my own personal project is here...

Leah Selene Lawrence

October 26th, 2009

5:01 PM

6 lbs 14 oz

19 1/2 in

My own personal project... 8 1/2 months in the making.

Autumn days are here again!

In autumn when the trees are brown The little leaves come tumbling down They do not make the slightest sound But lie so quietly on the ground Until the wind comes puffing by And blows them off towards the sky.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
Fall poem by John Muir

Autumm Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio - James Wright

In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.

All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
Their women cluck like starved pullets,
Dying for love.

Therefore,
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful
At the beginning of October,
And gallop terribly against each other's bodies.

I first read this poem in my Intro to English class during my freshman year at MSU and I instantly felt a connection to it. My high school has a long tradition of winning the state finals in Division 8 (200ish students in the whole high school) and I have always said that women there are treated like second class citizens. Almost every line describes Mendon. Anyway, I have loved it since and I just realized there are only 4 more days left in October so I should put it up here for the sake of timeliness :)

i hide myself within my flower by Emily Dickenson pome post

I HIDE myself within my flower,

That wearing on your breast,

You, unsuspecting, wear me too—

And angels know the rest.


I hide myself within my flower,

That, fading from your vase,

You, unsuspecting, feel for me

Almost a loneliness.

Hockey

I have my first two game of the 09-2010 season this friday and saturday.

The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

This poem is very long, so I could not share it in its entirety. I choose four of my favorite stanzas (5, 8, 13, and 15) from this poem to use for this project. They are in order, but they are not consecutive. To see the full poem go to http://charon.sfsu.edu/TENNYSON/TENNLADY.html

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me,"
cried The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Website

My website is online. The current URL is only temporary and I've changed the site a bit due to some feedback I've gotten. Here it is: http://palerstrilogy.x10hosting.com/index.html Enjoy.