Unveiling

I really like this poem it puts a lot of vivid images in my head.When i read this i picture an old woman who has lost many family members and is not sad about it she is content and just knows that someday she will be there with them. I picture this poem as her looking back, she has grandchildren and a daughter and she still has a lot of love but she also has lost a lot. she is not scared for death she is just ready for it to happen when it happens. This poem also makes me think of my family. it makes me think of the "adult table" and the "kid table" at family gatherings. or how my parents and family used to spell the words out when they did not want the children to get it. we knew we were not supposed to know because if we were they would tell us bu that did not stop the kids from wondering and wanting to know what was being talked about. i know this poem is sad because of the death but i see it as content.

Even If You Weren't My Father

I really like the idea of this poem. The idea of i love you because you are my dad but that you are so great even if you were not i would love you just as much. it is his flaws that make the daughter love him so much. like his flaw where he is chasing downs his other daughter and realizes what he is doing and stops and just hugs the daughter. that the fact that he stops makes it alright that he was doing it in the first place. i do not like the way the author goes about saying this. it really bothers me that he is "hunting down his helpless child" i do not see this as a thing a father should be doing. that is why i also dislike the poem. maybe i am just from a generation so i do not understand tough love and spanking and such but it bothers me a child is terrified of her father. A child should NEVER be terrified of her father. i hope this was a generational thing and that it does not happen anymore because it should not. I almost do not like the fact she looks past all his imperfections and calls him the best man. people should be held accountable for their actions and  she does not even care that he was hunting his child. it reminds me of something Max said. He said that once people die we make them saints in our heads. like every bad thing they did no longer matters and only the good is remembered, which bothers me a lot. people should be remember for what they do all the time not just the great parts of their lives. people make mistakes and we should not condemn them for their mistakes but they must be held accountable. It is like what happened with Micheal Jackson. When he was alive all i ever heard about him was how he was a pedophile and a bad guy, but then once he dies all people have to say is great things. This is what i think the poet was doing she was making her father out to be better than he was in her head. she thinks her dad was great when in all reality i can tell even in the poem he was not that great. But what is even weirder is that i like the poem overall even though i really dislike the content so i guess i am doing the same thing with this poem. i would say this is a good poem even though i don't like most of it just because i like the idea behind it so i am looking past the flaws of the poem and making it better in my head. i guess this poem is my sainted "father". i guess that makes me a hypocrite for disliking it but doing the same thing. : )

For the Sleeprwalkers

I really like this poem. I used to sleepwalk :) I have never thought of sleepwalking like this but it is so true. It does take implicit trust to be able to stand up and walk around without opening your eyes. It is amazing how people walk like they would if they were awake but they are asleep.  A sleepwalker just trusts their surroundings not worrying about everything. you never hear of anyone who dies from sleepwalking. people can actually function while sleepwalking. I watched a show about sleepwalkers and one person actually drove down the street while still asleep. my favorite line in the poem is "we have to learn to trust our hearts like that. we have to learn the desperate faith of sleepwalkers..." it is so true if people trusted like that all the time life would be very different.

Lost Brother

I do not like this poem. I especially hate the first two lines: " i knew the tree was my lost brother when i heard he was cut down."  These lines make me think of how no one really cares until things are gone. Those lines remind me of the song If I Die Young by The Band Perry  a line in the song says "A penny for my thoughts, oh no I’ll sell them for a dollar They're worth so much more after I’m a goner And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’ Funny when you're dead how people start listenin’"    i dislike how the author does not care about the tree, his "lost brother" until the tree has been cut down. I do not understand the line that says "I am prepared to live as long as he did." I think it means that the author is ready to live as long as he should. for example, the author is okay with dying when it is his time. that may be wrong but whatever. The author is also not referring to a single tree which i thought was weird. he is referring to trees as a whole. the line that says "at impossible locations" shows this. A tree is rooted in one spot and therefore can't be in different locations. so he must be talking about many trees.

Innaculation

I think this poem is about a preacher or pastor who was studying small pox and he listened to his slave about how the people in his home pace made it so the people did not get small pox. Then Cotton mathers, the preacher, used this in order to save a lot of people and start using the inncoulation process on many people. I think it is cool that the preacher respected his slave enough to listen to him and try using it on other people.