Song of the Powers

Song of the Powers by David Mason

Mine, said the stone,
mine is the hour.
I crush the scissors,
such is my power,
stronger than wishes,
my power, alone.

Mine, said the paper,
mine are the words
that smother the stone
with imagined birds,
reams with them, flown
from the mind of the shaper.

Mine, said the scissors,
mine all the knives
gashing through paper's
ethereal lives;
nothing's so proper
as tattering wishes.

As stone crushes scissors,
as paper snuffs stone
and scissors cut paper,
all end alone.
So heap up your paper
and scissors your wishes
and uproot the stone
from the top of the hill.
They all end alone.
As you will, you will.

I really liked this poem. I thought that the poet symbolized power through the game rock paper scissors. I think that the rock was strength, paper was words and imagination, and scissors represent mental abuse.

The diction that the poet uses really makes the objects come alive and seem very powerful. "crush" "smother" "gashing". With the structure of the poem I saw that there is four stanzas and the last one is longer than the first three. It could be that the first three are talking about the powers individually and the last one all three comes together. This is significant because the poem talks about how having one power is bad. But combinding all three would be better.

The Cat

The Cat by Miroslav Holub

Outside it was night
like a book without letters.
And the eternal dark
dripped to the stars through the sieve of the
city.

I said to her
do not go
you'll only be trapped
and bewitched
and will suffer in vain.

I said to her
do not go
why want
nothing?

But a window was opened
and she went,

a black cat into the black night,
she dissolved,
a black cat in the black night,
she just dissolved
and no one ever saw her again.
Not even she herself.

But you can hear her
sometimes,
when it's quiet
and there's a northerly wind
and you listen intently
to your own self.

When I first read this poem I instantly connected with it.
What I thought of is a good kid turning down the wrong path and struggling with life. The kid knows what he is doing is wrong but he is not in a good situation and does it anyway. "she dissolved" he lost himself and he is no longer that "good kid" anymore. But in the mist of all of his struggling when he sits down and thinks he can remember the kid that he used to be.
I really connected with this poem because my brother has struggled with things for awhile now. He is a good kid but just went down the wrong path and is not in the Best situation. But I know that he wants to find himself again.

Alone

Alone By Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As other were - I have not seen
As other saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring -
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow - I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone -
And all I lov'd - I loved alone -
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stromy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still -
From the torrent, or the fountain -
From the red cliff of the mountain -
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by -
From the thunder, and the storm -
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view -

I really enjoyed this poem because I felt like I could relate to it. I thought that this poem was saying that the person is different an because of that he felt like everything he did he did it alone.
"I could not bring
My passions from a common spring"
So here he can not be passionate in the way others are. Different things make him passionate and this might make he seem odd.
"I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone"
Here I thought of "He walks to the beat of a different drum". Things that make us happy do not make him happy.
Everything that he does he does alone because the things that he is passionate about and happy about nobody else can same the same thing.