Min+Jung+(Jinny)


 * May 11, 2010**

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27th April 1.[| Listen to 3 poems.] On your wiki, list the title of the poem and make a comment about it.

Shel Silverstein

the grand oceans would be your swimming pool the hide of an elephant would be your meat and would only take a few seconds to eat a lion would be like a furry flea if you were fifty feet tall
 * || If you were fifty feet tall, you would not go to school

If you were fifty feet tall, you would walk over walls and would take only seconds to visit the mall a tropical rainforest would be your bed a snack for you would be a tonne of bread you would were a tin roof upon your head if you were fifty feet tall

You'd paddle across the pacific on a glacier of ice you couldn't hug your mum, she would be like a grain of rice people would run from you with fright to move a pencil would be a frustrating plight (this poem would be hard to write, if you were fifty feet tall) ||

When shadows spread to miles to darken lesser worlds, When eyes stare sky while measure your heights, Know that you have grown too huge for this world; When mortals shrink or fear to tune to your heart, When scattered minds flock to outweigh your from, Know that you outgrew the reach of tattered mass.

The sparkles of gold outshine base metals And spawn sweet discords in dull, mean world; The flash of divine light breaches the sheet of supine night And overawes the world deep in sleepy oblivion; You give shocks to awake needs and all stability rocks While you rise like hunger pangs in indigest stomach.

Hearts meet, minds bind, almost equal heights, While frown underheights and overheights too Like cattle in a herd loathe all intruders; Instincts unwind defence and instant attacks too In blind response to high notes inside the herds Unless instated to guide and lead from outside.

Unlike cats, no tigers catch rats in dark holes, Unlike thorny shrubs, no tall trees fence paths, Unlike shooting stars, no stars sink in dark heaven; Unlike herd, you pace the world in measured strides And stand apart from the herd’s blind passage What rouses resentments and ultimate wake.

Change your stripes to meet lesser mortals, Wear lesser masks ato seek lay approbations, Where absorbs you every contented creature To his backdoor of market-place systems Like crows do for young cuckoo-offsprings As their own, till croaks contrast sweet melodies.

They pull down tall towers to disprove dwarfishness, They foul noble works to feed own hollow selves, They rouse huge billows of black cold smokes They cloud your charms and spread wild spectres Of what isn’t there and what never be a’where, In myopic eyes those shy bright sunshine.

Like fresh grapes thrown to rotten-fruit dustbin, You sour faster that all the dumped fruits; Like pretty roses blossom between prickly thorns, You while away untouched, uncared by unwise world; For, while rise beyond the herd, you are its part, And, while you are a part, suffer resentments.

Know your height, know your strengths from the holes you live in. Where rodents in thousands run all over you; Know your spikes, know the torch you hold By the moves of rodents to reach and strike your self; Rats are rats that seek to punch holes a’where While you must stand high beyond the rat-ridden holes.

No holes limits height, no sky limits growth, No herd binds anywhere, no billow clouds charm If you be the same who carve your path And rise in confidence in herd or out of herd Like the Sun who runs through East and west In own fierce resolve in joyous abandonment.

Fear not gulfs, fear not resentments, Fear not attempts to restrain your growth, To force your pace with the brigade in slow-march; Today you are here, tomorrow somewhere, While the march you make follows you a’where In this world and out of this world.

But what can be done? There’s nothing I can see Approaching footsteps are filling me with fright
 * || **I've Shrunk to a Mere Twelve Inches In Height** ||  ||   ||
 * ||  || I’ve shrunk to a mere twelve inches in height

When did this begin? I did not shrink overnight I am so small, I fear no one will see me I’ve shrunk to a mere twelve inches in height

Someone is coming, they’ve turned on the light How can they help me if I can’t be seen? But approaching footsteps are filling me with fright

I’m jumping and screaming with all of my might The footsteps have subsided, I won’t be set free I’ve shrunk to a mere twelve inches in height

Will I ever be relieved from my terrible plight? I’m dreading being stuck here deep into the night But approaching footsteps are filling me with fright

A twelve inch woman would be such a sight Somebody help me I’m down on my knees I’ve shrunk to a mere twelve inches in height But approaching footsteps are filling me with fright ||  ||

If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You'd swing upon a spider's thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb. You'd run from people's feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write-- 'Cause I'm just one inch tall).