Sunday, 17 August 2014

Sunday's Poems #2

^.^ Why hello there! It's time for another Sunday's Poems! (I still don't have an
other name... Yikes) So let's get right to business!


Sunday's poems is an original meme by yours truly. It's a relatively simple meme. Basically you:
  • Grab a book of poetry (or grab Google), select a totally random poem.
  • Post the poem on the blog.
  • Then you try to comprehend the poem's meaning
  • After doing so, you choose a book that you think fits the poem, and explain why! :D
I present to you Nobody knows this little Rose
Nobody knows this little Rose --
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it --
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey --
On its breast to lie --
Only a Bird will wonder --
Only a Breeze will sigh --
Ah Little Rose -- how easy
For such as thee to die
By Emily Dickinson


So, for those who have no idea who Emily Dickson is, she's more of a gardener than a poet. Most (*cough* all of them) poems of hers evolve around metaphors...using plants. Go figure. 
But who am I to criticize? I actually quite enjoy her  poetry ^.^ even though it gets a little dramatic in there sometimes, but you gotta give a girl some space to weep about her bees grass. 

um...right, so i'll do a quick walk through of how i comprehend the meaning of this creative poem. 
In the first few lines, Emily likes to emphasize that she's god in her garden. She decides which flower is to live and which is to die. 
Then, about the bee and butterfly and bird and breeze, writing about them as if to mourning over the loss of a friend. And the last few lines just tell the truth. What is a simple little rose to us? Nobody will give a dead rose a second glance. 
This poem is pretty much one big metaphor. Because it's pretty much like humans, right? Sure, close friends will mourn over a lost one... but the rest of the world? Nobody really cares. Just another dead person, like many others. So yeah... kind of depressing huh? 


Now.... a book that fits this poem? umm... *goes to shelves* 

So... i chose The Fault in Our Stars for two reasons. One, because it is camped with metaphors. And two, because hazel pretty much thinks of herself as a small dot in the universe. 
"There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten, and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does."   -Hazel Grace Lancaster

I suppose that explains my motives? Seriously, though. You should read this book. I really enjoyed it ^.^ Even though it is extraordinarily over rated (guess why? Cancer patients.). Just be prepared, The Fault in Our Stars is cramped with metaphors and sickening drama.  Yes, sickening, i know what i said. It was... pretty annoying. All these philosophical teenagers were getting on my nerves. Buuuuut, i can't say more bad things about it or my friend will fry me alive ;).

Lot's of Luck,
Bee