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Reflection#7

For this journal entry since the professor said that it was free topic and since we are talking about poems in my Spanish class I had to write a type of poem called a “décima” and I am going to share it with you guys and tell you its meaning. Hope you guys like it and I would like to know your opinion on this poem and also if you see it in a different perspective as I do. It’s called Patria Mía….

Patria Mía
Si los tiempos han cambiado
Todos los que nos marginan
Y los que nos discriminan
Estereotipo afectado
La violencia ha aumentado
Patria mía, porque dañar
Nuestros bellos despertar
Puerto Rico que ha pasado
Que mucho hemos cambiado
Quisiera a mi país calmar

I wrote this poem thinking about the way things have changed in all this years. By talking to our grandparents we can see how times have really changed. In those times they use to work really hard for what they wanted and there weren’t so many crimes as today. We have the tendency to say that Puerto Rico has no progress, that it has changed a lot and not for the best but we don’t do anything to make it better. For this stereotype that they have stamped us with for years can be called a mistake. We don’t work anymore; we don’t fight for what we want. We like everything in our hands. We don’t work as one to make our island be what it use to be once a long time ago.

SEX WITHOUT LOVE

Reflection #6

For this journal entry I frankly didn’t know which poem to write about or what to say about them because as you all know poems are interpreted by everyone in a different way. The only person who knows its real meaning is the one who wrote it, in other words the author.

I chose the poem written by Sharon Olds, “Sex without Love”, because I agree with the way she thinks and in the way she writes the poem it’s just so true. Having sex on today’s days it’s just plain normal. It doesn’t even matter with who you do it with. People already lost even the meaning of what a kiss is. Now you give a kiss to just about anyone. I’m not saying that everyone thinks or acts that way but majority rules, unfortunately. How can you have sex with a person that you don’t love? How can you give your body to a person that might not deserve you at all? I mean we are more than just a sex object but frankly we don’t value ourselves. I mean like they say it’s just for the pleasure but how about when it all ends… do you actually feel satisfied and happy or do you feel empty inside or just normal like if that was just one more of the many that have passed through your hands…We need to be careful because we have made this a normal routine, part of our everyday life and it shouldn’t be this way. This should be something special and nice shared with only the person you love and that are going to be with the rest of your life…but not everyone thinks the same way so just think about the consequences that this could lead to and the values you’ve been taught.

Poems

Reflection #5

For this journal entry I will talk about a couple of Poems that we read in class from chapter 22 named Images. Let’s start with the meaning of image. From what the book describes image is language that addresses the senses. In my words image in a poem is the way in which you write something and by reading it you can use your five senses: touch, smell, feel, taste and see (or imagine the scenario). As chapter 22 says one of the most common images in poetry is the visual because the poems tend to make us use our imagination a lot and imagine every single passage in it.

The first poem that I’m going to be talking about is William Carlos Williams’ “Poem”. It is describing a cat who is walking very slowly and mysteriously then jumping on top of a closet and carefully stepping down into a flowerpot. With the words carefully used in this poem you can visualize the cat doing all of these movements and if you do have a cat for a pet you know how they tend to act. How they can be really not trust worthy etc…

The second poem it’s called “Windsurfing” written by David Solway. This poem describes how does it feel to windsurf from the moment you are standing in the beach getting ready to do this sport to when you’re riding this waves. How your adrenaline rushes through your veins and the balance you must keep to be able to tame the waves you are riding among other things. By reading a poem like this you just want to be out there and even though you might not know how to you get this rush inside that you would like to learn quick just to feel the same feeling the author is describing in his poem.