<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872202371727493389</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:48:09.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENC1102blogs2007</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enc1102blogs2007liebermann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872202371727493389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enc1102blogs2007liebermann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ENC1102FGCULiebermann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776508631728873160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872202371727493389.post-7556927823807001499</id><published>2007-09-03T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:33:19.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparing Two Shakespeare Poems</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Welch&lt;br /&gt;ENC 1102&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Liebermann&lt;br /&gt;September 2nd, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Young Beauty, Mature Beauty &lt;br /&gt; It is hard for me to believe that Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day and My Mistress’ Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun were both written by William Shakespeare. When I read these two poems, they stirred totally different feelings in me. With A Summer’s Day I revisited a person’s first, young love, perfect in her lover’s eyes. I found myself caught up in the enchanting images; the soothing tone; the flowing rhythm falling easily off the tongue. This love was untouched by life and reality. With My Mistress’ Eyes, at first I felt uncomfortable, even offended. My first impression was of cruelty, of intent to shock, of insult to his love. Yet, as I continued reading I realized that the bluntness was a statement of the reality of life, which love had overcome, intact and firm. I saw a poem based on long-standing love and understanding of the important things that had survived.    &lt;br /&gt; Both poems compare their love with nature. In Summer’s Day, nature was a poor imitation to the woman’s beauty. The woman was perfect, even tempered, fair, and lovely. ‘Thou art more lovely and more temperate” (2). She is described as unchanging, “But thy eternal summer shall not fade” (9). In My Mistress’ Eyes, the woman is a poor second to nature. She is described as having tanned skin, “If snow be white, why her breasts are dun” (3); unpleasant breath, “And in some perfumes is there more delight than the breath that from my mistress reeks”(7, 8), wiry black hair, “If hairs be wire, black wires grow on her head”(4) and someone who “treads on the ground”(12).&lt;br /&gt; However, both are love poems, though one is not obviously so. Both feel that their love is unique. In A Summer’s Day, the author claims that their love will never end. He says “As long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives live to thee” (13, 14). In My Mistress’ Eyes, he is more realistic about his love. He does not claim that it will live forever, however he does acknowledge that what they have is rare. “And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare” (12, 13). In the first poem the author sees the surface beauty and perfection in young love. In the second, he has no idle fancies about his love’s appearance. He understands that love that has matured through the tests and trials of life is rare indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872202371727493389-7556927823807001499?l=enc1102blogs2007liebermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enc1102blogs2007liebermann.blogspot.com/feeds/7556927823807001499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872202371727493389&amp;postID=7556927823807001499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872202371727493389/posts/default/7556927823807001499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872202371727493389/posts/default/7556927823807001499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enc1102blogs2007liebermann.blogspot.com/2007/09/comparing-two-shakespeare-poems.html' title='Comparing Two Shakespeare Poems'/><author><name>ENC1102FGCULiebermann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776508631728873160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872202371727493389.post-3682903700629992978</id><published>2007-08-27T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:57:33.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi this is Leslie, obviously. One of the main themes that ran through Kite Runner was the consequences of doing/or not doing what you believe is right. So often in society people know what they should do but do something else instead. Granted doing what is right often is not the easy way out of a situation, however it does make it possible to live in peace with yourself. In The Kite Runner, Baba and Amir in particular were prone to this type of thinking which I feel leads to many of their problems. In fact it really leaves Amir impotent to act at all in many situations. He has good thoughts about what he should do, but never follows through. Afterwards he spends incredible amounts of energy feeling guilty about what he didn't do. Hassan and Rahim Khan are foils to Amir and Baba is this respect as they stay true to themselves as they stand up for their decisions, regardless of the consequences to themselves. Because of being true to themselves they are able to overcome the effects of violence/trauma/death that they face in their lives. That's my thought about it anyway. On a lighter note I include the following picture of Kite Flyers, if not exactly runners from my days in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV6pcFkXRuY/RtOfWR9gUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NRMpMtb_pb8/s1600-h/cnx479b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103598007868215890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV6pcFkXRuY/RtOfWR9gUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NRMpMtb_pb8/s320/cnx479b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV6pcFkXRuY/RtOfWh9gUmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hCeOzgugL7s/s1600-h/cnx480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103598012163183202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fV6pcFkXRuY/RtOfWh9gUmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hCeOzgugL7s/s320/cnx480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872202371727493389-3682903700629992978?l=enc1102blogs2007liebermann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enc1102blogs2007liebermann.blogspot.com/feeds/3682903700629992978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6872202371727493389&amp;postID=3682903700629992978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872202371727493389/posts/default/3682903700629992978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6872202371727493389/posts/default/3682903700629992978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enc1102blogs2007liebermann.blogspot.com/2007/08/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>ENC1102FGCULiebermann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776508631728873160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fV6pcFkXRuY/RtOfWR9gUlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NRMpMtb_pb8/s72-c/cnx479b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
