Allen+Yang


 * Allen Yang**

"A poem...begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion finds the thought and the thought finds the words."
 * - Robert Frost**

**Myself** I have never really liked poetry, and honestly even till now I don't like it very much. But I've had a newer perspective on it, perhaps in the future I'd shift my full view of poetry.

This first poem describes an incident that happened in my old school.

It was in my 5th grade year, nearing the end of the school year, the class ended up on the top floor in an abandoned room having fun with board games. It was loud and amidst all that a car crashed through the recess yard gate.

My ode is to a window, I talk of how it serves me and how its deed is returned. The moral is treat something/one the way you would want to be treated.

My riff poem consists of a quote that I got from the movie "The Dark Knight". The character "Harvey Dent AKA Two Face Dent said this line before he turned evil. It talks about how the only world is a cruel place to be and that to resolve the issue is to take chances using the method of flipping a coin. So I took off from there and continued along with it.

This poem talks about the way I was raised and I felt as though that using my parents seemed pretty lame because it's very obvious that they did. So instead I picked "the world", it is the only reason why all of us are alive for more than a second.

My last poem is a sonnet, it talks of a soldier across seas who comes upon being ambushed. As his comrades die off, he's amongst all this chaos, feeling helpless and in extreme pain. Longing to head home, as he misses his family, waiting for rescue to arrive.

**William Carlos Williams** //William Carlos Williams is an american poet born in Rutherford, New Jersey on September 17th, 1883. Poetry became a thing of his when he was in high school, and from then on he decided that he would be dedicated to be either a writer or doctor. And after graduating from University of Pennsylvania (UPenn) he received an MD. Poetry wasn't his main interest at the time, until he met Ezra Pound who he met at UPenn as well, but later befriended. Pound was a great influence on Carlos Williams, and throughout// //He wasn't just a poet, he also excelled in the medicine field, but was always more involved with this poetic side than his pediatrician side. But throughout the rest of his life, it was obvious that he was more dedicated into being a poet rather than a physician.//

//His poems seems simple and easy to read on the outside, but don't judge a book by its cover. William Carlos Williams's poems tend to have a much deeper meaning to them that takes a while to interpret. Almost all of them have a relation to nature, and it somehow links to the feelings and emotions of people.// The following are 5 poems by William Carlos Williams

**Apology - W.C.W**

Why do I write today?

The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it

colored women day workers--- old and experience--- returning home at dusk in cast of clothing faces like old Florentine oak.

Also

the set pieces of your faces stir me--- leading citizens--- but not in the same way.

This poem talks of certain group of women, somewhere in this world.They're colored, old yet experienced, while enduring a hard day's work. It's not that hard to interpret perhaps there's a deeper meaning to it. Most of his lines doesn't start out with capitalizations, however occasionally in the middle of a line there will be capitalization.

**Approach of Winter- W.C.W**

The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go or driven like hail stream bitterly out to one side and fall where the salvias, hard carmine like no leaf that ever was -- edge the bare garden

The poem talks about the plants and trees, how their leaves are stripped from the branches and stems as winter progresses its way. William Carlos Williams uses some great yet short descriptions to create a scenario of those days before the approach of winter. He also uses several comas to pause in between a line.

**Between Walls -W.C.W**

the back wings of the

hospital where nothing

will grow lie cinders

in which shine the broken

pieces of a green bottle

//The poems sounds as though it talks of an abandoned area in a hospital, un-inhabitated. All that lies are broken pieces of ornaments and cinders. Perhaps it talks about someone's broken memories that are abandoned and trapped between walls.// //I noticed several things about this poem, William Carlos Williams doesn't capitalize any of his sentences and ending a second sentence with just one or at most 2 words.//

**Blizzard - W.C.W**

Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down -- the blizzard drifts its weight deeper and deeper for three days or sixty years, eh? Then the sun! a clutter of yellow and blue flakes -- Hairy looking trees stand out in long alleys over a wild solitude The man turns and there -- his solitary track stretched out upon the world

//I do not know of the exact meaning, but the blizzard is associated with a man and his feelings. The Blizzard itself is actually something inanimate, I suppose a surge of strong emotions, something like anger and love.//

**Complete Destruction- W.C.W** It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard. Those fleas that escaped earth and fire died by the cold.

//This poem is really hard to interpret, the title of it can't simply relate to the exact words of the poem. As I can only interpret through the first 3 and last 3 lines, then linking it to the title. It's ensured to be talking about something destructive or tragic. An icy day portrays something dangerous, and as they bury a cat which means that it was once alive, they take off its coffin and bring hell to it. They annihilate something that is already lifeless, as if it isn't bad enough. Now fleas don't exist on icy days, as it has to be cold, so it symbolizes something struggling to escape as a result of the burning cat. They later die of later consequences. It creates "complete destruction". The closest thing to relate to such destruction is maybe a "nuclear explosion", as it creates super high heat that burns everything on contact within the impact area and later perish by the cold. The cold is probably an aftermath of the nuclear explosion, that brings nuclear winter. So now the cat is burned to ashes, which means a complete destruction took process of direct impact and aftermath.//

**Memory Poem** On the highest floor of the premises, In a once abandoned room, A class of hollering kids, Engaging in board game activity,

All lost in the fun, All lost within their mind,

Amongst the confusion, Amongst the racket, A bigger concern, And a bigger racket,

The clash of steel, Once secure bold and black barrier, Now dismantled by a driven force, Activities die down,

All of us glaring out the window Right at the wreck A mother at the steering wheel a child behind

**Ode...**


 * //Ode to my window// **

//Keep the warmth in,// //Lets me see what's clear outside,// //But not so much on the opposite//
 * //You keep the cool out,// **

//You dirty up,// //The rain gives you a clean// //The sun finishes the job.// //Because for every deed done// //There's always one returned//

**Riff Poem**

"The world is a cruel place, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance" It's fair Some may rise And some may fall No biased-ness

Strike gold once Next time it might not be Afterall there's only Two sides to a coin

Lets flip a coin Tails, you're lucky Heads, you're misfortunate Which side are you on?

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**I was raised by...**

I was raised by the world Land to stand Atmosphere to protects me from what's out there

A supply of what I need to survive The sight of the beautiful Taste of bitterness A smell of nature

A sound of life A touch of the world

**Sonnet** Sharp cries of pain, low moans of the dying Struggling, blurring dust blinds the vision Eardrums pounding, ringing, heart trembling Sights the goriest, lifetime incision Torturous thoughts, enemy closing in Seconds turn minutes, mind repetition Sudden breezes turn into swirl, ceasing? Mortar drops end, mistakes, errors, redemption Chances of survival isn't tempting The sound of wind and silence, no motion Time passes slowly, long to be exempting