Serg+Kuznetsov


 * “Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you lost the whole thing!” **

Poems by Serge
 * Biting.**

Without despair, without fear, Let go to all that you hold dear! Do not look back, but watch your rear And don’t forget, the fight is near.

While sitting in a cozy chair, Do not forget about the bear. If you do, he’ll shave your hair And feed you to his cubs inside his lair.

For the sake of always winning, Do not forget your humble beginning! Your enemies are always scheming While carefully overseeing You.

Rest is when On a hot day, a cool wind blows on your face. Rest is when After a hard achieved victory you fall down on a bed and fall asleep. Rest is when You take your first breath, after being choked. Rest is when You start a talk with the person that you love. Rest is when You do not want anything, but to sleep. Rest is An unknown feeling that is also the most familiar one. Rest is rest.
 * Rest!**

Pudding is a very tasty substance, With it I can survive for a big day! It's flavor makes me burst in to a dance But with out it I will die by a ray.
 * Love for Pudding. **

A slow death, not a pleasant one indeed It is very hard thing to understand. Yesterday I joined a pudding creed When I dont get it, I fall into a pit.

Not just any pit, but a light ray one The pudding law enforcers are intense but with out them our creed will be undone, and with them we can go into offence

With out any doubts, the world will be ours and we will not louse our powers.

I was raised by Occurred over and over again Events that never repeat Unique to everything I see "Nothing makes sense anymore" Types of things.
 * I was raised by...**

Some never understanding Always disapproving but agreeing Never forgiving but nodding Always hating but never showing "I think you should leave" Types of people.

Some always happy Never betraying and always loving Trying to help but being helpless Always giving and always asking Nail biting and self licking "Bark bark woof woof" Kinds of dogs.

Some hatred starting Never forgiving and finger pointing Always fighting and hiding Always in groups, never alone Slow thinking and "F's" getting Not caring and soon jail going "Get yo ass over here" Kinds of people.

I Was Raised By Everything!

Poems by Emily Dickinson 1. Color - Caste - Denomination -

These - are Time's Affair - Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are -

As in sleep - all Hue forgotten - Tenets - put behind - Death's large - Democratic fingers Rub away the Brand -

If Circassian - He is careless - If He put away Chrysalis of Blonde - or Umber - Equal Butterfly -

They emerge from His Obscuring - What Death - knows so well - Our minuter intuitions - Deem unplausible

The poem addresses the reader. It talks about different things, it is hard to express them all in one statement, but I will be so bald as to say that it talks about admiration towards a person (nothing to do with “love” per say). The poem’s rhyme scheme is ABCD, it doesn’t really repeat itself too much except for it all has 4 stanzas. Every word that has meaning is capitalized. The poem varies and doesn’t. It is very hard to explain, but in this poem, the author tried to make the reader understand what was actually going through her head. The language in the poem is not very formal, and not so old fashioned. The tone of the poem is actually no specific tone at all. It would be one of few known to me poems that should be read without any feelings, or maybe just a little bit of intonation on the curios way to read the poem. This poem shows something the concept of death in such a way, that it seems common, and also not.
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 * 1) 7 the image that this poem creates is a person. A person that Emily Dickinson admires.
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Analysis. The poem gives the reader a better understanding of life. Even thought, it is written in the usual style of Emily Dickinson. By not even looking closely at it, the reader may notice the capitalizations on the words that don’t need to be capitalized, or the dashes. However, once the reader starts reading the poem, he can see that it is very hard to understand. There are semi obvious images in the first stanza saying that no matter how different all of us are, we all share the same end. “As in sleep - all Hue forgotten - Tenets - put behind - Death's large - Democratic fingers Rub away the Brand –“ In this stanza, the author uses Hue, who has forgotten the tenants of his life, as a metaphor, for all the people that forget about death. The next part of the stanza, takes a turn into a different direction. She uses interesting combination of words, such as Rub away the brand, which is used, as the metaphor for the ultimate end. “If Circassian - He is careless - If He put away Chrysalis of Blonde – or Umber - Equal Butterfly –“ In this stanza, the author uses a different metaphor. The beginning line two lines, make the reader want to push through to the end, while razing more and more questions. The next part, simply uses an Equal Butterfly as the end. The last stanza doesn’t exactly answer the questions, but it does create the necessary ending for the poem. It simply closes any questions that have been created in the head of the reader, by saying “ Our minuter intuitions - Deem unplausible”.

2. A Bird came down the Walk— He did not know I saw— He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow, raw,

And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass— And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass—

He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all around— They looked like frightened Beads, I thought— He stirred his Velvet Head

Like one in danger, Cautious, I offered him a Crumb And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home—

Than Oars divide the Ocean, Too silver for a seam— Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon Leap, plashless as they swim.

#1 The poem addresses the reader. The poem is fully about nature. It sounds sort of going threw the tropic forest, and seeing what is happening. That Dickinson is not trying to make a perfect poem, but she makes something that expresses the feelings, and puts you in that position. #2 The rhyme scheme is ABCB, in first two, and then it goes ABCD. No patterns or repetition I believe. They are 4 stanzas in each! #3 It always talks about the picture in that forest, and yes, there is weird capitalization! #4 It doesn’t really vary it tries to be similar. The line breaks are in correct spots. I agree with this poem #5 The language in the poem is proper, but not formal. It is not old English or anything. #6 The tone of this poem is disappointed and curious. #7 The image of the poem is a forest, and it is not a metaphor to anything! #8 Emily Dickinson uses descriptive language, and interesting concepts in this poem in order to get the reader’s attention. The poem show images of the forest, which keep the reader interested up until the very end. The poem does not use a lot of metaphors, but even though goes very deeply into the concept of walking in the forest, and seeing a bird. “And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass— And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass—“ Here, the author had choose to describe one quick little scene of what the bird in the forest had done. The whole poem is made from small scenes, without any bigger meaning. All stanzas that exist in this particular poem however, are there for a reason. “Like one in danger, Cautious, I offered him a Crumb And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home—“ This is the best of the examples of the stanzas of that poem. It uses descriptive language; not answering the question that had came up in the beginning. The poem itself however seems without ending. The question is not answered in the end, and the ending seems like it is about to create another stanza.

3. A Drop fell on the Apple Tree - Another - on the Roof - A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves - And made the Gables laugh -

A few went out to help the Brook That went to help the Sea - Myself Conjectured were they Pearls - What Necklaces could be -

The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads - The Birds jocoser sung - The Sunshine threw his Hat away - The Bushes - spangles flung -

The Breezes brought dejected Lutes - And bathed them in the Glee - The Orient showed a single Flag, And signed the fête away –

#1 The poem talks about a day, when rain had just had stopped, the water drops are slowly dripping and the lazy wind blows in one’s face. #2 The rhyme scheme for the 2 and 3 stanzas is ABCB, and for 1 and 4, it is ABCD. #3 The image that shows up all the time in the poem, is the comfort of the current weather. #4 The lines do have a pattern of 5 4 5 4 words, but there is no specific effect from them. #5 The language in this poem, is the same as in most of Emily Dickinson’s poems, proper but not formal. #6 The tone of this poem is wishful, and mildly exited. #7 The image of the poem is a after-rainy day, and it isn’t a metaphor to anything. #8 This poem, even though it is written about a very simple thing that even some people might not like, has a lot of concept, and metaphors. “A Drop fell on the Apple Tree - Another - on the Roof –“. These lines are already creating an image of rain in the reader’s head. However, saying the word “drop” implies that ether it is a very weak rain, or it is just the remnants of rain. “A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves -And made the Gables laugh –“ These second lines of this stanza continue on with the thought of the rain, but do not answer the first question, while only casting more shadows. The next two stanzas use very smart techniques. First of all, the rhyme scheme is not used out of desperation to create something that will look like poetry, but it is used in order to make the poem flow more. The other technique that is used, are metaphors. “The Sunshine threw his Hat away - The Bushes - spangles flung –“ These are two last lines of the 3’d stanza. The author had chosen to use them, because they are meant to prepare the reader for the last stanza, which is different from the previous 3. “The Breezes brought dejected Lutes - And bathed them in the Glee - The Orient showed a single Flag, And signed the fête away –“ This stanza uses the rhyme scheme ABCD just like the first one, but she uses metaphors to describe what is going on. While not explicitly saying it, it is possible to feel the author’s feelings, which are joyful and sort of childish.

Even though my poems are all about different things, and might even look differently, they all have one thing in common, just a little spice of humor. It isn’t shown as explicitly as one would expect in a joke, but it is more of hiding, and only showing itself in particular parts. Also, all of my poems are Free Style (not Free Verse, only one of them). They are all written freely, with any sorts of thoughts that came to my head! One of the techniques that I had used, were asking any person to think about one thing, and then write about it, and stick with it! That is the very best technique to use.