week 9

My comments on

“The Chimney Sweeper” by William Blake

This poem is about a little girl whose mother died when she was very young and her father sold her. All she does is work from the break of dawn to dusk. She did not let anything get to her. She knew she was better than that. She liked to help people and make them feel better. When she helped one little boy, he told some of his friends what she said to him and that it made him feel better. Therefore, they would have hope too. Then later on, an angel came to Tom and talked to him. The angle told Tom that he was a good boy and that he had God and did not need anything else in his life. This made Tom super happy and he did not have a single fear in the world.

“My Papa’s Waltz” by Theodore Roethke

This is a poem about someone that is used to being abused by someone that drank all the time. It says there was whiskey on your breath that could make a small boy dizzy. It says no matter what my mother frown would or really could not go away. Not only was she unhappy but the boy was too and even the father was unhappy. Maybe that is why he was drinking. But, this still does not give him a reason to hit his son! He is not going to solve anything. I wonder what happened to make things this way. Was it something between the wife and husband? Was it something that happened in his family? Was it something to do with his job? Maybe, it was something between him and his son. So, he drank to make himself feel better but drinking made him violent and made him beat his child.

“My Mistress Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun” by Shakespeare

This poem is about a girl, a girl that he has falling head over heels in love with. He compares her beauty to the beauty of the world. He said her voice is like music to his ears. Nothing can compare to his feelings for her. Nothing could be or get any better than her. Her body is like nothing he has ever seen in his entire life. He said her walk is like what you could imagine a goddess’s walk would be like. He is in heaven and nothing can compare to her, not a thing. Nothing is more pleasant than her.