Act Five, Scene Five

MACBETH

She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to the dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

TRANSLATION

She would have died here soon after
The new would have spread in short time
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Sneaks in at a steady pace day after day
To the word end of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have brought fools
Much closer to their death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a shaded figure, a unfortunate actor
That peacocks his hour on stage
And then silence throughout: it is a story
Told by a joker, full of nioses and emotional unstablement
Meaningless

My Poetry Creations

Cinquain

Bird

Blue White

Flying Chirping Soaring

Watching from the window

Child

Haiku

In the early morning light

Sits a blue jay waking me

Hearing their chirping

Makes me want to sing along

A song without words

Angles call from the tree tops

Nature at its prime

Childs Poem

Yellow Bird

Leads the Heard

Ready to lay

Down by the bay

Dads watch from the sky

Flying oh so very high



Hope by Emily Dickinson - Analysis

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune - - without the words,

And never stops at all,

And Sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me

Analysis 

 Power Words-

Perches in the soul- Perches meaning resting- The thought of hope is resting in her soul, every day, trying to stay strong, praying that hope will bring her a better tomorrow. Staying true to her beliefs.

Sings the tune- - without the words ,Sweetest in the gale is heard-The vioce is powerful, it's kindly unspoken, the vioce with no words, over coming, loud enough you hear that one vioce over the rest- conscience

Sore must be in the storm- Some people make it rain, the gloomly weather represents you're emotional state. This person could be crying, angry, have some kind of negative energy coming their way.

Abash- as in to destroy ones self-confidence, to make one feel like they are unworthly of greatness. Stop them from believing in themself.

Chillest land- High up in the moutain it is cold, cold representing being lonely, feeling no love, love is warm or hot.

Strangest sea- Wide open water symbolizing being so far out of touch with anyone. Just you and you're minds tricks.

Extremity- To feel extreme need or distress.

 Archetypes-

1) Toubled at a young age by thoughts of death

2) Emily shut down her oustide world connections when everyone close to her started dying

3)"That perches in the soul" I believe that this is referring to Emily's own life, in her early years when she was trying to hope for a better tomorrow.

Title -

"Hope"

I think hope is something Emily lacked quite a bit in life. She suffer through many hard time, but never had any faith that they would get better , so in the end things only got worse for her. She couldn't handle the deaths any longer so she shut the outside world down.

Emily Dickinson - Biography

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was known more as a gardener, than as a poet during her lifetime. Emily was born December 10th 1830 and died May 15 1886. She was born and raised in Amherst, Massachusetts. After seven years studying at Amhert Academy she sent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary. When she returned to the family home in Amherst she lived a mostly quite and lonesome life,who had very few friends and rarely left her room. Instead of going out and meeting her friends, Emily had pen pals. It wasn't until after Emily death when her younger sister published most of her poems.

Emily was born the middle child to Eward Dickinson and Emily Norcross. She was considered to be well educated, very bright and an excellent scholar. She also was a very talented musician. She loved playing the panio. Emily was troubled at this tender young age by the thought of death especialy those who were close to her. In Apirl 1844 Emily was so traumatized by her cousins death. Her parents sent her away to live in Boston to escape her devisation. During this time she met her life long friends, who became her pen pals.

When she was 18, Emily met Benjamin Franklin Newton. Who was a family friend. This relationship with him wasn't romantic but he believed in her writing and knew she had greatness inside. He became her tutor and encouraged her.

In the early 1850 Emily wrote that Amherst was fun in the winter. Very soon after her winter enjoyment, she became deeply depressed at the sudden death of her old school principal. " Some of myfriends are gone, and some of my friends are sleeping, my master has gone to rest." Her state of mind was reflected in some of her poems. As her Mother was slowly dying, Emily felt obligated to take care of her. In 1858 Emily forced her focus on her writing instead of the outside world. She was getting to attached and couldn't handle letting go to those people who fell asleep for the rest of their lives. In the early 1860's Emily had completely let go of her surrounds. This was the most productive writing period for her.

In 1866 Emily sufured more personal lost and she wrote fewer poems as a result. Her behavouir began to change and she did not leave the homestead, unless she had to. When vistors came to her house she wouldn't talk to them face to face should would talk to them through the door, and would leave them gifts of poems and flowers.

In 1872 Dickinson met Otis Phillips Lord. In 1877 after the pass of his wife , Otis became Emily's late life romance. They spent six years together, but in 1864 his time had came. In November 1885 Emily became ill and was put on bed rest. In the spring she was able to send a letter believed to be her last, to her cousins. On May 15 1886 Emily passed aways at the age of 55.

After Emily's death her sister kept her promise and burned the most of the poems. Emily did not say what to do with the notebooks so they were published.
                          - Emily's legacy lives on through her poems.

Act One, Sence Five

LADY MACBETH
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry, “Hold, hold!”

Translation
The messenger's voice is cracking
As he informs me the King is soon to arrive
to my castle. Come you spirits
That tends to my unworthy thoughts of evil, take away my womanhood
And fill me from my head to the top of my toe, full
Of my awful sins; make my blood strong
Stop me from regretting what is not a sin,
That the thoughts of my cruelty do not return
Let me do what I set out to do, my conscience is clear
Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for poison, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in the night with out light
You wait on mischief, come heavy in the night,
And suffer in the thick smoke of hell,
That my dagger see not the wound is makes,
Or that heaven lifts up the blanket of evil and see what is being destoryed
To cry 'Stop, stop!'

Act One, Scene Three

MACBETH
(Aside)Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.

(Aside) This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man
That function is smothered in surmise,
And nothing is but what is not.

(Aside) If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me
Without my stir.

(Aside)Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

TRANSLATION

MACBETH:
[Aside.] Those witches told two truths
In the end of these acts the throne shall be mine- I thank you, gentlemen.-

[Aside.] This supernatural meeting
Can’t be bad, only it can’t be good either.
If it’s bad,Why has it given me promise of success,
That began with a truth? I am Lord of Cawdor.
If it’s good, why do I give in to that suggestion
Whose horrid image makes my hair stand on end,
And makes my heart pound it knocks on my ribs as if they were a door
Against my will to stay calm? My current fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
My thought, whose murder is still only a fantastic idea,
Shakes the man inside of me
Is smothered in truthful assumptions
Nothing is impotant expect what is not true.

[Aside.] If luck wants me to be king, luck may crown me
Without my doing anything at all.

 [Aside.] Let whatever’s going to happen, happen.
Time and happiness can run through the roughest day.

The Boat by Alistair MacLeod, The Character Arc

  In the beginning, we feel the father starts his transformational arc as a selfish man. He spends all of his time on the boat, or in his bedroom escaping from reality. He selfishly ignores his wife, and any conflict that arises with the daughters, i.e he doesn't help his wife parent their children. In the whole story he is listening to his radio, smokes one to many cigarette and reads mounds of books.

  One August afternoon, the Father was asked by his daughters to take some tourist for a ride on the boat. The Father agreed and did so with a kinda unseen happiness. He was happy to have the company of the tourist because it was another means of escape, but with some social interactions.  He proceeded to go up to the tourists cabin afterwards, and have a few to many drinks. When he was good and drunk he started to sing for them, this being very symbolic part to the story because this is an escape we do not see until this point, it is the start of his transformational arc.

   The biggest step the Father takes in his transformational arc is when he gets ill, because he starts realizing that he needs his son, something that he has never needed. He never actually says that he wants his son to work on the boat with him, but the son soon realizes that his Dad needs him and that he can put his life on pause until he can get back to it. This is such a huge step for the Father because he never truly acknowledged his son has a good aspect of his life, so the fact that he finally has a relationship forming with his son is very important.

The end product of the Fathers transformational is when him and his son have worked together for many fishing seasons, and the son finally connects all of the fathers decisions and actions, you get that final step of the Fathers transformational arc. You completely understand every decision that was made, and every feeling that he had. He always had the dream of being something bigger then a fisherman, but because he was the only son he had an obligation to work with his Father on his boat, and then follow the same path. He lived all his life for obligation, instead of his dreams and happiness. So when all these dots get connected the final step is taken. The Father is now a honorable character, compared to the selfish one you see in the rest of the story.