Gabby+G

You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.
 * **The Mother ** |||| ||
 * by [|Gwendolyn Brooks] ||
 * Abortions will not let you forget.
 * Abortions will not let you forget.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed  children. I have contracted. I have eased <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Your luck <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">And your lives from your unfinished reach, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">If I stole your births and your names, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Your straight baby tears and your games, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, <span style="font-family: 'verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;"> and your deaths, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Though why should I whine, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Whine that the crime was other than mine?-- <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Since anyhow you are dead. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Or rather, or instead, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">You were never made. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">But that too, I am afraid, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said? <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">You were born, you had body, you died. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Believe me, I loved you all. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">All. ||  || In this poem, I believe that the author may have chosen abortion before. The reason I feel that this poem is about her choice, is because it talks about everything that someone who chose abortion will or may miss. I also feel that this poem shows in the end how guilty a person who chooses abortion feels. The poetic device used in this poem is imagery.
 * **<span style="color: #cc6600; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">Quilts ** || ||
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">by [|Nikki Giovanni] ||
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">(for Sally Sellers)
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">(for Sally Sellers)

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Like a fading piece of cloth <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">I am a failure

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">No longer do I cover tables filled with food and laughter <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">My seams are frayed my hems falling my strength no longer able <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">To hold the hot and cold

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">I wish for those first days <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">When just woven I could keep water <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">From seeping through <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Repelled stains with the tightness of my weave <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Dazzled the sunlight with my <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Reflection

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">I grow old though pleased with my memories <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">The tasks I can no longer complete <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">I offer no apology only <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">this plea:

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">That I might keep some child warm

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">And some old person with no one else to talk to <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Will hear my whispers

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">And cuddle <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">near ||  || I believe that this poem is about change. With change some things get better even when at first they seem worse than before. Also this poem talk about how someone or something can only do something for so long before it gets worn out and changes into something else. The poetic device for this poem is personification. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">followed obediently by the title, the plot, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">which suddenly becomes one you have never read, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">never even heard of,
 * **<span style="color: #cc6600; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">Forgetfulness ** || ||
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">by [|Billy Collins] ||
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">The name of the author is the first to go
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">The name of the author is the first to go
 * <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">The name of the author is the first to go

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">Whatever it is you are struggling to remember <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">it is not poised on the tip of your tongue, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">It has floated away down a dark mythological river <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall, <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

<span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">No wonder you rise in the middle of the night <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war. <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted <span style="font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 10px;">out of a love poem that you used to know by heart. ||  || I think that is poem is about how easy it is to forget things or loss what you remember. I also believe that this poem is trying to show how important things are in life and how easily things seem to not have happened. I also feel that the poem is trying to tell the reader not to take things for granted because one day you may not remember all that you had. The poetic device for this poem is imagery.