Elle

Harvard Girl
Who understands me, myself or I? Anyone, anyone, know what I wish for? Some days I feel even the most brilliant minds Would not be able to understand how I can set such ambitions. It’s the will, the crave, the hunger To be known as her, Can anyone see how much I am striving?

Many do, and they say too much strive Is unhealthy. I, However, find it the best possible way to feed the hunger, This famishing hunger! Called want, But alas, some misunderstand these ambitions For greediness or fantasies. I wish they would just keep their old ones in mind. When I close my eyes, I see the acceptance letter flash through my mind. “It’s worth it,” I tell myself, I know I can keep striving, And eventually reach those sky-high ambitions. It’s simple really, but it feels like no one understands me except myself and I, And I will finally put to the test that someone can achieve their dreams with enough want And a craving to cure the constant internal hunger.

However, just wishing will not feed this hunger, Anyone with any type of ambition must keep this in mind. One can’t just want, One must act. One must keep striving, Perfecting every day, like I Have come to do. No one will succeed if they don’t truly and earnestly try to reach their ambitions.

This is life. If someone has no ambitions, They’re gone. Has reality set in yet? Hunger is healthy. If it is always fed, one wouldn’t know how to feed it when it comes. I Have learned to always keep this in mind. Though I may stumble on this path I have chosen, I will always strive. Strive for that school in New England with its great oak doors; it’s a different level of want.

It’s become an obsession. Healthy, but nonetheless an obsession of wishing and wanting The color crimson to embrace me and challenge me; though ambitions Are just ambitions, one may strive And be pushed to her limits to finally feed the hunger That engulfs her every day. It’s always on her mind, Believe me, to become a Harvard girl, I.

"to finally feed the hunger" : metaphor "Believe me, to become a Harvard girl, I." : grammar

Wedding Day The white consumes me delicately, almost like the bride, Daddy stands at the alter; love deep as a pool in his eyes. The water shines almost as brightly as the bride. Together always, and always in my life.

Daddy stands at the alter; love in his eyes, As I drop the flower petals on the ground. Together always, and always in my life. I can only wish to have a marriage like theirs.

As I drop the flower petals on the ground, Though I'm so young, I still understand this won’t end. Together always, and always in my life - Only the Good Lord could make a match like this.

As I drop the flower petals on the ground, Though I’m so young, I still understand this won’t end. I can only wish to have a marriage like theirs. Though our lifestyle may change, the love will remain the same.

Though I’m so young, I still understand this won’t end. The water shines almost as brightly as the bride. The white consumes me delicately, almost like the bride; Though our lifestyle may change, the love will remain the same.

"Love deep as a pool" : simile "Though I'm so young" : speaker

**[|my recording]: ** **The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter ** By Ezra Pound

//After Li Po // While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we went on living in the village of Chōkan: Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. At fourteen I married My Lord you. I never laughed, being bashful. Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.

At fifteen I stopped scowling, <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">I desired my dust to be mingled with yours <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">Forever and forever, and forever. <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">Why should I climb the look out?

<span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">At sixteen you departed <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">You went into far Ku-tō-en, by the river of swirling eddies, <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">And you have been gone five months. <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.

<span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">You dragged your feet when you went out. <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses, <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">Too deep to clear them away! <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind. <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">The paired butterflies are already yellow with August <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">Over the grass in the West garden; <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">They hurt me. <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">I grow older. <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang, <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">Please let me know beforehand, <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">And I will come out to meet you <span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif'; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: -12pt;">As far as Chō-fū-Sa.

"I married My Lord you": grammar "they hurt me": personification Recorded recitation of one of the poems (or more, optional) and post it by the poem you are reciting