Blog Post Due 4/5

Read "God's Grandeur" to further ruminate on the theme of today's fabulous discussion (in both sections).

Work the poem "Snowstorm" (below) and take notes on sound devices; we will write an essay based on this poem after next class.

Blog Prompt: Read "Nothing Gold Can Stay"; answer #3 on the blog. You do not have to write about every musical device, just something supportable and arguable about one or two of them and how they relate to tone/purpose ("effectiveness").

Have a great weekend!

The Snow-Storm

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, 
Arrives the snow, and,
driving o'er the fields, 
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air 
Hides
hill and woods, the river, and the heaven, 
And veils the farmhouse at
the garden's end. 
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet

Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit 
Around the radiant
fireplace, enclosed 
In a tumultuous privacy of storm. 
Come see the
north wind's masonry. 
Out of an unseen quarry evermore 
Furnished
with tile, the fierce artificer 
Curves his white bastions with projected
roof 
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. 
Speeding, the
myriad-handed, his wild work 
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he

For number or proportion. Mockingly, 
On coop or kennel he hangs
Parian wreaths; 
A swan-like form invests the hiddden thorn; 
Fills up
the famer's lane from wall to wall, 
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at
the gate 
A tapering turret overtops the work. 
And when his hours are
numbered, and the world 
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,

Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art 
To mimic in slow
structures, stone by stone, 
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-
work, 
The frolic architecture of the snow.

1835 [1841]

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)


-RMH

PS - Speaking of "God's Grandeur" check out the grandeur of square-jawed, wistful Gerard, himself:

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