stroud on 22 Nov 11 - Cached
  • Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
    • Austin Stroud
       
      So true to remember, especially when everything seems overwhelming with school, work, and life in general.  :) 
Rodney Freeman

Signs of the Times- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Rodney Freeman on 22 Nov 10 - No Cached
    • Rodney Freeman
       
      He is talking about Thanksgiving so thats why I picked this one and plus I liked it
Gretchen Lee

Experience with Diigo - 1 views

My profile is http://www.diigo.com/profile/librarianista76. Inspired by the poem I shared, I decided to choose some websites having to do with what women want. I chose one chick lit author's websi...

started by Gretchen Lee on 22 Nov 10 no follow-up yet
Heather B

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Heather B on 18 Nov 10 - Cached
  • He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake.
    • Alex Papson
       
      The world around him does not stop even though he has.
  • The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep,
    • Alex Papson
       
      stops for a peaceful and serene moment but life beckons and the moment can only last so long.
    • Heather B
       
      These last four lines are my favorite poetry ever. Every time I read this stanza, I feel the emotion as fresh as I did the first time. The fanciful longing to linger over something as simple and beautiful as snow falling on woods is so evocative, and yet "the real world" interrupts every time. It's such a melancholy sentiment, and yet one that is so frequent.
  • He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
    • Alex Papson
       
      Slows down from life to enjoy the world around him.
Davian Smith

Ballad- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Davian Smith on 22 Nov 10 - Cached
  • young heiress of a naked dream
    • Davian Smith
       
      Powerful...
Davian Smith

My First Memory (of Librarians)- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 1 views

shared by Davian Smith on 22 Nov 10 - Cached
  • The welcoming smile of my librarian
    • Davian Smith
       
      Always a PLUS!
  • All those books—another world—just waiting At my fingertips
    • Davian Smith
       
      I felt the same way, hiding in the stacks transporting to my secret place...
Davian Smith

The Creation- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Davian Smith on 22 Nov 10 - No Cached
  • m lonely-- I'll make me a world
    • Davian Smith
       
      Perfection. Wonderful things begin with the slightest notion!
Eddie Clem

The Snow Storm- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

  • Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven
    • Eddie Clem
       
      This is quite apropos for our current weather; the snow that cometh "hides the hills, and woods, the river, and the heaven."
  • privacy of storm
    • Eddie Clem
       
      The snowey blanket that covers everything...hides it from view...perhaps making us feel secure?
Clayton Higbee

Jabberwocky - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

shared by Clayton Higbee on 22 Nov 09 - Cached
  • One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
    • Clayton Higbee
       
      This part is very energetic and creates very vibrant imagery.
  • Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
    • Clayton Higbee
       
      None of this means anything, but it sounds really cool.
  • 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wab
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