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		<title>Byron&#8217;s &#8220;The Corsair.&#8221;</title>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>	Byron, intentionally or unintentionally, weaves himself into his poetry stamping it with his entire persona. His characters are part of himself; the poems are pieces of his mind; the events are based on experience. Byron&#8217;s poetry is an amalgamation of all aspects of Byron. This is truer in some poems than others: some are nearly biographical and others skillfully manipulate other&#8217;s perceptions of Byron. His poetry reveals the inner workings of his mind . Because of this, the voices in Byron&#8217;s poetry are not just the voices of Byron&#8217;s characters: they are the intermingling of the poet with the poem. One of the most pervasive and recognizable aspects of Byronic poetry is the Byronic hero who is a manifestation of parts of Byron&#8217;s own personality and thoughts. Byron&#8217;s &#8220;The Corsair&#8221; introduces the most Byronic of Byron&#8217;s heroes: Conrad. He then proceeds to emasculate him and proposes Gulnare, a former sex slave, as an alternative hero. Through Conrad, Gulnare and the entirety of &#8220;The Corsair&#8221; Byron questions the status quo by using heroic couplets with a social parasite, reversing gender roles, and ignoring conventions. In doing so, it demonstrates the multitude of Byron&#8217;s voices ((Aside from the artistic uses of the multiple Byronic personae, they also seem to argue that he was, as believed, bi-polar. At times, his poetry seems less of an argument with others than an internal conversation he was having with himself. A conversation that the reader just happens to overhear. In &#8220;The Corsair,&#8221; one sees the various Byronic personae fighting for artistic dominance with none seemingly coming to the forefront.)) most exquisitely. </p>
<p>	Conrad is described very similarly to the way most would describe Byron: a man of few regrets and pleasures . He is seen by those closest to him as, &#8220;[t]hat man of loneliness and mystery, / Scarce seen to smile and seldom heard to sigh&#8221; (I.173-4). While Conrad is physically a normal man &#8211; &#8220;in [his] form seems little to admire,&#8221; &#8211; his persona demonstrates that something &#8220;more than marks the crowd of vulgar men,&#8221; and &#8220;[t]hough smooth his voice, and calm his general mien, / Still seems there something that [others] would not have seen&#8221; (I.195; I.200; I.206-7). Conrad is also described as being able to perceive into a person&#8217;s soul:</p>
<blockquote><p>	&#8220;He had the skill [...] to probe [ones] heart and watch [ones] changing cheek,<br />
	At once the observer&#8217;s purpose to espy,<br />
	and on himself roll back his scrutiny,<br />
	Lest he to Conrad rather should betray<br />
	Some secret thought&#8230;&#8221; (I.217-21).</p></blockquote>
<p>Byron is seemingly describing both Conrad and himself simultaneously. Conrad is more than just an outlaw fighting his personal chivalrous war against oppression, he is a part of Byron, and Byron attributes some of his most public personae to Conrad.</p>
<p>	Conrad is the most &#8220;Byronic&#8221; of the characters in the story, but the behaviors of other characters also illustrate the way Byron inserts himself into his art. The story of &#8220;The Corsair&#8221; easily could be seen as a traditional damsel-in-distress story but Byron twists this: Conrad is the poetical hero, but he does not conquer the evil he fights and his quest fails. Gulnare must kill Pasha Seyd and rescue the &#8220;hero.&#8221; Conrad would rather allow himself to die than to lose his chivalrous beliefs, so Gulnare must step in and perform the fatal act of murder. </p>
<p>	Byron presents Gulnare as a feminine mirror to Conrad. At first, she is passively and typically feminine, but in rescuing Conrad, she immediately shakes off the burdens of defined gender roles and becomes something more than just a damsel. In making up for Conrad&#8217;s inability to overcome his chivalrous absolutes, the more restrained he becomes the less she restrains herself. Byron could have reduced her role to that of a plot devise to allow Conrad to escape Pasha Seyd&#8217;s dungeon, but by allowing her to abandon her given place in life, she becomes the driving force of half the poem taking on an aspect that rivals Conrad&#8217;s own in importance. Conrad, for a moment, is almost the prop upon which Gulnare is allowed to grow. </p>
<p>	 Her transformation from clich&#233;d former damsel-in-distress enamored by her rescuer: &#8220;[I] long to view that chief again, / If I but to thank for, what my fear forgot, The life &#8211; my loving lord remember&#8217;d not!&#8221; to vengeful murderer &#8220;That hated tyrant [...] he must bleed&#8221; illustrates her total change from feminine victim to something more (III. 270-3; III.319). This change does not illustrate any feminist sympathies on the part of Byron because in becoming something more, Gulnare emasculates Conrad and destroys her innocence: the &#8220;spot of blood, that light but guilty streak, Had banish&#8217;d all the beauty from her cheek&#8221; (III.426-7). However, even by raising a woman to the status of Byronic hero, Byron blurs the line of gender roles. His attitude toward women in general is seen plainly when he requires that Gulnare sacrifice her feminine soul as she attains a masculine superiority and in the fact that he allows her voice to reach a fevered pitch before silencing her; thus, placing her voice subservient to Conrad again. This is also demonstrated when Conrad rejects Gulnare after the murder seeing only, &#8220;Gulnare, the homicide!&#8221; ((An interesting note is that the rhyme of &#8220;homicide&#8221; with the word &#8220;bride&#8221; of the previous line forms the following couplet: &#8220;He thought on her afar, his lonely bride; He turn&#8217;d and saw  Gulnare, the homicide!&#8221; Thus, it foreshadows his lonely bride&#8217;s death, and, in a way, placing the blame for her death on Gulnare and her relationship with Conrad. Symbolically, the death of Medora may represent the betrayal of Conrad&#8217;s spirit when he kisses Gulnare because Gulnare is his true match. Medora and he are in love but they are not really &#8220;made&#8221; for each other, and Gulnare is Conrad&#8217;s equal both mentally and physically.))  (III.463). Gulnare has emasculated him, so he rejects her seeing only the negative aspects of her even after he realizes that &#8220;she for him had given / Her all on earth, and more than all in heaven!&#8221; (III.529-30).</p>
<p>Unlike Conrad, Gulnare is not specifically Byron; she is a powerful voice for a time, but not entirely that of the author himself. However, she could have been: as her personality shifts from feminine to masculine, her personality shifts towards that of Conrad, and thus, comes closer to Byron. The Byronic hero torch almost passes from Conrad to Gulnare with &#8220;Conrad following, at her beck, obeyd&#8221; (III. 448). The balance between the characters of Conrad and Gulnare come to its own conclusion as, &#8220;He clasp&#8217;d that hand &#8211; it trembled &#8211; and his own / Had lost its firmness, and his voice its tone.&#8221; (III.539-49). The shifting personalities had already blurred the two, and with that moment they physically merged as she &#8220;sunk into his embrace&#8221; (III. 544). The two personalities become one as Gulnare leaves the poem never to return. The shifting between the masculine and feminine reflects Byron&#8217;s own inability to fit his own identity within the narrow confines of European culture which required that his own impulses be subservient to a specifically masculine personae.</p>
<p>	The characters themselves are only one way that the Byronic personae infiltrates his poetry, he also uses the trappings of poetry to twist the meanings and intonations of the final product: his childe is not much of a pilgrim, his ode is more satiric than honorific. The final words of poetry demonstrate the finality of Conrad&#8217;s position: &#8220;His death yet dubious, deeds too widely known. [...] Link&#8217;d with on virtue, and a thousand crimes&#8221; (694-6, III). However, the final words of &#8220;The Corsair&#8221; are not intoned by the narrator or Conrad, but by Byron himself in a footnote of nearly 2,000 words whose importance to the piece is negligible at best. By inserting generic and unimportant footnotes into emotionally charged scenes such as Medora&#8217;s plea for Conrad to remain with her, he can control the way the reader reacts. Through devices such as the introduction, epitaphs and footnotes, Byron inserts even more of himself, but he also asserts his control over the reader by leading them where he wishes them to go.  </p>
<p>	The epitaphs are seemingly innocuous Latin quotes, but when one considers them in the context of the poem the epitaphs of  &#8220;The greatest of all woes  / Is to remind us of our happy days / In misery [...]&#8221;, &#8220;So as his dim desires to recognize?&#8221;,  &#8220;as thou seest, yet, yet it doth remain&#8221; for Cantos I, II, and III respectively take on new meanings that illuminate the events within. ((Epitaphs were translated by Byron in the poem &#8220;Francesca of Rimini&#8221; in lines (25-7), (24), and (9) respectively for Canto I, II, and III.)) The first epigraph clearly foretells that Canto I is to be considered the &#8220;happy days,&#8221; and highlights the coming doom. The third illustrates finality: there is no going back, but the second is a little less clear.  If one takes dim to reference the clarity of Conrad&#8217;s desires, the second offers a muddle. What one desires should be clear, but for Conrad and Gulnare, it is not so. These three epitaphs set the emotional charge of the succeeding Canto, but they only do so after a second reading when their connotations are less &#8220;dim;&#8221; thus, simultaneously spoiling the story for the reader and asserting the creator&#8217;s superiority.<br />
	Byron further manipulates the reader using conventions, especially in the form of verse he uses, but he wholly admits this in his introduction:</p>
<blockquote><p>	I have attempted not the most difficult, but, perhaps, the best adapted measure to our language, the good old and now neglected heroic couplet. The stanza of Spenser is perhaps too slow and dignified for narrative&#8230;The heroic couplet is not the most popular measure certainly; but as I did not deviate into the other from a wish to flatter what is called public opinion, I shall quit it without further apology&#8230;</p></blockquote>
<p>As stated earlier, heroic couplets are almost entirely based on rhymes whose final syllables are stressed, and used solely for &#8220;heroes,&#8221; but Byron uses unstressed rhymes and uses heroic couplets not only for his vagabond corsair but also for his feminine heroine. While it could be true that these minor things do not illustrate anything more than Byron&#8217;s own artistic choices, combined with his disregard for most other conventions, one may see this as just another way for Byron to insert a little more of himself into his art. Byron&#8217;s art is entirely Byron, even when he mimics other poets, the poetry is infused with enough of Byron&#8217;s own personality that it is clearly his own work.</p>
<p>	The multitude of voices that are present within Byron&#8217;s poetry can be daunting, but as one reads they find that the voices all come from a single source: Byron. Either intentionally or unintentionally, Byron inserts his many personae into his poetry &#8211; sometimes they flow together undetectably and others they create confusion jarring the reader with the abrupt shifts. The characters and the events are so completely &#8220;Byron&#8221; that it is hard to resist drawing parallels to Byron&#8217;s own life because at times, the poem seems to illustrate Byron&#8217;s past and future . While we cannot assume that Byron intended this to be so, the mirroring of Byron&#8217;s personality and life with the lives and personalities of his characters evidences a far deeper connection between the two than that of creator and creation. The tragedy that affects the lives of all of the characters in &#8220;The Corsair&#8221; mirrors the constant tragedy that seemed to follow Byron throughout his life. Byron&#8217;s constant searching for happiness was simultaneously defeated by his own shortcomings and the confines of society just as the Corsair&#8217;s happiness was impossible because of his own shortcomings and those around him. Through these and other examples, one can see that the entirety of &#8220;The Corsair&#8221; and other poems are not just stories, but Byron speaking through his many personae which are all pieces of him, but none entirely so.</p>
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		<title>Responding to &#8220;This Compost&#8221; by Walt Whitman</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 15:11:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes, the Earth is &#8220;work&#8217;d over and over with sour dead&#8221;, but the earth is the symbol of renewal, so why should they poison it? The earth and its environs are incorruptible. Like a body, the Earth can renew itself, &#8230; <a href="http://anthologyoi.com/poetry/responding-to-this-compost-by-walt-whitman.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, the Earth is &#8220;<a href="http://www.bartleby.com/142/159.html">work&#8217;d over and over with sour dead</a>&#8221;, but the earth is the symbol of renewal, so why should they poison it? The earth and its environs are incorruptible. Like a body, the Earth can renew itself, but unlike a body, it can heal from any injury or poison. When &#8220;normal&#8221; plants first evolved, they took over the earth and corrupted its atmosphere with their toxic breaths. The Earth embraced this change and it and all its life adapted to these changes giving rise to our everyday world. Humans have become the plants poisoning the air, water, and soil without realizing that it is not the earth they are killing but themselves. The Earth can survive everything from nuclear war to asteroid impacts; however, those whom live on its surface are vulnerable to being brushed away like a proverbial insect. </p>
<p>The Earth purifies the poisons put into it, and it is capable of still putting forth the &#8220;grasses of spring,&#8221; but this is not an endless cycle. Eventually, the Earth will be corrupted by the poisons thrust into it, but the Earth will recover. If only after the sources have destroyed themselves.</p>
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		<title>&#8220;There Was a Child Went Forth&#8221; by Walt Whitman</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 12:01:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;There Was a Child Went Forth&#8221; by Walt Whitman illustrates his position as part of the new American Tradition and his desire to fulfill the call for a poet who &#8220;sings the materials of America&#8221; by Emerson. The poem is &#8230; <a href="http://anthologyoi.com/poetry/there-was-a-child-went-forth-by-walt-whitman.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;<a href="http://www.bartleby.com/142/103.html">There Was a Child Went Forth</a>&#8221; by Walt Whitman illustrates his position as part of the new American Tradition and his desire to fulfill the call for a poet who &#8220;sings the materials of America&#8221; by Emerson. The poem is earthy and real: the emotion, events and perceptions are that of the average person. The lofty ideas presented within are approachable because they are part of the every-man&#8217;s perception and life. </p>
<p>Walt Whitman&#8217;s language is loose yet precise, varied but common, and it illustrates a perfect balance between the real and the artistic. The structure flows coalesces and begins to flow again while all the while remains a simple list-like form.</p>
<p>However ,within this list, he pulls and plays with emotions and moves from excitement into doubt and then to resolution to rescind all doubts. Doubt begins as the child moves from the pleasant natural world into the human world he is subjected to. The ills of the drunkard, the boys and his father manipulate the child and pushes him beyond the comfortable bounds of childhood and nature and forces him to deal with the negative aspects of human existence: the child moves from the tactile understanding of reality into the doubt of the mind. The permanency of emotion and the place of the individual within the group. </p>
<p>Finally, the real world intrudes again and the child leaves the mental world and resolves to enter the real world experiences the world as it is without being subjected to the existential doubts that flooded his mind as the world intruded on his excitement.</p>
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		<title>Wordsworth and Keats: For the birds.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 12:01:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wordsworth and Keats both wrote poems about birds, and both imbue their birds with a mystical nature, but where Keats sees the bird as a representation of a better life, Wordsworth sees it as a mysterious presence that represents the &#8230; <a href="http://anthologyoi.com/poetry/wordsworth-and-keats-for-the-birds.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wordsworth and Keats both wrote poems about birds, and both imbue their birds with a mystical nature, but where Keats sees the bird as a representation of a better life, Wordsworth sees it as a mysterious presence that represents the disembodied spirit of nature. </p>
<p>In Wordsworth&#8217;s &#8220;<a href="http://www.bartleby.com/41/379.html">To the Cuckoo</a>&#8221; he never sees his cuckoo and had long since stopped looking for it, so the bird had become a spirit that represents the rest of nature, and like the daffodils it transcends itself. In an &#8220;<a href="http://www.bartleby.com/101/624.html">Ode to a Nightingale</a>,&#8221; Keats speaks to the nightingale as the representation of his desire for happiness &#8212; Keats feels a &#8220;numbing pain&#8221; because he is so happy that the bird is happy that it begins to work on him like a drug. He sees the nightengale, at first, as the essence of summer and the chance of a new life. However, the bird eventually loses its magic beginning first as a &#8220;light winged Dryad of the trees&#8221; and slowly transforming tin a &#8220;plaintive anthem&#8221; that fades away only leaving a dejected Keats unable to see reality.</p>
<p>Wordsworth never loses the mysticism of the cuckoo because he doesn&#8217;t tie temporary or seasonal ideas to it, so its magic is permanent and doesn&#8217;t end. Wordsworth ties his cuckoo to nature and the &#8220;grandeurs that are found in the beating of the heart,&#8221; so a temporary loss of the bird&#8217;s song or beauty is not a reason for dejection because beauty is temporary for Wordsworth and the beauty is in the magic not the thing itself.</p>
<p>Keats focuses solely on the beauty of the song, so when the song is gone, he loses his beauty and is left with his own deflated self. However, his deflate is temporary because he knows the bird and beauty will return eventually. Should the cuckoo ever lose its mystery for Wordsworth, (through him finally seeing it) he would permanently be deflated. </p>
<p>Wordsworth&#8217;s victories and defeats are permanent, but Keats can allow for both at the same time.</p>
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		<title>Walt Whitman and Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 11:26:25 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For Walt Whitman and other &#8220;Bright Romantics,&#8221; death does not represent an end but new beginnings, renewal and life. Whitman sees death from the perspective of a phoenix &#8212; each death brings new life, so death is &#8220;low and delicious&#8221; and the word &#8220;stronger and more delicious than any&#8221; because if one focuses solely on life, they will always be disappointed because of the finite nature of life, but if one focuses on death, life will always be sweet because it will bring death which brings more life. In the poem &#8220;<a href="http://www.bartleby.com/142/159.html">This Compost</a>&#8221;, Whitman recognizes this fact, and he is able to embrace death and reconcile the poisonous and decaying nature of death with the knowledge that it will create life. The poem &#8220;<a href="http://www.bartleby.com/142/212.html">Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking</a>&#8221; moves beyond this temporal interpretation of death, and Whitman recognizes that death creates emotions and desires that drive a poet and are responsible for many of the most beautiful songs &#8211; both man&#8217;s and beasts.</p>
<p>	In &#8220;This Compost&#8221; Whitman examines the process of death and rebirth, and his interpretations of the dead changes as he realizes that death is just the fuel for new life. Whitman&#8217;s perspective of death in &#8220;This Compost&#8221; is that of the distant observer who sees death as a part of life. By approaching only the mechanics of death, Whitman is able to separate the emotional from the physical, and see that the dead are just the fuel of the Earth that &#8220;grows such sweet things out of such corruptions&#8221; and &#8220;gives such divine materials to men&#8221; (42, 46). This perspective allows Whitman to realize that death is not something to be feared, but should be embraced because without the processes of death, nothing can live.</p>
<p>	Whitman did not just suddenly realize the beneficial aspects of death. He begins &#8220;This Compost&#8221; marveled and repulsed that the Earth is &#8220;work&#8217;d over and over with sour dead&#8221; (9). He contrasts the summer growth that is &#8220;innocent and disdainful above all those strata of sour dead&#8221; with the buried remains of &#8220;[t]hose drunkards and gluttons of so many generations&#8221; (29, 11). Realizing that the world above is not polluted by the dead below the ground demonstrates that death is not a corrupter but fuel. This revelation is startling, and he resolves himself to be both terrified by and respectful of the Earth that is bound to such a contradictory process.</p>
<p>	The contradictions begun in &#8220;This Compost&#8221; are continued in &#8220;The Cradle Endlessly Rocking&#8221; when Whitman recounts his realization that death, beyond being a fuel for life, can also be the source of a poet&#8217;s muse, which he demonstrates in his &#8220;reminiscence&#8221; of the death of and longing for a she-bird he had oft heard singing. Superficially the poem shows a boy, widely regarded to be Walt Whitman himself, witnessing the life and death of a she-bird and the effect it has on her mate, a he-bird. The boy translates the he-birds mourning song into words, and the boy believes that the death of the she-bird has,  &#8220;My own songs, awaked from that hour&#8221; and the boy has given him &#8220;already a thousand singers&#8212;a thousand songs, clearer, louder and more sorrowful than yours, / A thousand warbling echoes have started to life within me, / Never to die.&#8221; (188; 151-3). </p>
<p>	However, the poem is more than just the awakening of Whitman&#8217;s muse, it is also a timeless expression of the conflicting emotions that result from death. The conflicting emotional response to death in this poem encompass pain, joy, loss and gratitude, and demonstrates the perspective of one who is directly affected by death, and it mirrors Whitman&#8217;s conflicting view of the physical nature of death in &#8220;This Compost.&#8221; While the representation of this poem as a poet&#8217;s realization of his potential and the multifaceted nature of death seems to be the most artistic and profound interpretation, other interpretations have also been offered.</p>
<p>	One can also link Whitman&#8217;s view of death as a word &#8220;stronger and more delicious than any&#8221; with the historical onslaught of the American Civil War. <a href="http://www.english.northwestern.edu/people/erkk.html">Betsy Erkkila</a> offers that this poem was &#8220;written at a time of national crisis&#8221; and that one should &#8220;recognize the historical roots of this elegy of dissolution in the state of the nation on the eve of the Civil War.&#8221; While one cannot ignore the setting and period that a poem was written, to focus too much on such aspects of poetry detract from the timeless nature and the emotional resonance of the ideas presented within. Whitman may have been writing about the death of the &#8220;united&#8221; part of the United States of America, but it does not change that the poem can be interpreted to encompass and applied to death in general as a &#8220;transient permutation of elegiac narrative&#8221; (Mark Bauerlein). </p>
<p>	The Bright Romantic interpretation of death contrasts with the interpretation of death by Dark Romantics. For the Bright romantics, death is just another change in life that they must accept and move beyond, but for the Dark Romantics it is just another limit that corrals them and leaves them powerless. Walt Whitman resolved within himself that death is the cause of grief and the cause of joy, creates life as well as destroys it, and it can bring either happiness or sorrow. This dual nature of death invigorated him and gave him a reason to live and a reason to create.</p>
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		<title>Wordsworth&#8217;s &#8220;Prelude&#8221;</title>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>	In the few lines that make up a single scene of Wordsworth&#8217;s &#8220;Prelude&#8221;, the personified Nature encourages the young Wordsworth to steal a boat and admonishes him for failing to resist the urge. Although the young Wordsworth only focused on the method Nature used to correct him, the adult Wordsworth recognized the contradiction and believed that Nature used this event to guide him and help him understand and control his human desires, and, in the process, demonstrate that the relationship between an individual and nature is the same as that of parent and child. Overall, this scene emphasizes the the contrast between the nature of an individual and Nature, the experience and the perception, and the child and the adult. Through these contrasts Wordsworth demonstrates that his perception of his surroundings were influenced by his own emotions and feelings as a child and by what he, as an adult, perceives the emotions he felt or should have felt as a boy. In the end, the theft becomes a learning experience for the boy and an object lesson for the man.</p>
<p>	The boy Wordsworth (hereafter &#8220;the boy) is &#8220;lead by her,&#8221; the personified, feminine and parental Nature, to a small cove where he steals a small boat in &#8220;an act of stealth / And troubled pleasure&#8230;&#8221; (357, 361-2). Ignoring the psychological and physiological explanation for the boy&#8217;s &#8220;troubled pleasure&#8221;, the &#8220;troubled pleasure&#8221; he felt was caused by completing the theft and giving in to &#8220;The passions that build up our human soul&#8221; (407). Although the direct effect of the boy&#8217;s action was the theft of a boat, the intent behind the action was to follow the direction of Nature&#8211;not break the law. While the boy does not make the connection, the adult Wordsworth (hereafter: Wordsworth) is able to see that nature encouraged the behavior solely to punish it, and believed that nature took &#8220;The passions that build up our human soul&#8221; and intertwining them &#8220;Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, / But with high objects, with enduring things,&#8221; taught him how to &#8220;&#8230;recognize / A grandeur in the beatings of the heart&#8221; (407, 408-9, 413-14).</p>
<p>	To ensure that the boy learned how to do recognize this grandeur, Nature punished the boy for his misdeed by sending a &#8220;creature&#8221; after him. While this &#8220;creature&#8221; is literally a cliff that slowly comes into view and the boy recognizes it as such, it seems to him &#8220;As if with voluntary power instinct / [it] Upreared its head.&#8221; and &#8220;with purpose of its own / And measured motion like a living thing / strode after me.&#8221; (378, 379-80, 383-5). Literally, as he pulled away from the &#8220;craggy steep&#8221;, the cliff was no longer shielded from his view, and as he moved further away from it, it seemed to get larger; however, this does not explain his reaction, so one must focus on the context and the abrupt change of emotion in the scene: at first the ridge seems peaceful and elegant and he perceived it as, literally, the edge of the world behind which there is &#8220;nothing but the stars and the grey sky&#8221;; however, as he moves away from it, the crag reveals that it was not peaceful, but only the facade behind which the cliff hid until it &#8220;Upreared its head&#8230; / and growing still in stature the grim shape / towered up&#8230;&#8221; and became part of his nightmares of &#8220;huge and mighty forms&#8230;&#8221; (372, 379-82, 398). The boy realized that the laws of nature cannot be trespassed upon without consequences, and the experience left him so &#8220;for many days, [his] brain / Worked with a dim and undetermined sense / &#8230;[and] o&#8217;er [his] thoughts / There hung a darkness&#8230;&#8221; which altered his world view replacing pleasant images of the trees, sky, fields and sea with &#8220;huge and mighty forms, that do not live / Like living men&#8230;&#8221; that haunted his days and nights (390-4, 398-9). However, looking back, Wordsworth realizes it was for the best and praises Nature for subjecting him to it because in doing so, nature used &#8220;enduring things&#8221; and &#8220;high objects&#8221; to teach the boy its lessons (409).</p>
<p>	Aside from showing us the role of nature in the growth of the individual, Wordsworth relates this experience to demonstrate the change of perception based on emotion. The boy&#8217;s entire word view changed immediately after he was chastised by nature: &#8220;&#8230;No familiar shapes / Remained, no pleasant images of trees, / Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields&#8221; (395-7). While this is a major change and is understandable after what the boy believed he witnessed, Wordsworth also shows us more subtle changes. In the very beginning, the boat was &#8220;tied to a willow tree / Within a rocky cave&#8230;&#8221;, but afterwards the boy returned the boat &#8220;Back to the covert of the willow tree&#8221; (358-9). The boat was returned to the same place it started from, but originally, the boy perceived the boat as just being there; however, when he returned it, he realizes that it wasn&#8217;t laying out in the open, but that someone had purposefully hidden it which accentuated the theft. This change is also evident in how the boy is rowing: at first when he rows he does it &#8220;nor without the voice / Of mountain-echoes&#8230;&#8221; but then when returning the boat he &#8220;stole&#8221; his way &#8220;through the silent water&#8221; (362-3, 395). These shifts in the language Wordsworth uses mirrors the shifts in the boy&#8217;s thinking and emphasizes the differences in the way the young and the adult Wordsworth perceive the same events.</p>
<p>	The duality of experience that separates the now from the past, the action from the intent, the cause from the effect, and perception from reality is the central theme in &#8220;The Prelude&#8221;. In examining his childish behaviors from the point-of-view of the adult, Wordsworth is able to use his experience to demonstrate how nature is both beautiful and sublime and how these contrast with the changing human perceptions of the same.</p>
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		<title>My Haiku</title>
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<p>Little green Tadpole<br />
Alone in a water bucket<br />
Silence Splash Trickle</p>
<p>Chipmunk digs the ground<br />
Buries a little green acorn<br />
Soon to be a tree</p>
<p>Large lone maple tree<br />
Emperor of the meadow<br />
Who does it rule over</p>
<p>Wind whistles through trees<br />
Boughs and branches sway from it<br />
A black hawk flies straight</p>
<p>Far above the clouds<br />
Where heaven ends earth begins<br />
Beauty no one sees</p>
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