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Continue The journey by mary oliver theme Mary Oliver – The Journey One day you finally knew What you had to do, and began, Though the voices around you Kept shouting Their bad advice‚ Though the whole house Began to tremble And you felt the old tug At your ankles. “Mend my life!” Each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, Though the wind pried With its stiff fingers At the very foundations‚ Though their melancholy Was terrible. It was already late Enough, and a wild night, And the road full of fallen Branches and stones. But little by little, As you left their voices behind, The stars began to burn Through the sheets of clouds, And there was a new voice, Which you slowly Recognized as your own, That kept you company As you strode deeper and deeper Into the world, Determined to do The only thing you could do‚ Determined to save The only life you could save. Yes, it can be really hard to just follow your own heart and go on your own path despite what everyone around you is saying. And this poem by Mary Oliver really covers a lot of feelings I have towards that topic. Maybe it also speaks to you and encourages you to go your own individual way and also to continue to do so although it might get tough at times. The struggle will be worth it! Talk to you soon again Theresa One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voice behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life that you could save. Mary OliverThe Journey One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice–though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles.‘Mend my life!’each voice cried.But you didn’t stop.You knew what you had to do,though the wind priedwith its stiff fingersat the very foundations,though their melancholywas terrible.It was already lateenough, and a wild night,and the road full of fallenbranches and stones.But little by little,as you left their voices behind,the stars began to burnthrough the sheets of clouds,and there was a new voicewhich you slowlyrecognised as your own,that kept you companyas you strode deeper and deeperinto the world,determined to dothe only thing you could do–determined to savethe only life you could save. Poem Instructions: Find two journey poems by well-known authors and write a paragraph analysis of each. The Journey by Mary Oliver (Poem) One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do— determined to save the only life you could save. "One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice... ...a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, ...kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world..." -from Mary Oliver's "The Journey" Look below the fold for the poem in its entirety, an accompanying literary analysis by Ms. K, and guidelines for your literary analysis papers. “The Journey”by Mary Oliver, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around you kept shoutingtheir bad advice-though the whole house began to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles.“Mend my life!”each voice cried.But you didn’t stop.You knew what you had to do,though the wind priedwith its stiff fingers at the very foundations,though their melancholywas terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night,and the road full of fallen branches and stones.But little by little,as you left their voices behind,the stars began to burnthrough the sheets of clouds,and there was a new voicewhich you slowlyrecognized as your own,that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world,determined to dothe only thing you could do-determined to savethe only life that you could save. -from Dream Work “The Journey” by Mary Oliver is a poem about transformation. The speaker challenges us to reject a life that revolves solely around responsibility to others, and to enter into the “wild night” in order to find our own voices. To be true to our hearts in the face of the power of conformity is always a wild ride A journey like this goes against the prevailing current; it requires a certain “stepping out of line”, a certain break with polite society. Other people, their voices “shouting their bad advice”, feel the ripples. They want us to stay and take care of them: to mend their lives. Oliver speaks to the birth of a new, authentic self, one not conditioned by the past. In stepping out, we don’t walk away from the world, but into it. Eventually, the new voice “...[keeps] you companyas you [stride] deeper and deeper into the world…The reality is profoundly simple: in being true to that small voice within, we are being of service in the most profound way possible. In saving “the only life [we] could save”, we are affirming one of the deepest and most sobering truths of all: no one else can ever walk our journeys for us. Each of us must respond to the call on our own. Written in free verse, with one example of internal rhyme ( “… you finally knew / what you had to do”), this poem’s structure is continuous, with one stanza break. Like many poets before her, including Frost in “The Road Not Taken”, Oliver uses the extended metaphor of a physical journey as a metaphor for a solitary, spiritual journey towards individual change. Other examples of figurative language include sensory images of a “tug at our ankles” and a “road full of fallen branches and stones” which reflect the obstacles that attempt to keep us from our destination, and personification in “… the wind pried / with its stiff fingers.” This poem captures that moment when we decide that we must listen to our own voices in order to live an authentic lives. It addresses the fundamental human experience of leaving behind the old, and entering the new. -Ms. K Questions to address when analysing a poem: Who is the speaker? Is the voice of the speaker in the poem different from that of the poet? That is the poem about? Is there a metaphor or an extended metaphor? What sensory images do I find? When I scan the poem, are there unusual patterns or deviations in meter that are worthy of note? What figurative language is used? Is there evidence that this poem is universal? (Universality means that it "appeals to readers in a wide variety of cultures and across a wide variety of historical periods--i.e., basic emotions, situations, values, and attitudes that readers can relate to regardless of other cultural or historical differences." (Definitions found at Literary Terms and Definitions) Your literary analysis must be typed, be 300-400 words in length, and must include a copy of the poem. See me if you have any questions! Page 2 If I were a car, I would be a lime green volkswagen coming home after a trans-continental journey. What car are YOU? Look below the fold for today's journal activity "If I Were". It's due Wednesday, typed, at the beginning of class. Don't forget to answer the questions on "The Stranger" and to study the tips on writing about poetry. If I were a month, I would be: If I were a day of the week, I would be: If I were a time of day, I would be: If I were a planet, I would be: If I were a sea animal, I would be: If I were a direction, I would be: If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: If I were a sin, I would be: If I were a liquid, I would be: If I were a body of water, I would be: If I were a stone, I would be: If I were a tree, I would be: If I were a bird, I would be: If I were a flower/plant, I would be: If I were a kind of weather, I would be: If I were a musical instrument, I would be: If I were an animal, I would be: If I were a color, I would be: If I were an emotion, I would be: If I were a vegetable, I would be: If I were a sound, I would be: If I were an element, I would be: If I were a car, I would be: If I were a song, I would be: If I were a movie, I would be directed by: If I were a book, I would be written by: If I were a food, I would be: If I were a place, I would be: If I were a material, I would be: If I were a taste, I would be: If I were a scent, I would be: If I were a word, I would be: If I were an object, I would be: If I were a body part, I would be: If I were a facial expression, I would be: If I were a subject in school, I would be: If I were a dog, I would be: If I were a cat, I would be: If I were a number, I would be: (“The Journey by Mary Oliver Essay Example | Topics and Well Written Essays - 750 words”, n.d.) Retrieved from (The Journey by Mary Oliver Essay Example | Topics and Well Written Essays - 750 Words) . “The Journey by Mary Oliver Essay Example | Topics and Well Written Essays - 750 Words”, n.d. . Cited: 1 times Mary Oliver is a contemporary poet from Maple Heights, Ohio. She has won the National Book Award, Pulitzer Prize and was described by The New York Times as “far and away, America’s best-selling poet.” Her early influence came from visiting the home of Edna St. Vincent Millay at the age of 17. Soon after, she moved in to live with Millay’s sister and spent the next 6-7 years there. Her first collection of poetry, entitled No Voyage and Other Poems, was published in 1963. Writing in the vein of Whitman and Thoreau, Oliver is known for her vivid and powerful depictions of nature. Some consider her to be a regionalist, as many of her poems draw inspiration from her childhood homes in both Ohio and New England. Oliver has been known to keep to herself and prefers her poetry to speak for her; in this regard, many have compared her to Emily Dickinson. Her works have been described as an ”indefatigable guide to the natural world” and “[insisting] on the primacy of the physical” by various critics. Some in the feminist movement have criticized her works, however, as they feel as though women cannot empower themselves through identifying with nature. Nevertheless, Mary Oliver is widely regarded as one of the greatest female poets in American history. “The Journey” Text One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice – though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do – determined to save the only life you could save. “The Journey” Analysis – Nicholas Gupta “The Journey” by Mary Oliver is a poem about the journey one takes through life in order to become an individual. From the beginning of the poem the speaker introduces us to the sudden realization that we can listen to our own self-conscious and still excel through life. ”The voices around us” the voices of society, do nothing but “shout their bad advice”. We live in a world where in order to be considered “normal” we must conform to society. The speaker leaves us with the daunting task to find our own voice, in a world where society seems to speak for everyone. We begin our expedition with a feeling of being lost in an environment so large, but as soon as we understand that our heart, the natural road map we are all instilled with, is the key to our success, that feeling of being lost quickly transitions to the feeling of Transcendental bliss. As we depart on our journey that Mary Oliver invites us to take, it is not to long into it when we hear voices. However these voices are not the ones that we want to hear. “Mend my life! each voice cried”. As with any society, there are always people asking for help. There are always people in need of care, but this journey requires us to continue despite “their melancholy” calls for help. As we learn to step away from a world where society controls our every move, it is only then that we are able to make the leap into the new world. The world led by our own voice. Nevertheless that jump is not easy because along the way we will be walking along a “road full of branches and stones.” These branches and stones are Oliver’s way of representing the many hardships and problems that we will encounter along the way. “Little by little” one step at a time it will become easier to leave the past behind and continue down the path. The next five lines are what I believe to be the changing point or climax of the poem. “The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own”. The sudden realization or light bulbs which are represented by the stars started to emerge in our brain and burn through the sheets of clouds that represent the previously uncertain thoughts we may have had about breaking from society. It is at this point that we recognize our own voice, a voice that has actually kept us company and guided us throughout our journey. This is our conscious, the voice of our hearts. This was the voice that saved us. Link to a critical analysis of “The Journey” Link to a video poem for “The Journey” “What I Have Learned So Far” Text Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world? Because, properly attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion. Can one be passionate about the just, the ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit to no labor in its cause? I don’t think so. All summations have a beginning, all effect has a story, all kindness begins with the sown seed. Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of light is the crossroads of — indolence, or action. Be ignited, or be gone. “What I Have Learned So Far” Analysis – Daniel Nazzaro In “What I Have learned so Far”, one of Mary Oliver’s finest works, she states that meditation is “honorable” and believes that she should in fact partake in this ancient practice. She sees, as many transcendentalists did, that a certain peace can be found in nature that can’t be found anywhere else. Oliver even goes so far as to say that she should meditate on a hillside “every morning of [her] life”. When she says she will meditate every morning she is showing her dedication to something that she really believes in. Political correctness was not in Mary Oliver’s dictionary. This was a most formidable trait, because Mary was purely a realist and she had no problem saying what she thought about the world and society, this poem being a prime example. Mary takes on a belief many American’s have, namely college and high school students, that just claiming to be passionate about a cause but not take action shows that you are not indeed genuinely passionate. One of the most modern day examples of this “false passion” would be the so- called “Kony 2012 movement”. High school and College students were “up in arms” when the news of this evil Warlord in Africa, who used child soldiers, gained media attention via YouTube. These students felt by watching a 30 minute video they were transformed into social activists. Unbeknownst to them Warlords had been waging wars, using child soldiers and even committing genocide before Joseph Kony was even born. The last sentence of the poem “Be ignited, or be gone,” cuts deep into the reader. This is Mary Oliver’s wake up call to the world, her way to tell everyone to take a look in the mirror and figure out what their priorities are. If you are going to do something you must be fully dedicated, and motivated enough to go out and, at least try, to fight for what you believe in. Link to video poem for “What I Have Learned So Far” on the internet “When Death Comes” Text When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I considr eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence, and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth. When it’s over, I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened or full of argument. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world. “When Death Comes” Analysis – Jake Brady Of all the intangible topics humans have tackled since the dawn of time, death has possibly caused the most controversy. Some prefer to take a more spiritual approach, claiming that we will all be judged by an omniscient being when the time comes, while others state that there is no way of knowing the true answer. In her poem “When Death Comes,” Mary Oliver tackles this difficult subject and provides somewhat of an avant-garde solution through the use of simile, metaphor and imagery. Oliver begins the poem by comparing death to an animal when she states, “When death comes / like the hungry bear in autumn.” From the start, this greatly simplifies things for the reader, as visual comparisons are generally simple to grasp. The bear touches on the greater theme of nature that is present in many of Oliver’s poems. It is possible that, rather than describing death through the use of complicated devices, the author feels as if the natural world gives us the best explanations for our questions. From this point, Oliver utilizes figure of speech multiple times in equating death with someone that “takes all the bright coins from his purse / to buy me,” “the measle-pox,” and “an iceberg between the shoulder blades.” These descriptions seem to argue that death can manifest itself in a myriad forms and any attempt at creating a singular description is most likely futile. In the following lines, Oliver seems to present the viewpoint that her mere meditations on death are pushing her to reimagine the world. For example, after proposing that death is similar to a “cottage of darkness,” she quickly states that she will now “look upon everything / as a brotherhood and a sisterhood.” To her, time is “no more than an idea,” as all of us share this common point at which things drastically change. In Oliver’s opinion, life is a fluid thing and doesn’t necessarily have an ending point; therefore, this world should be viewed as a community, “each life as a flower, as common / as a field daisy.” This collective mindset is also compared to “a comfortable music in the mouth,” which eventually, “as all music does, [moves] toward silence.” Oliver continues her metaphorical speech with the statement, “each body a lion of courage, and something / precious to the earth.” Here, the author is making the claim that, as beings who share a common mission, we are all unique and important to this planet. Again, the theme of nature is present, as an animal is used for comparison purposes. In the next stanza, Oliver turns inward to offer her thoughts on what she wants to ultimately get out of death. She states that, as her life is ending, she wants to be able to view it retrospectively and say, “I was a bride married to amazement. / I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.” To Oliver, the awe that this topic inspires is the driving force behind living a life full of wonder and joy. It’s not about, as she puts it, “having visited this world.” It is about understanding that we are all objects on a continuum that extends an unimaginable distance in both directions. Simply put, when this thing called “death” comes along, Mary Oliver wants to know that she questioned, lived to the fullest and loved all. In my opinion, this poem combines transcendentalist and existentialist viewpoints to offer a potential solution to the “problem” we call death. For Oliver, “When Death Comes” isn’t as much about explaining death as it is redefining it. According to her, we must search within ourselves and the environment around us to assign meaning to this world. Death is not something to be feared; rather, it is a stop along a journey that provides us with perspective. Ironically, death may never “come,” as the title suggests. Perhaps it is always there, forever a part of this unfolding experience we call life. Link to a critical analysis of “When Death Comes” Edna St. Vincent Millay Edna St. Vincent Millay was a noted poet and feminist during the early 20th century. Mary Oliver derived great inspiration from her work after deciding to move in with Milay’s sister, Norma, a few years after her death. Once there, Oliver assisted in organizing Edna’s paperwork from her life. 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