Wednesday, July 31, 2019

The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner - Summary | The Heritage of the Words


English | Summary | Unit: Love and Reminiscence
The Lamentation of an Old Pensioner | W.B. Yeats

Although I shelter from the rain
Under a broken tree,
My chair was nearest to the fire
In every company
That talked of love or politics,
Ere Time transfigured me.
Though lads are making pikes again
For some conspiracy,
And crazy rascals rage their fill
At human tyranny,
My contemplations are of Time
That has transfigured me.
There’s not a woman turns her face
Upon a broken tree,
And yet the beauties that I loved
Are in my memory;
I spit into the face of Time
That has transfigured me.

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Grandmother - Summary | The Heritage of the Words

English | Summary | Unit: Love and Reminiscence
Grandmother | Ray Young Bear

The poet of this poem, Ray Young Bear was born into a Meskwaki family on the Meskwaki Tribal Settlement in Iowa. He was guided by his maternal grandmother for knowing culture and heading forth for learning. He has an acute sense of dislocation in two different cultures, American and Meskwaki. So, he puts his respect towards his identity by valorizing in words. The theme of his poem and other words are American Indians’ search for identity.