February 18, 2008 Archives
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, 5
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring; 10
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible, 15
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 't is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity. 20
The full text of this article is available through the EBSCOhost. It is erroneously cataloged as if Emily Dickinson herself is the author of the article, so you won't be able to find it by searching for Monteiro's name.
In the future, finding the article will be part of the homework assignment, but this time I'll give you the link.
VICTORY comes late,
And is held low to freezing lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
How sweet it would have tasted, 5
Just a drop!
Was God so economical?
His table's spread too high for us
Unless we dine on tip-toe.
Crumbs fit such little mouths, 10
Cherries suit robins;
The eagle's golden breakfast
God keeps his oath to sparrows,
Who of little love 15
Know how to starve!
The section on meter in the Hamilton book (193-202) is a bit too encyclopedic for our purposes, so I am taking some extra time to create some exercises that teach the points I want to make. You should scan those pages so that you will know what resources the book offers, but you won't be expected to do those exercises.WB 1-7 Meter.doc