Foundation of Literature

Name : Septi Mardiana
NPM : 06211210665
Class : B
Semester: IV

Renaissance Poetry
Author : Ben Jonson
Title : To Celia
Year : 1573-1637
Page : Medieval History

Drink to me only with
Thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth
Rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon didst only
Breathe

And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows,
And smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee!

Summary:

This story narrate the someone wishing give the as of beverage cup is next of the eye to Celia, and her not will give the beverage to others again except Celia. He forecast that one beverage cup is a source of stronger for her. Although overdue he send a series of rose colored flower he still hope Celia still will receive it although her know the flower for Celia is not too mean, but that is a hope for him to get Celia. And if the flower reinstated to me hence he swear the flower is rotten because of his arms Celia.

Beowulf Poetry
1999 Beowulf May field
Title : The Monday Night Side Street Showdown

Last night
I saw a crime wave

He was walking up the street, twenty paces ahead of me
Seventeen years old
And ugly for his age.

Three times he turned
And looked back down the street at me.

I was on my way home
Carrying a supermarket bag
With a carton of semi-skimmed milk, a jar of pasta sauce
And two rolls of toilet paper.

I was smoking a cigarette
And had an urgent need for the crapper
There wasn't much time

I looked back at the crime wave
With the face of someone who doesn't need to carry a gun.
If he put one foot out of line
I was ready to shower him with
Hot, stinking shit.

He didn't fancy his chances
And ran home to the safety of his mother.

When I arrived home,
I put the milk in the fridge, the pasta sauce in the cupboard
And took the toilet paper upstairs to the bathroom.

As I relived my bowels
I made a mental note
To form a gang
For social gatherings,
Weekend sporting activities
And routine vigilante duties.

Summary :

This poem narrate that is someone story when 'The Monday night side street show down' there is something happened at himself. And when it the story make the ruthenium is always remember him. And he/she by then wish something poison fulfills which he/she expects. He/she feel age of seventeen year is badness of the age, and when Sunday the night at the time of he/she turn around rearward the ness he/she feel is a badness faction with not someone face ought to carry a gun, and by then also he/she have cold feet and wish to quickly get up to house for to help himself and prepare food for it is milky and bring food from supermarket. Dan by then him/her make a gangway for social gatherings, weekend sporting activities and routine vigilante duties.