As part of the project, students were asked to research poems in English, and read at least one that really called their attention. After reading the choosen poem, they were asked to write briefly about why that poem had interested them and how they felt reading it. Below there are a couple of poems and student's impressions.
The Boy Who Couldn't Ask:
The bell rings
Like an angel sings
The boy's frown flips
Cuz he loves these trips
To the familiar room
Where he will soon
See the girl
Each time they meet
He has quaking feet
Hands brush
Cheeks flush
Their faces close
Their daily dose
She may not see
Neither does he
But everyone else can
They are in love
Days pass and he can not ask
It seems like such a simple task
And eventually
As he can see
She's moved on
With his jacket on
And though he keeps it a mask
He is the boy who couldn't ask
By: Tyler Joseph
The main reason why I was attracted to this poem is because it reminded me of a very difficult time in my life, my first rejection and why it all happened.
Caio Santos 2ºC - 2EC3
Dreams:
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
By Langston Hughes
This poem called my attention because I believe that dreams are a way to get away of the difficulties that we live day to day. What would happen if, with all our fears, uncertainties and anguishes, we didn't had the comfort that hope gives us? Life is a dream! My mother always recite this poem to me as a life lesson, to continue believing, that is why it is so important to me. Personally, I like the phrase "hold fast to dreams", because I think that is what we are supposed to do, especially in times of sorrow, wars, funeral...
Ana Villalba 2ºB - 2EC2
Sonnet 18:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Author: William Shakespeare
- This poem caught my attention because while you are reading, you have to think at the same time, and have a lots of metaphores that are so amazing to think of, comparing with the personality of the person the author is talking about. Another think especial about this poem, is how the author talk about love, and the way he see this love that he feels about the girl he is in love.
Luana Nunes 2°B - 2EC2
The Bells (Edgar Allan Poe)
Hear the loud alarum bells–
Brazen bells!
What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
I chose this poem because I found very interesting the way the bells and the sound it makes are treated at the poem, where the sound of the bells ringing have a metaphorcally meaning, showing sad figures like terror, the night and screams. It interesting too the rhyme of the poem, where the three first verses finishes with the particule “ells”, and the two last verses finishes with the particule “ight”.
Eric Ueno 2°B- 2EC2
And The Moon And The Stars And The World
that´s what good for the soul:
By: Charles Bukowski
This poem is meaningful to me because it talks about what I do when I’m felling sad or angry. When I have these kinds of feelings I choose to walk or lay down on the floor to look the sky, the moon and the stars, because it calms me and I start feeling better. Furthermore, this poem says that it is good for the soul to walk at night, and that’s exactly what I think, because when you have these walks you also have a bigger contact with nature and the world. On the other hand, the author wrote about the stark reality of living a downtrodden and beer-soaked life, and that has caught my attention because it is the reality of many people in our society.
Carolina Pacobello Farah - 2° ano B - 2EC1
Life Is A Privilege by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire, To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow With great ambitions – in one hour to know The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!
Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose The mysteries of the human mind unclose. What marvels lie in the earth, and air, and sea!
What stores of knowledge wait our opening key!
What sunny roads of happiness lead out Beyond the realms of indolence and doubt! And what large pleasures smile upon and bless
The busy avenues of usefulness!
Life is a privilege. Thought the noontide fades And shadows fall along the winding glades, Though joy-blooms wither in the autumn air, Yet the sweet scent of sympathy is there. Pale sorrow leads us closer to our kind, And in the serious hours of life we find Depths in the souls of men which lend new worth
And majesty to this brief span of earth.
Life is a privilege. If some sad fate Sends us alone to seek the exit gate, If men forsake us and as shadows fall, Still does the supreme privilege of all Come in that reaching upward of the soul To find the welcoming Presence at the goal, And in the Knowledge that our feet have trod Paths that led from, and must wind back, to God
This poem was meaningful to me because it opens my mind to notice that the life that I think is hard because of the scholl or because the problems I have with family or friends are OK, It isn't the end of the world. I have to think that if I'm alive I'm lucky and I have to spend this life happy and without overthinking about these foolishness.
Niccolas Barbosa -
2° ano B - 2EC1