poetry “it’s always about death”. this is just to say william carlos williams i have eaten the...
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Poetry
“It’s always about death”
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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
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God’s Grandeur
Read the Poem…
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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)
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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
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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)
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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)
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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)
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By the Images
Trod
Trade
Toil
Soil
Foot
Shod
Nature
Freshness
Deep Down
Morning
Bent
Holy Ghost Broods
Warm Breast
Bright Wings
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.