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Page 1: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

Poetry

“It’s always about death”

Page 2: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

THIS IS JUST TO SAYWilliam Carlos Williams

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

 

And which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast 

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

Page 3: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

God’s Grandeur

Read the Poem…

Page 4: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

Out Loud The world is charged with the grandeur of God.          It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;              It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil              Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?              Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;              And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;              And wears man's smudge & shares man's smell: the soil              Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

            And for all this, nature is never spent;            There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;            And though the last lights off the black West went            Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --            Because the Holy Ghost over the bent            World broods with warm breast & with ah! bright wings.

Page 5: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

According to the Punctuation

1. The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

2. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.

3. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

4. Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge & shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

5. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast & with ah! bright wings.

Page 6: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

According to the Outline

1. The world is charged with the grandeur of God.2. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;3. It gathers to greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. 4. Why do men then now not reck his rod?5. Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;6. And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with

toil; And wears man's smudge & shares man's smell: 7. the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.8. And for all this, nature is never spent;9. There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;10. And though the last lights off the black West went Oh,

morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast & with ah! bright wings.

Page 7: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

By the Lines

1. The world is charged with the grandeur of God.2.          It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;3.               It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil4.               Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?5.               Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;6.               And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;7.               And wears man's smudge & shares man's smell: the soil8.               Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

9.             And for all this, nature is never spent;10.            There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;11.            And though the last lights off the black West went12.            Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --13.            Because the Holy Ghost over the bent14.            World broods with warm breast & with ah! bright wings.

Page 8: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

By Looking at the Rhyming

God (1) Shod (8) Foil (2) oil (3) Rod (4) trod (5) Toil (6) soil (7) Spent (9) went (11) bent (13) Things (10) springs (12) wings (14)

Page 9: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

By its Alliterations

Grandeur God Shining shook Gathers greatness Ooze oil Reck rod Trod trod trod Seared smeared Wears man’s smudge shares man’s smell

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By Its Alliterations

Foot feel Nature never Deep down Last lights West went Brown brink Because bent broods breast bright warm breast bright wings bent world bright wings

Page 11: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

By the Images

Charged Light (Gen 1:3) Flame Out

God’s throne (Dan 7:9) Son…Eyes like flame of fire (Rev. 2:18) God appears as a flame (Ex. 3:2) Angel of Lord…flame of altar (Jud. 13:20) Tongues of fire (Acts 2:1-4)

Page 12: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

By the Images

Ooze of OilGethsemane (Luke 22:42)Cooking (I Kings 17:12-13)Lighting Lamps (Ex. 27:20)Anointing (Ps. 23:5)Bounding Wounds (Luke 10:34)Perfume (Luke 8:46)Land of oil of olive (Deut 8:8)

Page 13: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

By the Images

Crushed

Jesus sweat drops of blood (Lk 22:42-44)

Bruise head and bruise heal (Gen 3:15)

Rod

Rod from stem of Jessie (Is. 11:1-2)

Comfort (Ps. 23:4)

Page 14: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

By the Images

Trod

Trade

Toil

Soil

Foot

Shod

Nature

Freshness

Deep Down

Morning

Bent

Holy Ghost Broods

Warm Breast

Bright Wings

Page 15: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

By The # of SyllablesThe / world / is / charged/ with/ the/ gran/ deur / of / God.          It / will / flame/ out,/ like/ shi/ ning/ from/ shook/ foil;              It / ga/ thers/ to/ a/ great/ ness, / like / the / ooze / of / oil

Crushed. / Why / do / men / then / now / not/ reck / his / rod?

Ge/ ner/ a/ tions/ have / trod, / have/ trod, / have / trod;

And / all is seared/ with/ trade; / bleared, / smeared/ with/ toil;           And / wears / man's / smudge/ & / shares/ man's / smell: / the/ soil             Is/ bare / now,/ nor/ can/ foot/ feel,/ being/ shod.

           

Page 16: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

According to the Stressed/Unstressed syllables

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

x / x / x x / / x x The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

x x / x x / / x / x It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil 

x / / x x / / x x / x /  It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil 

Page 17: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

By Paraphrasing

The world is filled with the God’s greatness.It will flame out like the shinning of shaken foil.It gathers like the greatness of the ooze of

crushed oil. Why do men now not recognize God’s

blessing?People have lived for many years, yet they are worn out, tired, and dirtied from work; They wear humanity’s dirty stain and share

humanity’s unpleasant smell. The soil is barren now, and their feet cannot

feel because of their shoes.

Page 18: Poetry “It’s always about death”. THIS IS JUST TO SAY William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox And which you were probably

By the Triangle of Thought

1 14 world world

2 13 Flame out bent

3 12 ooze of oil morning springs

4 11 Crushed lights off

5 10 Generation there lives

6 9 All all

7 8 wears shods

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The Poem

God has revealed himself through his creation and the crucifixion of Jesus, yet people are still blinded to God. They are always pursuing God, trying to find him; they are tired and exhausted—covered in guilt and shame. They are, therefore, unable to save themselves nor are they able to personally experience God. But hope still exists. God is not finished. Hope exists in Jesus’ crucifixion, resurrection, and ascension.