poetry blog week seven

This blog is from our poetry section of this class. Some of the poems I found a little confusing. I am not sure if I even understood them at all. The poems I choose to write about are the ones I found interest in .The first one is The Secretary Chant.  I was unsure at first what or who this poem was about. I had all kinds of images running through my head such as was it a typewriter, a computer, a copy machine, a telephone, a switchboard or a person. I find it sad that this secretary was made to feel like a piece of office equipment rather than a person. The second poem I chose was Dogs Death by John Updike. This was a very sad tale of a puppy that was hit by a car and had internal injuries that eventually killed him. Through all his agony though he still tried to learn tricks and use the paper which his owners came to find he did this all the way to his dying moment. Good Dog. Those words do not seem to hold the same meaning in the end. The third story I chose to write about was The Death of a Ball Turret Gunner By, Randall Jarrell. This story had me a little confused as to what a Ball Turret Gunner was. This sounds like what happens to a baby bird when it is born. What I do not get though is why it has fur. A baby bird is pushed from its home in a nest and taught to fly or die. The next story or Poem that I chose to talk about is he Convergence of the Twain. I do not quite understand the title or what it has to do with the Titanic, but I have a great interest in the Titanic. This poem is told from the point of view of the fish. We see mentioned the fish wandering why such a great masterpiece was under the ocean with them. We hear of the algae and other fungus that now lives upon the once great rails of the masterful, indestructible ship. The Titanic’s beauty is lost under the ocean and decaying in the ocean bottom. The poem also talks of those whose lives were cut short by the sinking of the ship. The last poem I chose was also about the Titanic. The name of this poem is The Titanic By, David R. Slavitt. This poem shows how much the author of this poem loves the Titanic with all its beauty, Mystery and romance. The author also asks the question who could not love the Titanic. I have to agree with that statement. He talks about the people who went down with the Titanic and how they went down to their death with full stomach’s, good music and friends and family surrounding them. He makes note of the cries and screams of people dying in the frigid waters around them as  being a comfort. To me this would not have been a comfort this would have been the worst sound I could imagine knowing that I was going to die.