Come On Pilgrim!

When the day is warm and clear

Oh how I wish I was not here

Slaving to put one last verse

This rhyming character is a curse

So farewell to cruel Prospero

and Oedipus the tragic hero

Goodbye to Delia and Sykes

To pop quizzes and quickwrites

Goodbye to that Raisin in the sun,

Goodbye Art of lit, its been fun.

a Raisin in the Sun

Yes, I wrote "a Raisin in the Sun" , a story and a play about a black Chicago family. The time I am considering what the name is given to this play, I came up with many possibilities. It can be either a rising sun or a squeezed grape or something else. Anyway, the present title is the best one that combine both ideas and so I believe it will be a good one that stands for the voice of African Americans.

The rising sun is metaphor of describing the hope of African family. Walter is dying to own a liquor store to earn money, to be able to buy pearls to his wife. Beneatha want to become a doctor. Mama also want to fulfill her dream of having a fair and neat garden within a cool house to live in. They all have dreams and they all want to rise above. Though, Lindner, a representative of Clybourne Park Improvement Association ask them not to move in and dirty up the white neighborhood, Walter rejects this suggestion and this black family tries hard to adapt to whites and be a nice neighbor.

A squeezed grape is referring to "the takers and the tooken" theory from Walter. The smartest person is the one who knows how to take things away from other people and gain more benefits. The grape is juicy and the takers are the ones who squeeze the grape who take the tasty juice from grape. Walter's family was a grape, but it became a raisin instead because of the unacceptable from whites and the financial difficulties. This African-American family doesn't feel being a raisin is not as good as grape. They want to be a good raisin and knows there will be some more obstacles in the future.

the story of an hour

In the modern times, men have the right of dominance and are decision makers in the families. Mrs. Mallard repeated saying free, free, sole free, after get noticed about the death of her husband. Her husband apparently didn't give freedom to his wife and try to control her. It may be the cause of the unhappiness of their marriage and thus Mrs Mallard is not sure there is still love with her husband. In some situations, however, men are supposed to represent as speakers of the family members and protect their families.

Mr. Mallard first is described as died in the rail road disaster and Mrs Mallard is glad to accept this news privately. Nonetheless, it is too much joy for her, causing her to loose her life and lost a chance to see her husband who survived magically. It appears that this small family cannot accommodate two of them, just because they cannot get along with one another. I suggest the end could be altered to that the wife is not died from the joys, but she still alive and see Mr Mallard back home. She finally compromises and makes efforts to accept Brently Mallard and try to avoid contradictions.

Fiesta

I think it is terrible the way that papi treats his family. His image to his children are a monster. They can't look him in the eye or eat before a car ride. I beleive that the male should be the leader of the house. However, papi carries his image as an asshole. The wife needs to leave the husband and take her children. As my mother would always tell me, at the end of the day family is all you have. Good thing my mother isn't married to this man.

Fiesta!

Why this family is sure strange. The father is not so nice to his wife nor his kids. I don't know what I would become of myself if my father acted in such a way as this man. The kids are somewhat strange though. I love that fact that his brother found his true love, just like I have found my true love. I hope they live happily ever after. but I'm not sure if there is more than one girl he is persuing for marriage. Very well I must go now Father is calling me....

To my dear and loving Shakespeare....With love, Dark Lady!

If ever two were one, then surely we are not
If ever man were loved by me, then fair youth
If ever I were happy in a man
Thou isn't him
I detest thy love and adore his
My love for thee is nonexistent
Thy love is such I can no way repay
Then while we live, I shall love another
That when we live no more, Thou may be gone from us

Shall "The Dark Lady" be compared to a summer's day?

Thee hath compared thy young man lover to a summer's day
But I have been compareth to everything opposite from gay
For I am also thy love but am viewed as Dark
For this unfair reason I bark
If he's a summer's day
Then I shall get my way
I will turn him away from thee
Then me and him shall be free