**NATIONAL POETRY 0F L0VE**

1. T0 MY WIFE

I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay;

From a poet to a poem I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair,

Love will waft it till it settles On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land,

It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.

And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again,

and part, Nay, there is nothing we should rue,

I have my beauty,-you your Art, Nay, do not start,

One world was not enough for two Like me and you.

OSCAR WILDE, IRELAND.

2. A RED RED ROSE

O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June;

O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I

And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun;

I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run

And fare thee weel, my only Luve, And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my Luve,Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

ROBERT BURNS, SCOTLAND

I think this poems is about love because he's describing

his love to the readers as defferent abjects like: a red rose and also as a melodie, and he'salso saying how in love he is. he's also letting the reader know that he'll still love that certain person no matter what.

3. HOW DO I LOVE THEE?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,

I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee

better after death.

ELIZABETH BROWNING, ENGLANd

I think this poem is about love because he's letting the person that he loves know how much he loves them. he's a;so letting them know that his love for them is pure, and at the end he lets them know that he'll love them better after death.

4. IT'S TRUE

Ay, the pain it costs me to love you as I love you!

For love of you, the air, it hurts, and my heart, and my hat, they hurt me.

Who would buy it from me, this ribbon I am holding, and this sadness of cotton,

white, for making handkerchiefs with? Ay, the pain it costs me to love you as I love

you!

FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA, SPAIN

I think this poem is about love because he's going through alot just to love her.

5. I HARDLY REMEMBER

I hardly remember your voice,

but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood.

I carry you in my depths,

trapped in the sludgelike one of those corpses the sea refuses to give up.

It was a spoiled remnant of the South.

A beach without fishing boats, where the sun was for sale.

A stretch of shore, now a jungle of lights and languages that grudgingly offered,

defeated, its obligation of sand.

The night of that day punished us at its whim.

I held you so close I could barely see you.

Autumn was brandishing guffaws and danceband sand the sea tore at the pleasure-

boats in a frenzy.

Your hand balanced, with its steady heat,the wavering tepidness of alcohol.

The gardenscame at me from far away through your skirt.

My high-tide mark rose to the level of your breasts.

Carpets, like tentacles, wriggling down to the strand,

attracted passers-by to the mouth of the clamor.

With lights and curtains, above the tedium the bedrooms murmured in the grand hotels.

There are dark moments when our ballast gives out from so much banging around.

Moments, or centuries,when the flesh revels in its nakedness and reelsto its own destruction,

sucking the life from itself.

I groped around me, trying on your embrace,

but love was not where your embrace was.

I felt your hands stroking that physical achebut a great nothing went before your hands.

I searched, down the length of your soulless surrender,

for a calm bay where I could cast a net,

yearning to hear a trace of the vendor's voicestill wet

with the glimmer of the flapping minnows.

It was a spoiled remnant of the South.

The aroma of muscatel was tainted with whiskey breath.

I carry that dead embrace inside me yet like a foreign object the flesh tries to reject.

RAFAEL GUILLEN, MEXICO

6. EBONY LIFE

A frightening stillness will mark that day

And the shadow of streetlights and fire-alarms will exhaust the light All things,

the quietest and the loudest,

will be silent The suckling brats will die

The tugboats the locomotives the wind will glide

by in silence We will hear the great voice which coming from far away will pass over the city

We will wait a long time for it. Then at the rich man's time of day.

When the dust, the stones, the missing tears, form the sun's robe on the huge deserted squares

We shall finally hear the voice.

It will growl at doors for a long while,

It will pass over the town tearing up flags and breaking windowpanes.

We will hear it What silence before it,

but still greater the silence it will not disturb but will hold guilty will brand and denounce.

Day of sorrows and joys The day the day to come when the voice will pass over the city.

A ghostly seagull told me she loved me as much as I loved her

That this great terrible silence was my love That the wind carrying the voice was the great

revolt of the world And that the voice would look kindly on me.

ROBERT DESNOS, FRANCE

7. YOU'LL LOVE ME YET AND I CAN TARRY

You'll love me yet and I can tarry,

Your love's protracted growing:

June reared that bunch of flowers you carry

From seeds of April's sowing.

I plant a heartful now: some seed

At least is sure to strike,

And yield what you'll not pluck indeed,

Not love, but, may be, like!

You'll look at least on love's remains,

A grave's one violet:Your look? that pays a thousand pains.

What's death? You'll love me yet!

ROBERT BROWNING, ENGLAND

8. THE DEFINITION OF LOVE

My love is of a birth as rare

As 'tis for object strange and high:

It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone Could show me so divine a thing,

Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive Where my extended soul is fixed

But Fate does iron wedges drive, And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see Two perfect loves, nor lets them close:

Their union would her ruin be, And her tyrranic power depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel Us as the distant Poles have placed

(Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel) Not by themselves to be embraced,

Unless the giddy heaven fall, And earth some new convulsion tear;

And, us to join, the world should all Be cramped into a planisphere.

As lines (so loves) oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet:

But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the love which us doth bind, But Fate so enviously debars,

Is the conjunction of the mind,And opposition of the stars.

ANDREW MARVELL, ENGLAND

9. MY LOVE REVEALS OBJETCTS

My love reveals objects

silken butterflies concealed in his fingers

his words splash me with stars night shines like lightning under the fingers of my love

my love invents worlds where jeweled glittering serpents live

worlds where music is the world worlds where houses with open eyes contemplate the dawn

my love is a mad sunflower that forgets fragments of sun in the silence.

ISABEL FRAIRE, MEXICO

i think this poem is about love because she's comparing her love to many objects.

10. LOVE SONNET 47

My love is as a fever, longing still

For that which longer nurseth the disease,

Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,

Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.

My reason, the physician to my love,

Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,

Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except.

Past cure I am, now reason is past care,

And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;

My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are,

At random from the truth vainly expressed.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,

Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

WILLIAM SHAKEPEARE,ENGLAND

ELAWLRL2

ELAWLRL2:

ELAWLRL1

ELAWLRL1 :The student demonstrates comprehension by identifying evidence (i.e., examples of diction, imagery, point of view, figurative language, symbolism, plot events, main ideas, and cultural characteristics) in a variety of texts representative of different genres (i.e., poetry, prose [short story, novel, essay, editorial, biography], and drama) and using this evidence as the basis for interpretation

MY TRANSLATION:

I'm able to show that I understand the different typres of figurative devices in a poem by being able to show them and point them out, also by being able to translate them into a more simple way.

**An Unforgettable Journey**

My life is filled with many memorable moments, some that I can even tell you the exact time they occurred. Some things I hope I will always be able to remember but some I wish I could forget. Other people have memorable moments that have probably happened in a day or in a couple hours, mine is different, my memorable moment lasted about 9 months, and of course it would have to be my pregnancy. One of the biggest moments that I know I won’t forget anything about.
I found out I was pregnant last year when I was already two months along, on August the 9th to be exact. I remember because I had just started going back to school a couple of days before. That day I had just come back from buying two pregnancy tests and I remember feeling so scared, I know other girls would be so excited to find out they were having a baby but that was the one thing I feared. I was scared of taking the tests, I was scared of what the test would read and I was scared of what my grandma would say because I already knew she would be anything but happy with me. So, I sat in the bathroom waiting to see how many lines the test would show, of course I was hoping for just one but I ended up seeing two little pink lines. I sat in the bathroom for awhile just staring at the lines and even though it said I was pregnant I still couldn’t believe it. I still had the second test that I hadn’t taken yet so I waited until the next morning to take it. I hadn’t used the bathroom all night because I wanted to wait for when I took the test, and again like it showed before, I WAS pregnant. That morning I remember sitting down in the bathroom thinking about what I was going to do. Then I started crying, because during that time I was still trying to get over the fact that my boyfriend had been deported about 2 months before. I pictured myself. A sixteen year old girl; who had no job and a boyfriend that was somewhere in a whole different country; was going to have a baby in a couple of months. I didn’t tell anyone that I was pregnant but my sister. She was the only person I told at the time because I knew she wouldn’t tell anyone unless I asked her to. A couple months went by and I told my cousins. I didn’t start showing till I was about five months along and that’s around the time that my grandma asked me why I haven’t gone to a doctor yet. I was shocked at the fact that she had asked me that because I didn’t know that she already knew. So from then on I started receiving prenatal care. On my first prenatal visit, October 15, I saw my baby; I got so excited when I saw my baby for the first time.
Since I was already far enough to see whether I was having a boy or a girl, my doctor told me they were going to be able to tell me on that day. It was really hard to see what it was because it wouldn’t stop moving, every time they would get a good sonogram shot it would quickly move, but the ultrasound lady managed to get a good shot of it and she told me I was having a boy.
I was so happy because I was hoping I would have a boy, and for the first time I got what I wanted. Before I left the office they told me that my due date was February 22, and then I started thinking that it was only four months away; which meant my baby would soon be here, and also, meant that I had to hurry and buy his things. A couple months went by making me ten months along and by Christmas I was bigger then ever. Around that time I was ready to pop. I wasn’t able to sleep because of my backaches, I couldn’t sleep on my back because I would run out of breath, and I still had morning sickness which for me was all-day sickness. But I also wanted to see my baby already and it felt like it was taking forever. Two months later February came and I had a doctor’s appointment on the 3rd. It was suppose to be my second to last check-up but my doctor said that I was able to have my baby already if I wanted to. I had two choices: having my baby on the coming week or waiting for the 22nd.
February 10th came and I was in a hospital bed at 8:30 in the morning with a needle in my left hand and a monitor strapped around my stomach. They inserted Pitocin into my medicine to start my contractions and at 12:00 they broke my water. My sister, my cousin, my two best friends, and my friends’ cousin were with me at the time, so I felt less scared. By 6:00 they told me I should be having my baby anytime soon, but I didn’t believe them because it was already the third time I had heard that. By that time nothing else was on my mind but having my baby. My contractions were getting stronger and I couldn’t really do anything but wait. It was February 11, and it was 2:55 in the morning and the only thing I was ready for was to push this baby out. My doctor came in along with seven other nurses and got everything ready. I don’t remember anything else but me pushing. 3:10 came and so did Adan Jaizien Garcia, 20 inches long and weighing in at 7 pounds and 15 ounces. My pregnancy wasn’t just a memorable moment; it was journey full of fear, worries, tears, joy and pain, but going through all of that made me a mother of someone who’s worth everything in the world to me. My fat boy.

**MY TRANSLATION OF THE GPS!!**

ELA10C1: The student demonstrates understanding and control of the rules of the English language, realizing that usage involves the appropriate application of conventions and grammar in both written and spoken formats.

CRISTINA'S TRANSLATION:

I have to show what the rules of English do and mean, also I have to

know that the correct way to using the English Language is by using it correctly

in both grammer and writing, in writing meaning the use of correct

punctuation marks.