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The Plight of a Poetry Unit

Posted by on December 6, 2013

 In language arts, the 6th grade class is doing a unit on poets. The poet I am working on is T.S. Eliot. He has a numerous amount of poems that I like even if some of them don’t really make sense. T.S. Eliot was born on September 26, 1888 in St. Louis, Missouri. He died on January 4, 1965 in London, England. The day he died was a very sad day for a lot of people including the residents of London. T.S. Eliot also won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1948.

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     T.S Eliot’s poems have a lot of diversity and aren’t all about the same thing. I like when there is diversity in his poems because it makes the poems unique. I think T.S. Eliot’s poems are about a few things. They are about love, death and animals. I have looked at examples of T.S Eliot’s poems and you can tell just by the title. For instance, he wrote poems called The Rum Tum Tugger, Hippopotamus, and Sweeney Among the Nightingales. Just by the title, you can tell that they are all about animals. That is what I think T.S Eliot’s poems are diverse for.


    Morning at the Window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,

And along the trampled edges of the street

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids

Sprouting despondently at area gates.

The brown waves of fog toss up to me

Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,

And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts

An aimless smile that hovers in the air

And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

    This poem relates to me because I sometimes look at the window and I see all sorts of things.  Some are happy and some are sad. It usually happens to me when I am driving to band with my mom. I look at the window and I see happy faces and poor people. This poem has a mix of feelings in it. I think there is a  message that T.S Eliot is trying to get across. He is saying that the world can go by so fast if you don’t stop and look around.


    Now I must conclude this post, but I would like to leave you with one last thought. Did this poem provoke any thought in you that you would like to share? What was that thought? Was is similar to mine? Is there a poem you would like to share that relates to you? If so, you can comment back and share your thoughts with me about T.S Eliot.||

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