Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
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I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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Pain
Prose Poetry – Pain The pain woke me far too early. 4:00 a.m. maybe. Tears welled up; not because of the pain, but for what the pain meant. Struggling, I finally slip out of bed; pushing past pain. The wheelchair in the corner with outstretched arms waiting for me to accept his embrace. “Not today,” I said. “Perhaps tomorrow; for I have too much to do today.”
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
'Twas Mercy Brought Me
On Being Brought from Africa to America 'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too: Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. Some view our sable race with scornful eye, "Their colour is a diabolic die." Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain, May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Geeks
"Wondrous Works"
Wondrous works, that I see, the vast frame of the heaven and the earth, the order of all things, night and day, summer and winter, spring and autumn, the daily providing for this great household upon the earth, the preserving and directing of all to its proper end. - Anne Bradstreet
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
Heart of a Puritan Woman.
Religious freedom, the catalyst for American colonization brought many immigrants from Europe seeking to worship, free from persecution and intolerance. the most successful venture was that of the Massachusetts Bay Colony, led and inspired by John Winthrop. Among these colonists included Thomas Dudley and his recently married daughter, Anne Bradstreet. Anne was most likely present when John Winthrop gave his famous sermon: A Model of Christian Charity. He prefaced his sermon with the model stating:
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Geeks
The Novel, The Myth, and The Scaffolding:
Modern British Literature of the Late Nineteenth and Early Twentieth Centuries was characterized by a deliberate break from traditional methods and forms of writing. The novelist or poet desired to share ideas, philosophies, or perspectives in creative, avant-garde ways. The Modernist would experiment with form and expression, hoping to create something truly unique. Ezra Pound expressed this idea in his essay "Make It New." This conscious drive to sluff off the old Victorian conventionalism and the restrictive bonds of piety led to many related and overlapping literary movements. Imagery and symbolism poured from the literary fountains of the Modernist. James Joyce and T.S. E.iot's works are rich with symbolism while depicting every day life to express ideas and views regarding human nature. As contemporaries, there are similarities between their works, however, there are also differences that make their work distinct and set apart from one another.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Geeks
While We Are Laughing
John Keats expressed his feelings and thoughts profoundly and deeply to his family and friends. Each idea that presented itself was expounded upon for further clarity to the reader. As I read each letter there were phrases that I highlighted because of their depth of meaning.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
The Metaphysical Poets
In his essay, "The Metaphysical Poets", T.S. Eliot writes: Our civilization comprehends great variety and complexity, and this variety and complexity, playing upon a refined sensibility, must produce various and complex results. The poet must become more and more comprehensive, more allusive, more indirect, in order to force, to dislocate if necessary, language into his meaning.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
Wordsworth's Intimations of Immortality:
The Fountain of Youth, the iconic object of all who seek immortality has left many disappointed. This natural wellspring of life, never to be found, leaves humanity questioning its existence. Could these waters be just a symbol of something that already exists? As with all wellsprings, the source is very deep and often difficult to pinpoint. The source of youth and immortality can be found within us. A seed or speck of the divine yet to be discovered or nurtured and matured through this life and all that we experience.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
Piano Voices Reprised
I went back to the original three-part poem and made some significant edits. The first stanza was edited to use fewer words and was structured differently. The second stanza is structured after a Haiku. The final stanza remains in prose form with minor edits.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
Cherries, Cream Soda, and Payday
Today is June 6, 2022, and Father's Day is less than two weeks away. And as I begin my story of him, I am overwhelmed with emotion. The tears stream freely as I consider what I want to share most with you about a man who taught me so much about life, literature, and happiness.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Families
