This Beautiful World Through My Eyes: Round THREE = Mary Moriarty

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Within the poem "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop. I noticed that there was a very obvious rhyme scheme. I found that 'aba' was the rhyme scheme that filled the 3-lined stanzas.
"The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster."

What also happened was the first line was repeated throughout the poem over and over again in multiple places.
"Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master."
and
"I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master."
Bishop also tended to keep the syllables in each line relatively around the number ten.

"The art of losing isn’t hard to master; 10 syllables

so many things seem filled with the intent 10 syllables

to be lost that their loss is no disaster." 11 syllables

From the poem I learned that the writing style villanelle consists of; the rhyme scheme 'aba', first line having repetition, and the first, second, and third lines in the first stanza are repeated (last words-ending the sentences).
The pattern is (lines 1,2, and 3);

"The art of losing isn’t hard to master; original first

so many things seem filled with the intent original second

to be lost that their loss is no disaster. original third

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster new (rhymes with original first)

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. new (rhymes with original second)

The art of losing isn’t hard to master. original first (whole sentence)

Then practice losing farther, losing faster: new (rhymes with original first)

places, and names, and where it was you meant new (rhymes with original second)

to travel. None of these will bring disaster. original second (last word)

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or new (rhymes with original first)

next-to-last, of three loved houses went. new (rhymes with original second)

The art of losing isn’t hard to master. original first (whole sentence)

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, new (rhymes with original first)

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. new (rhymes with original second)

I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. original second (last word)

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture new (rhymes with original first)

I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident new (rhymes with original second)

the art of losing’s not too hard to master original first (whole sentence)

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster." original second (last word).

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In the poem "The Back Seat of my Mothers Car" the author, Julia Copus, uses a mirror image of the poem and restates it portraying a slightly different story the second time you read it. She does the slight change by changing punctuation;

"I was calling to you - Daddy! - as we screeched away into..." original

"I was calling to you, Daddy, as we screeched away into..." repeated

Also she uses breaks within the lines to change the story, because when everything is restated the line that follows differs from the line that was following the line in the original,

"...for the slit in the window where the sky streamed in,

cold as ether, and I could see your fat mole-fingers grasping original

the dusty August air. I pressed my face to the glass..."

"...the dusty August air. I pressed my face to the glass,

cold as ether, and I could see your fat mole-fingers grasping repeated

for the slit in the window where the sky streamein..."

The poems "Fatherland" and "Track Photo" are both about Mary Moriarty's young father. I like both the
poems because; both are relatively short, about the past, and reflect upon how these memories have effected
her in the future.
[Fatherland]
"Now you are missing,

your urn pushed

into a stone wall

by your youngest son.

How could we abandon you

in a wall

when all you wanted to do

was run."

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In the poem "I Go Back to May 1937" the author, Sharon Olds, uses many adjectives to describe the

surrounding and feeling of the picture fully;

"I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,

I see my father strolling out

under the ochre sandstone arch, the

red tiles glinting like bent..."

Her poem takes a suprising turn after she sets the scene, she starts talking about the regret that this too young

of a couple will feel in the future. She wishes she could go up to the too and say no! stop it's not time you are

not right for each other, but if she did that then she would not be alive to tell the story.

"I want to go up to them and say Stop,

don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,

he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things

you cannot imagine you would ever do,

you are going to do bad things to children,

you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of,

you are going to want to die. I want to go

up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,

her hungry pretty face turning to me,

her pitiful beautiful untouched body,

his arrogant handsome face turning to me,

his pitiful beautiful untouched body,

but I don’t do it. I want to live."

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"Thoughts Full of You"