A Vendetta – Guy de Maupassant (The Mother, The Dog, The Son and The Murderer)

I knew Guy de Maupassant from An Adopted Son. The teacher asked us to read and analyze and blah blah blah(?) about the short story. Idk, I just keep wondering how the other works of Guy de Maupassant are. Then, I read this A Vendetta. In other words, A Vengeance. Not really gothic, but it does make me trembling *nonsense* when read it. It’s about loyalty and how to be act or what to do when you are in or facing such a condition like in the story.

Want to read?

The widow of Paolo Saverini lived alone with her son in a poor little house on the outskirts of Bonifacio. The town, built on an outjutting part of the mountain, in places even overhanging the sea, looks across the straits, full of sandbanks, towards the southernmost coast of Sardinia. Beneath it, on the other side and almost surrounding it, is a cleft in the cliff like an immense corridor which serves as a harbor, and along it the little Italian and Sardinian fishing boats come by a circuitous route between precipitous cliffs as far as the first houses, and every two weeks the old, wheezy steamer which makes the trip to Ajaccio.

On the white mountain the houses, massed together, makes an even whiter spot. They look like the nests of wild birds, clinging to this peak, overlooking this terrible passage, where vessels rarely venture. The wind, which blows uninterruptedly, has swept bare the forbidding coast; it drives through the narrow straits and lays waste both sides. The pale streaks of foam, clinging to the black rocks, whose countless peaks rise up out of the water, look like bits of rag floating and drifting on the surface of the sea.

The house of widow Saverini, clinging to the very edge of the precipice, looks out, through its three windows, over this wild and desolate picture.

She lived there alone, with her son Antonia and their dog “Semillante,” a big, thin beast, with a long rough coat, of the sheep-dog breed. The young man took her with him when out hunting.

One night, after some kind of a quarrel, Antoine Saverini was treacherously stabbed by Nicolas Ravolati, who escaped the same evening to Sardinia.

When the old mother received the body of her child, which the neighbors had brought back to her, she did not cry, but she stayed there for a long time motionless, watching him. Then, stretching her wrinkled hand over the body, she promised him a vendetta. She did not wish anybody near her, and she shut herself up beside the body with the dog, which howled continuously, standing at the foot of the bed, her head stretched towards her master and her tail between her legs. She did not move any more than did the mother, who, now leaning over the body with a blank stare, was weeping silently and watching it.

The young man, lying on his back, dressed in his jacket of coarse cloth, torn at the chest, seemed to be asleep. But he had blood all over him; on his shirt, which had been torn off in order to administer the first aid; on his vest, on his trousers, on his face, on his hands. Clots of blood had hardened in his beard and in his hair.

His old mother began to talk to him. At the sound of this voice the dog quieted down.

“Never fear, my boy, my little baby, you shall be avenged. Sleep, sleep; you shall be avenged. Do you hear? It’s your mother’s promise! And she always keeps her word, your mother does, you know she does.”

Slowly she leaned over him, pressing her cold lips to his dead ones.

Then Semillante began to howl again with a long, monotonous, penetrating, horrible howl.

The two of them, the woman and the dog, remained there until morning.

Antoine Saverini was buried the next day and soon his name ceased to be mentioned in Bonifacio.

He had neither brothers nor cousins. No man was there to carry on the vendetta. His mother, the old woman, alone pondered over it.

On the other side of the straits she saw, from morning until night, a little white speck on the coast. It was the little Sardinian village Longosardo, where Corsican criminals take refuge when they are too closely pursued. They compose almost the entire population of this hamlet, opposite their native island, awaiting the time to return, to go back to the “maquis.” She knew that Nicolas Ravolati had sought refuge in this village.

All alone, all day long, seated at her window, she was looking over there and thinking of revenge. How could she do anything without help–she, an invalid and so near death? But she had promised, she had sworn on the body. She could not forget, she could not wait. What could she do? She no longer slept at night; she had neither rest nor peace of mind; she thought persistently. The dog, dozing at her feet, would sometimes lift her head and howl. Since her master’s death she often howled thus, as though she were calling him, as though her beast’s soul, inconsolable too, had also retained a recollection that nothing could wipe out.

One night, as Semillante began to howl, the mother suddenly got hold of an idea, a savage, vindictive, fierce idea. She thought it over until morning. Then, having arisen at daybreak she went to church. She prayed, prostrate on the floor, begging the Lord to help her, to support her, to give to her poor, broken-down body the strength which she needed in order to avenge her son.

She returned home. In her yard she had an old barrel, which acted as a cistern. She turned it over, emptied it, made it fast to the ground with sticks and stones. Then she chained Semillante to this improvised kennel and went into the house.

She walked ceaselessly now, her eyes always fixed on the distant coast of Sardinia. He was over there, the murderer.

All day and all night the dog howled. In the morning the old woman brought her some water in a bowl, but nothing more; no soup, no bread.

Another day went by. Semillante, exhausted, was sleeping. The following day her eyes were shining, her hair on end and she was pulling wildly at her chain.

All this day the old woman gave her nothing to eat. The beast, furious, was barking hoarsely. Another night went by.

Then, at daybreak, Mother Saverini asked a neighbor for some straw. She took the old rags which had formerly been worn by her husband and stuffed them so as to make them look like a human body.

Having planted a stick in the ground, in front of Semillante’s kennel, she tied to it this dummy, which seemed to be standing up. Then she made a head out of some old rags.

The dog, surprised, was watching this straw man, and was quiet, although famished. Then the old woman went to the store and bought a piece of black sausage. When she got home she started a fire in the yard, near the kennel, and cooked the sausage. Semillante, frantic, was jumping about, frothing at the mouth, her eyes fixed on the food, the odor of which went right to her stomach.

Then the mother made of the smoking sausage a necktie for the dummy. She tied it very tight around the neck with string, and when she had finished she untied the dog.

With one leap the beast jumped at the dummy’s throat, and with her paws on its shoulders she began to tear at it. She would fall back with a piece of food in her mouth, then would jump again, sinking her fangs into the string, and snatching few pieces of meat she would fall back again and once more spring forward. She was tearing up the face with her teeth and the whole neck was in tatters.

The old woman, motionless and silent, was watching eagerly. Then she chained the beast up again, made her fast for two more days and began this strange performance again.

For three months she accustomed her to this battle, to this meal conquered by a fight. She no longer chained her up, but just pointed to the dummy.

She had taught her to tear him up and to devour him without even leaving any traces in her throat.

Then, as a reward, she would give her a piece of sausage.

As soon as she saw the man, Semillante would begin to tremble. Then she would look up to her mistress, who, lifting her finger, would cry, “Go!” in a shrill tone.

When she thought that the proper time had come, the widow went to confession and, one Sunday morning she partook of communion with an ecstatic fervor. Then, putting on men’s clothes and looking like an old tramp, she struck a bargain with a Sardinian fisherman who carried her and her dog to the other side of the straits.

In a bag she had a large piece of sausage. Semillante had had nothing to eat for two days. The old woman kept letting her smell the food and whetting her appetite.

They got to Longosardo. The Corsican woman walked with a limp. She went to a baker’s shop and asked for Nicolas Ravolati. He had taken up his old trade, that of carpenter. He was working alone at the back of his store.

The old woman opened the door and called:

“Hallo, Nicolas!”

He turned around. Then releasing her dog, she cried:

“Go, go! Eat him up! eat him up!”

The maddened animal sprang for his throat. The man stretched out his arms, clasped the dog and rolled to the ground. For a few seconds he squirmed, beating the ground with his feet. Then he stopped moving, while Semillante dug her fangs into his throat and tore it to ribbons. Two neighbors, seated before their door, remembered perfectly having seen an old beggar come out with a thin, black dog which was eating something that its master was giving him.

At nightfall the old woman was at home again. She slept well that night.

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Some poems I’d love to read :3

Marriage Morning a poem
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay’d to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!

Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning star.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and heart,
Into my heart and my blood!

Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O’ heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers,
Over the meadow and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles.

Meeting at Night a poem by Robert Browning

Meeting at Night

The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

Azure and gold a poem
by Amy Lowell

April had covered the hills
With flickering yellows and reds,
The sparkle and coolness of snow
Was blown from the mountain beds.

Across a deep-sunken stream
The pink of blossoming trees,
And from windless appleblooms
The humming of many bees.

The air was of rose and gold
Arabesqued with the song of birds
Who, swinging unseen under leaves,
Made music more eager than words.

Of a sudden, aslant the road,
A brightness to dazzle and stun,
A glint of the bluest blue,
A flash from a sapphire sun.

Blue-birds so blue, ‘t was a dream,
An impossible, unconceived hue,
The high sky of summer dropped down
Some rapturous ocean to woo.

Such a colour, such infinite light!
The heart of a fabulous gem,
Many-faceted, brilliant and rare.
Centre Stone of the earth’s diadem!.

Centre Stone of the Crown of the World,
“Sincerity” graved on your youth!
And your eyes hold the blue-bird flash,
The sapphire shaft, which is truth.

Daffodils a poem
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Stars poem – Emily Bronte

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our earth to joy
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?

All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And with a full heart’s thankful sighs
I blessed that watch divine!

I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me
And revelled in my changeful dreams
Like petrel on the sea.

Thought followed thought star followed star
Through boundless regions on,
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through and proved us one.

Why did the morning dawn to break
So great, so pure a spell,
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek
Where your cool radiance fell?

Blood-red he rose, and arrow-straight
His fierce beams struck my brow:
The soul of Nature sprang elate,
But mine sank sad and low!

My lids closed down, yet through their veil
I saw him blazing still;
And steep in gold the misty dale
And flash upon the hill.

I turned me to the pillow then
To call back Night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again
Throb with my heart and me!

It would not do the pillow glowed
And glowed both roof and floor,
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door.

The curtains waved, the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise
And give them leave to roam.

O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn

That drains the blood of suffering men;
Drinks tears, instead of dew:
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!

Just a fictive story… (태연-준수, 재중-제시카)

Just a fictive story
About K-Idols

#TukarPosisi(1)

Pairings: TaeSu, JaeSica

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Taeyeon itu cowok!
Percaya deh! Kalau aja Tuhan yang maha kuasa tidak menempatkan jiwanya dalam tubuh wanita seksi nan cantik.. err.. intinya, Taeyeon agak sedikit memprotes takdirnya yang terlahir sebagai cewek. Nih ya, kalau jadi cewek itu repot, gak bisa sebebas dan seleluasa cowok. Gak boleh pulang malem, gak boleh sembarangan bergaul, gak boleh pergi jauh-jauh sendirian, harus feminine, gak boleh begini dan begitu(?). banyak aturan buat cewek yang bikin kepala Kim Taeyeon berasa mau meledak. Ya, dia sadar dia cewek dan gak boleh menentang apa yang digariskan Tuhan. Meski ia punya dada yang seksi(?), ia selalu pake kaos oblong kemana-mana, seragam sekolah aja agak kegedean. Dia juga gak mau kok ngerasa risih gara-gara dadanya yang mencuat ntar diliatin kalo pake kaos ketat. Dia sadar juga kalo pahanya mulus, bokongnya juga berisi. Makanya Taeyeon ogah pake rok mini, apalagi hotpants! Baju favorit Taeyeon itu segala jenis baju yang normalnya diperuntukkan bagi cowok. Mrs. Kim yang udah nggak kuat dengan kelakuan putrinya berencana memasukkan Taeyeon ke asrama khusus cewek. Lihat aja, Taeyeon suka makan buah mangga dari pohon orang. Manjat pula, tanpa ijin. Suka bolos, manjat pagar sekolahan, hangout plus balapan motor ama temen-temen cowoknya. Satu-satunya prestasi yang dimiliki Taeyeon Cuma lari, basket, sepakbola, renang, boxing(?). dalam hati, jelas Taeyeon menolak. Tiba-tiba saja ide licik muncul di otaknya yang biasanya blank. Dia membujuk kakak, sekaligus saudara kembar non identik-nya, Kim Jaejoong, untuk bertukar posisi.Jaejoong menolak mentah-mentah. Meski ibunya sendiri bilang kalau wajahnya itu mirip cewek dan lebih cantik dari adiknya sendiri, tapi dia itu lelaki tulen. Jaejoomg bahkan rajin fitness cuma buat ngegedein otot-ototnya yang udah gede. Perlu dicatat: Kim Jaejoong itu MANLY! Dan GANTENG! (Jaejoong bersorak dalam hati). Taeyeon terus bercerita tentang keuntungan apa saja yang didapat kalau berada di asrama cewek, hingga akhirnya Jaejoongpun tergiur. (Dasar!)

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“Ini berkas2nya, mulai sekarang oppa jangan lupa harus pake namaku!”
“Kalau begitu janga panggil aku oppa lagi, babo!”
“Ya, siapa yang kau panggil babo?”
“Sonyeo High School? ini tidak jauh akademiku. Tapi Tae, kau yakin ini tidak apa-apa?”
“Kalau aku sih baik-baik saja, hihihihi..”
“Tertawamu menyeramkan..”
“Ahahahahahhh..”
“Ya,Kim Taeyeon! Kalau sudah gila pergi kerumah sakit sana!”
“Oppa, aku tak menyangka dadamu besar juga!”
0_0
“Yah! Inikan hanya tuntutan peran! Kau ini, itumu juga besar!”
“Eh?”
Anehnya, ortu mereka sama sekali tidak menyadari kalau anak-anak mereka tengah bertukar posisi.

“Hey ingat! Kau harus tetap hati2!” ucap Taeyeon (Jaejoong). Mrs. Kim sedikit bingung, “Kau ini aneh Tae, kakakmu kan laki-laki, jelas ia bisa menjaga dirinya sendiri.”
“Eh, ya, maksudku..”
“Yasudah, aku masuk dulu, mungkin liburan musim panas nanti aku baru bisa pulang.” Mrs Kim menatap bangga Jaejoong (Taeyeon). Sementara Taeyeon (Jaejoong) langsung menarik Jaejoong (Taeyeon), “Ya, memangnya kau sanggup bertahan selama itu?”
“Kita lihat saja!”

Taeyeon (Jaejoong) menatap daftar siswi baru tahun ini termasuk ini di asrama mana ia tinggal. Ia sedikit senang dan juga deg-degan. Bagaimana kalau teman sekamarnya ntar makhluk seperti adiknya?
Tidak! Jangan sampai itu terjadi! Ia menelusuri nomor urut hingga sampai pada barisan namanya.

77. Kim Taeyeon Jung Jessica

“Jung Jessica?”
“Ya?” Taeyeon (Jaejoong) terkejut dan seketika menoleh kebelakang. Seorang gadis berambut blonde panjang tengah tersenyum kearahnya. “Kau teman sekamarku, Kim Taeyeon?” tanyanya. Dan mata lelaki Jaejoong tetap bisa melihat, meskipun tertutupi oleh sweater tebal, dada gadis itu tetap menggembung *uhukk
“Taeyeon ssi?” Taeyeon (Jaejoong) segera tersadar dari imajinasi liarnya. “Ah, maaf, kau Jessica?”
“Eum, kalau begitu ayo segera masuk!! Upacara pembukaanya sudah mau mulai!”
Oh God! Jaejoong benar-benar tidak menyesal menerima tawaran Taeyeon. Mungkin akan lebih banyak lagi gadis seperti Jessica di akademi ini atau bahkan lebih.

Di waktu yang sama, Jaejoong (Taeyeon) juga tengah mengikuti upacara pembukaan.
“Hey kau!” Jaejoong (Taeyeon) menoleh. Seorang pemuda kurus tengah berbisik memanggilnya. “Apa?” Jawab Jaejoong (Taeyeon) sekenanya. “Kau.. pendek sekali..”
0-0
>_<
“Ya, anchovy! Diamlah! Kita ini sedang upacara!”
“Kau ini Jjun! Ini juga hanya upacara, jangan terlalu tegang begitu.”
“Berisik!”
Taeyeon masih tidak terima dikatakan pendek. Ia memang tidak setinggi Jaejoong. Tapi entah mengapa, ejekan pemuda kurus tadi melukai harga dirinya sebagai seorang laki-laki(?). taeyeon balas memanggil pemuda tadi dan memberi kode tantangan,
“Jjun! Kau lihat cowok pendek yang disana tadi? Masa dia menantangku selepas upacara ini.”
“Tantangan apa?”
“Panco. Hah, dia bercanda apa? Cowok sekecil ia mana bisa ngalahin aku.”
“Kupikir dirimu juga sama kecilnya Hyukjae.”
“Ya, panggil aku Eunhyuk! Itu terdengar lebih tampan.”

Dan ternyata Jaejoong (Taeyeon) memang menang.
“Gimana? Masih mau ngatain aku lagi?”
“Eh, jangan belagu ya? Kau mungkin menang, tapi kau tetap bukan siapa2 dibandingkan Uri Junsu!” Junsu menggerutu dipanggil seperti itu. “Apa maksudnya dengan ‘Uri Junsu’?” tapi cowok bernama asli Lee Hyukjae itu malah nggak ngedengerin.
“Hey, kau, pendek!”
“Kim Jaejoong!” sela Taeyeon. Udah ngalah, masih belum kapok juga itu cowok.
“Asal tahu aja, akademi ini dibangun atas dana yang diberikan oleh Kim Corp. Dan sahabatku Kim Junsu ini adalah satu-satunya pewaris Kim Corp, jadi kalau kau macam-macam—” Junsu segera membungkam mulut Eunhyuk dan menyeretnya pergi.
“Maaf Jaejoong ssi jangan dengarkan dia.”

Giliran Taeyeon yang bingung. Dua pemuda itu, aneh nggak sih? Ia segera mengambil kopernya dan menuju asrama. Hari mengajar aktif baru akan dimulai besok. Ia membuka pintu kamar bernomor 77 dan segera melempar dirinya ke salah satu ranjang dari dua ranjang yang tersedia.
“Ackh!”Taeyeon mengernyit. Sejak kapan ranjang bisa mengerang sakit?
Ia bangun dan melihat sosok pemuda yang sepertinya tadi pernah ia lihat.
“Kau?”
“Kau.. Kim Jaejoong? Jadi kau teman sekamarku?”
“K-Kim Junsu?”
Taeyeon mendadak panik. Kenapa sih harus sekamar dengan pemuda macam dia?

Hanya dengan berbalut handuk (bukan bathrobe), Jessica keluar dari kamar mandi. “Aku sudah selesai Tae, kau bisa memakai kamar mandinya sekarang.”
Taeyeon (Jaejoong) menghentikan aktivitas membacanya dan bergegas. “Ah, iy-“ tapi tiba-tiba saja tubuhnya kaku. Dia disuguhi pemandangan seorang gadis cantik yang baru mandi dengan rambut basahnya tergerai meski sesekali terusap handuk. Gulp.
Oh tidak! Jangan sekarang! Little Jaejoong tidak boleh bangun sekarang. Ia bisa ketahuan kalau adik kecilnya itu tiba-tiba menyembul. “Uhm.. aku mandi dulu, mungkin agak lama.” BRAK!
Jessica menatap heran. Tapi tidak begitu peduli. Menurutnya Taeyeon itu lucu. Definisi lucu menurut Jessica : Taeyeon itu cantik tapi terlalu tinggi, bahkan jauh lebih tinggi darinya, dan tubuhnya juga lebih besar. Bukan gemuk, lebih seperti cewek berotot(?).
Dan penderitaan Jaejoong tidak berhenti sampai disitu. Entah rejeki atau apa, ternyata Jessica suka tidur dengan hanya mengenakan pakaian dalam dan membungkus dirinya dengan selimut begitu saja. Sumpah! Kalau ini kamar hotel, Jaejoong tidak akan ragu lagi untuk….. uhm..
Jaejoong harus menghalau keras pemikiran liarnya atau ia takkan bisa tidur semalaman karena menahan hasrat.

F(x) – Chu~♡ (Japanese ver.) [LYRICS]

Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~ Do do it, Chu~♡
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~ Do do it, Chu~♡

Kouki wa mainichi o afurete
Ttaku ttaku ku ku ku
“Kanjite iru no ka” shiritai
Yeah baby, yeah baby, yeah baby

Yumemiteru watashi wa, itsumo matte
Dakara, do it chu~♡

Mezamete no hime kissu o agetai you ni
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~
Me o samase kedo, zenbu wa mada onaji
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~

Dokidoki no kokoro o shinjite
Ima kono hen no sekai o aketai
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~ Do do it, Chu~♡

Mada takusan no koto o shitakunai
Ttaku ttaku ku ku ku
Motto wasurete, motto tameshitai
Yeah Baby, Yeah Baby, Yeah Baby!!

Moshi buruubaado no keeji ni omou
Watashi mada tonde iku yo

Mezamete no hime kissu o agetai you ni
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~
Me o samase kedo, zenbu wa mada onaji
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~

Dokidoki no kokoro o shinjite
Ima kono hen no sekai o aketai
Grow up! Grow up! Grow up!
kono hen no sekai o akeru, Amber!

I got a little plan so pick up the slack
You wasting time with the chitchat
You’ve been caught, so give it all you got
It’s time to make it, make it, take, take, take it

Dousuru dokidoki suru
Ooku choo onaka ni asonde
Ko-ko-ko koko e kita now
Do it chu~♡

yumemiteru watashi wa, itsumo matte
Dakara, do it chu~♡

Mezamete no hime kissu o agetai you ni
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~
Me o samase kedo, zenbu wa mada onaji
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~

Dokidoki no kokoro o shinjite
Ima kono hen no sekai o aketai
Grow up! Grow up! Grow up!
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~ Do do it, Chu~♡
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~ Do do it, Chu~♡

Kouki wa mainichi o afurete
Ttaku ttaku ku ku ku
“Kanjite iru no ka” shiritai
Yeah baby, yeah baby, yeah baby

Yumemiteru watashi wa, itsumo matte
Dakara, do it chu~♡

Mezamete no hime kissu o agetai you ni
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~
Me o samase kedo, zenbu wa mada onaji
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~

Dokidoki no kokoro o shinjite
Ima kono hen no sekai o aketai
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~ Do do it, Chu~♡

Mada takusan no koto o shitakunai
Ttaku ttaku ku ku ku
Motto wasurete, motto tameshitai
Yeah Baby, Yeah Baby, Yeah Baby!!

Moshi buruubaado no keeji ni omou
Watashi mada tonde iku yo

Mezamete no hime kissu o agetai you ni
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~
Me o samase kedo, zenbu wa mada onaji
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~

Dokidoki no kokoro o shinjite
Ima kono hen no sekai o aketai
Grow up! Grow up! Grow up!
kono hen no sekai o akeru, Amber!

I got a little plan so pick up the slack
You wasting time with the chitchat
You’ve been caught, so give it all you got
It’s time to make it, make it, take, take, take it

Dousuru dokidoki suru
Ooku choo onaka ni asonde
Ko-ko-ko koko e kita now
Do it chu~♡

yumemiteru watashi wa, itsumo matte
Dakara, do it chu~♡

Mezamete no hime kissu o agetai you ni
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~
Me o samase kedo, zenbu wa mada onaji
Do do it, Chu~♡ (It’s) true, true, true, true it’s You~

Dokidoki no kokoro o shinjite
Ima kono hen no sekai o aketai
Grow up! Grow up! Grow up!

P.S.: The lyrics above was translated by me myself 😀 and just for fun, kinda nice if the song has its japanese version :3

This is how the most well-known anime “Naruto Shippuden” will end up, based on my imagination (a hidden wish)

Utakata Hanabi (Finale, Sasu-Naru)

-Full of Dialogues-

HAHAHAHAHA~~

“It’s not bad to write down what’s on our mind and let the others know, whatever it is J;

We live for real, we shouldn’t live inside the dream, but that cannot stop us for having imagination J

 

###

 

“We meet again, Sasuke. In the same place like our great battle long time ago.”

“Now what I have to do is erase you from this world, old friend.”

“Just do it, then! But I’m glad that you still see me as your friend.”

“For your last time,…… CHIDORI!”

“Hh….. KAGEBUNSHIN! RASENGAN!”

 

“Do we have to only stand still like this?”

“We have no right to interupt at all, Sakura.”

“Sai? But….”

“This battle is those two own bussiness, you see?”

“….”

“I wonder, somehow.”

“You afraid, don’t you?”

“They are so intend about this. I remember. Even back then, they do serious about fighting each other.”

“….”

“You know, Sai? I always guess the day like now would come. But…. . How, how if one of them.. one of them…. .”

“Just see it, then. We have our time to decide when to get involved.”

“Sai is right, Sakura-san.”

“Kakashi sensei?”

“It will be take a-very-long time, I guess. Better if I read the next page of this book.”

“Sensei!”

“Hh.”

 

The voice of one thousand shuriken and Kusanagi sword are colliding.

The battle.

Is finally set it place.

They have injured each other.

The losing feeling.

The longing feeling.

The wish to face each other.

The wish to bring the other back home.

The wish to defeat the other.

This is gonna long.

 

However, your sight cannot always tell you the real truth.

The outside look doesn’t always same with the inside, though.

The reason why.. .

Why there in this world is love and pain.

Why there is a friend and enemy..

Why you must be lying and hiding.

No one knows.

For all this time.

 

“MANGENKYOU SHARINGAN.”

 

“Oh, No! At this rate, Naruto and Sasuke… they will….”

“Sakura!”

“No, they can’t really do it! This is just the same at that time.”

“Stay calm, Sakura.”

 

“FUTON, RASEN SHURIKEN!”

 

“NOOOOOO! PLEASE STOP THEM!”

 

“Not yet. This is not end yet.”

“Indeed. AMATERASU!”

“I won’t let you, Sasuke! TAIKYOKU RASENGAN!”

 

CRUSHHHH

 

“Hah? Where the hell do they go?”

“They’re nowhere in sight.”

“Can it be? No! They can’t be really serious and choose their own place to fight. We must search them!”

“I see. They even don’t let their teacher to watch that hot battle.”

“This is not time for saying such that thing for you know, Kakashi sensei.”

“That really suits you, Sai.”

“Naruto… . Sasuke.. . Please! Just don’t go too far. I don’t wanna lose both of you.”

 

###

 

“Where is this? Why do you—“

“I don’t want to fight.”

“Che! I see, so you want to admit your defeat without anyone know.”

“I want to see you. That’s all.”

“Hah?”

“….”

“…”

“Sasuke, wherever it is doesn’t matter. Now you can show your best to defeat me. Don’t waste much more time.”

“I don’t need to.”

“What’s that? What’s wrong with you? After killed your older brother, you surely intend for killing me, don’t you?”

“That’s not the reason I come to fight you.”

“You… You want to back without having any fights with me, is that right?”

“I regret it.”

“Regret. What?”

“For killing Itachi. That fool Itachi.”

“Sasuke… it’s not too late, you know?“

“Do you still, remember? The day, how you tell me that we are similar, how you and me are the same, how we are living alone, how we are always competing, how we are become enemy and.. friend.”

“Ah, I don’t think I could forget it.”

“I knew you have fallen for Sakura. But she always looked at me, not you, doesn’t she?”

“But it doesn’t mean I will lose to you.”

“I see. So you still enduring for her.”

“Not really. Impossible for me not to think that I’m just your replacement. I love her. I think it’s okay. However…. .”

“You start to like another person? Hinata?”

“Can you just listen to me?”

“I’m listening.”

“Seessh! You know, Sai. The guy that never know how to feel, react,or express. He learned all about that from book. He’s ever ask me what is love. He wanted to test me if my answer will be the same with what’s written on the book. I said, you are in love with someone if you are always think and care of that someone the most. Then he said, ‘You seems like that to Sakura. That’s also noted in this book. But, here also written that if we love someone, we can’t ever erased him or her from our mind, and if that someone suddenly dissapear, we will do anything to find him or her. If that someone far of you, you will miss him or her so much. Come to think of it, isn’t that the case between you and Sasuke?’. I laughed only. Why did Sai suddenly have that kind of thought.”

“So that guy apparently smart even though less of expression.”

“I thought I told you to listen.”

“Don’t you see I’m listening?”

“Then don’t interupt until I finished!”

“Go ahead!”

“Teme! Then I told Sai, of course I missed Sasuke, he is my friend after all, my precious friend. And he all of sudden made what-the-hell decision by leaving the village. I worried that he would never come back, that he would become my true enemy. Then Sai said that if I was too much over you. You are even not my family, was that normal for just-friend to struggle that much? Sure, it is normal. I respect you the most, Sasuke. You’re such a brother to me. That’s why I cannot lose you.”

“So we are really friend, that is what are you trying to say?”

“Actually, there is another thing.”

“Tell me what is it?”

“That’s not a thing that I can tell you so bluntly.”

“I’m listening here.”

“… ..”

“….. ..”

“….. ..”

“It’s.. .It’s abnormal.”

“What? I can’t hear if you talk so soft like that.”

“Did you just say that you are listening?”

“Did you just say in a whispering sound?”

“… .”

“… .”

“Well, Naruto. I will straightforward this time. Back then, deep in my heart, I’m glad I’d a friend like you. Even after that incident.”

“What incident?”

“That kiss.”

“Eek? You.. That.. That is…”

“What the hell is that. But the touch of your soft lips cannot really vanish ever since.”

“Hah? I’d never think that you can be such a pervert.”

“But you show me how much you like Sakura while Sakura always want me. I thought, if I gave a bit hope to Sakura there is no way for you two will be together. At the night when I left, I hope the one who stopped me was you, not her. And it’s not like I have another choice. I can’t stay with you while enduring this feeling. I need to go. I didn’t want to break our bond. That’s why—“

“I don’t understand.”

“Let’s try to undertsand it now. We are always competing, aren’t we? But I show my best to keep up over you. So you will always think how to defeat me. In other words, you will always thinking of me.”

“Sasuke, what… what are you trying to say?”

“It apparently isn’t clear enough for you. Oh God! what should I do?”

“You mean you care for me? Like I always do?”

“Hn.”

“…. .”

“…. .”

“…. .”

“…. .”

“…. .”

“Naruto.. “

“Hm.”

“Sukida.”

….

….

“What does it mean?”

“Nothing less, you are stupid as always.”

“TEME! That’s not what I mean.”

“I don’t want to be either your friend or enemy.”

“Then what?”

“Sheessh! Do you want me to yell it out loud, DOBE?”

“And if so? You think I will understand that easily?”

*kissed*

“Sasu..ke.. what did you just do?”

“What do you actually feel towards me?”

*shivering* “I, I don’t know. No matter how I think, it just can’t be.”

“So you don’t?”

“You will leave me again?”

“No, if you—“

“I.. .I love you..”

*smiled* “That’s it. That’s what I want to hear from you.” *hugged*

“What Sai said to me always bothering me ever since. Why? Since you left, I felt alone even more. It couldn’t be any worse. I wanted to see you, fight you as I always do. Show that I was better better better than you. Laughed with you, saw your emotionless face, have fun with Sakura-chan and Kakashi sensei. And the worst, I want to be with you, more than friends. I don’t know what could it possibly, but I don’t want you to be with Sakura. That’s why I thought Sakura was better with me. Why? What is it, Sasuke? We both guys. We can’t, we can’t…” *tears drop*

“Just be with me like this, Naruto.”

 

###

 

“Just where the hell did those two hide?”

“Calm down Sakura-san, you will get old sooner if you still like that.”

“Sensei!”

“That, is that Naruto?”

“Where? Where is him, Sai?”

….

“Naruto, you back!” *hug* “You okay, right?”

“Hm.”

“He seems not seriously wounded (looked at Sasuke that hold by Naruto’s right arm). Do both of you really fight?”

“Shut up, Sai! We must get back to Konoha quickly. They both are wounded, however.”

“Sai, Sakura, you two help Naruto! Leave this Uchiha to me!”

“Okay.”

 

###

 

“Baa-chan~”

“What’s up, gaki? You are still not fit enough, why are you here?”

“About Sasuke…”

“I can’t guarantee to grant your request.”

“Just don’t too harsh on his punishment. After all, he is—”

“Six months jailing, ANBU training, and all level-A missions. Don’t you satisfied?”

“What? Isn’t that too much?”

“So you want me to give him a death penalty instead?”

“No! No! I think he will be jailed only for several days and let him back to team 7.”

“YOU BRAT! WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HE HAS DONE?”

“Err.. Forget it Baa-chan! Shit—Shitsurei shimasu.”

 

###

 

“Granny is really scary.”

“You must be asking for something funny.”

“Nothing’s funny, if it’s about you.”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing.”

“You said something.”

“I just forget what just I said.”

*hug*

“Teme! What are you doing?”

“Hug you, can’t I?”

“You can, at least without that ‘stoic’ face you have.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Aaaaaargh! What in the world are you, Sasuke?”

“Tell me what I supposed to do, then?”

“You can walk me to see the festival, you can treat me for Ichiraku ramen…”

“That sounds like a date.”

“That’s right. That’s what a normal date supposed to be.”

“Hn.”

“You are not listening again.”

“I just want to hug you.”

“If you want to hug me, do it romantically. I just can’t feel anything.”

*hug tighter*

“Like this?”

“Seessh! Whatever you do.”

….

…..

“See that!” *looked up to the fireworks*

“It’s beautiful.”

“Like you.”

*blushed*

“Sasuke..”

“Hn.”

“Okaeri.”

“Tadaima, Naruto.”

 

###

6 months later

 

“Yokatta ne, Sasuke-kun.”

“Hn.” “Sakura, can I ask you something?”

“About what?”

“Your feeling towards me. Is it still alive?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just asking.”

“You are my first interest ever since, Sasuke. Your coldness, make can never really know what do you feel or what are you thinking. But my feeling towards you at that time, is true.”

“At that time? So now, they’re gone?”

“Tell me what is this exactly about all of sudden?”

“I’m just asking, to you to kill it, all of it, from now on.”

“Is that all? No need to worry then. Even now, I still care about you. But my most important person is not you anymore.”

“Naruto?”

“Hm.”

“That’s too.”

“What?”

“Kill that feeling too!”

“Kill what? My feeling for Naruto you mean? What in the world do you really want, Sasuke-kun?”

“I’m here, because of him. I’m back to Konoha, because Naruto hardly struggled for me. And he’s also the only reason I left this village.”

“…”

“….”

“You are the most precious friend to Naruto. I knew it. And that you have the same way of Naruto, makes me glad too. You left because you want become stronger than Naruto, I knew it too. Very well I know.”

“You’re wrong, Sakura.”

“Then what is it mean supposed to be?”

“Naruto is my enemy. If he’s not, then he is the one that, I love.”

“Pardon me?”

“Sorry for all hard things you have endured, sorry for making you confused all this time. And sorry for stealing Naruto from you, Sakura. I honestly have never want to hurt anybody, especially you.”

 

###

 

“Did you say something to Sakura?”

“You mind?”

“No, just…”

“I myself cannot stand for hurting her, but we’ve exposed the truth, at least.”

“I do hope Sakura-chan will find her happiness soon.”

“Naruto!”

“What?”

“Could you do me a favor?”

“What is it?”

“Please… Please be a mother that will be giving birth all of my children!”

“TEME! What on earth you have said just now? Was the jailing made you lost your senses?”

“Listen to me Naruto! I’m serious about this. If it’s you, it’s possible. You must know I can’t do it with any women in this world.”

“YOU BASTARD TEME! And do you think I’m a woman? Pull all your senses Sasuke! I know you want to restore your clan but—“

“This!”

“Wh—what is that?”

“When I was with Orochimaru, I tried hard to create this. Secretly, of course. Do you think I only learn how to be stronger and stronger? I ask everything to that person, also to Kabuto and Karin, until this one finished. I haven’t ever tried it to human, but to animal has.”

“Seriously, can you just tell me what is that! Medicine? Concoction?”

“I’m the last remaining of Uchiha clan. The only one left. If I die, there will no more Uchiha.”

“Are you listening to me?”

“But if you would drink this for my sake, no, for the sake of Uchiha clan’s survival, that would be enough for me.”

“So you are not listening. Sheesh!”

“Naruto, please!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Drink this!”

“And if I did?”

“You will be a mother.”

“So, this is a drink that would make me, a guy, be able to conceive as a woman does?”

“Hn.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Sasuke…”

“You will, right?”

“Uchiha Sasuke!”

“I know you will. You love me after all.”

“HOW DARE YOU ASK ME SUCH A DAMN REQUEST WHILE I ATTEMPT TO BE A HOKAGE???”

“Hey, Dobe! What’s wrong with that?”

“SERVE THIS YOU! RASENGAN!”

 “(avoiding) It’s not a big deal, right? You could—“

“NO WAY! YOU TEME! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM?” (attack again)

“You? You’re my lover, Naruto. Mine!” (attack back and hold naruto out)

 

And finally kiss.

###

 

afureru hito de nigiwau hachigatsumatsu no omatsuri
yukata o kite geta mo haite
karankoron oto o tateru
fui ni agatta hanabi o futari de miageta toki
muchuu de miteru kimi no kao o sotto nusumimita no

The festival at the end of August was lively and overflowing with people
I put on a yukata and geta
Making clanking and clicking sounds
When the two of us looked up at the suddenly risen fireworks
I secretly stole a glance of your face watching them in a trance

kimi no koto kirai ni naretara ii no ni
kyou mitai na hi ni wa kitto
mata omoidashiteshimau yo

Although it would be better if I’d come to hate you
On a day like today
I’d remember you again for sure

konna kimochi shiranakya yokatta
mou nido to aeru koto mo nai no ni
aitai aitai nda
ima demo omou kimi ga ita ano natsu no hi o

Not knowing these kinds of feelings would have been great
Although we will now never meet again
I want to, I want to see you
I still think of that summer day when you were with me

sukoshi tsukarete futari michibata ni koshikaketara
tooku kikoeru ohayashi no ne
hyururira narihibiku
yozora ni saita ookina ookina nishikikan o
mou sukoshi de natsu ga owaru
futto setsunaku naru

If we grew a little tired, we’d sit down on the roadside
Listening to the distant sound of the orchestra
The whistling sounds and strings reverberating
A brocade cap bloomed bigger and bigger in the night sky
Summer will end in a little while
It suddenly becomes painful

sakasama no haato ga uchiagatteta
ahaha tte waraiatte
suki da yo tte
kisu o shita

I launched my reversed heart
Laughing “ahaha” and
Saying “I love you”
We kissed

mou wasureyou kimi no koto zenbu
konna ni mo kanashikute
dou shite deatteshimatta ndarou
me o tojireba
ima mo kimi ga soko ni iru you de

I’ll forget all about you now
This is just too sad
Why must we have met?
If I close my eyes
It’ll be like you’re there even now

amai toiki
binetsu o obiru watashi wa kimi ni koi shita
sono koe ni sono hitomi ni
kizukeba toki wa sugisatteku no ni
mada kimi no omokage o sagashite

Sweet sighs
Tinged with a slight fever, I was in love with you
In that voice and in those eyes
If I notice, time is passing by
But I’ll still search for a trace of you

hitorikiri de miageru hanabi ni
kokoro ga chikuri to shite
mou sugu tsugi no kisetsu ga
yatte kuru yo
kimi to miteta utakata hanabi
ima demo omou ano natsu no hi o

I looked up at the fireworks all by myself
Making my heart prickle with pain
Very soon, the next season
Will arrive
I had watched the transient fireworks with you
I still think of that summer day when you were with me


 

###

Omake

5 years later

“Hokage-sama! Shikamaru, Sai and Lee has just arrived.”

“Let them come in.”

“Hai!”

“How’s the mission?”

“We should have Sasuke along with us, isn’t this level-A mission?”

“Yeah, but you all seems don’t have any trouble with it. Sasuke apparently has something to do with me.”

“You can’t hold to lovey-dovey with him, right? Hokage-sama.”

“What is lovey-dovey Sai?”

“You don’t know Lee? It’s often found in the books Kakashi always gave to me. It is—”

“Can you two stay quiet?”

“Why/Why?”

“This is bad. Even he is a guy and used to be our friend, but he is just the same—“

“Lovey-dovey, huh? Do you think I am, the Hokage, have a silly time to what-you-so-called lovey-dovey with that jerk Uchiha?”

“—with that old lady. He is worse, more sensitive, bad-tempered..”

“Shikamaru, what’s up with Naruto, err, Hokage-sama?”

“.. so just don’t make him angry—Eh? (look at Naruto) Uh oh, be ready!”

“What?”

“In the countdown of three, let’s get out of here! 3, 2, 1!”

BOOOM!

###

“Ah, Sasuke-san, Hokage-sama.. ohishashiburi!”

“Ohishashiburi, Shizune nee-san. How is Baa-chan?”

“She is well, Hokage-sama. She just won’t stop drinking and smoking.”

“She’s always like that. Can I see her?”

“This way, please!”

 

“Oh, Naruto. What’s bring you here in this early? I know you’re busy, so no need to pay a call for this old granny.”

“That’s why, I come here to make you stop smoking and drinking like this. I also hear that you still gambling often.”

“You can’t, gaki!”

“I’m not gaki anymore. I am Hokage now.”

“I know. But this has been become my routine in life. It’s fun.”

“It’s hard to understand you Baa-chan.”

“Instead of worrying me, just take care well of my grandchildren. Or, do you have Sasuke to be a house-husband since you become Hokage?”

“Ehh, no! And do you think he will? Whenever I have time to home, it’s me who always take care of Haruka and Tomoe.”

“It’s lie!”

“Hah?”

“He takes care of them only if he’s home. The rest is me along with all the daily chores.”

“Teme! I’m not that bad! It’s because—“

“You are a Hokage. That’s why I don’t mind.”

“(laughing) I’m glad you have such a good husband. But still, I never thought that an Uchiha would do that.”

“He just wanna be praised—Unhh!”

“What’s up Naruto?”

“Baa-chan, I need to go to toilet.”

 

“What’s up with him? Is he sick?”

“Wait! Could he be….” *glaring at Sasuke*

“I just hope he won’t be mad. I’ll see him.”

 

“Sasuke undeniably strong, right? Tsunade-sama?”

“Hm. Even Yondaime must sacrifice himself to control the chakra of Kyuubi. But he was doing all the stuffs by himself, the two of us are only needed at the giving birth process. You remember, Shizune?”

“Yes. But still I wonder, Why is it has to be Naruto? Does Sasuke really have no interest with women?”

“Hhh. I will have another grandchild. Or maybe, grandchildren.” (smiled)

“Naruto must be special if he delivers to twins again.”

 

~OWARI~

 

HAHAHAHAHA..


“Chichiue!”

“Hn. What’s up Tomoe?”

“Do we really have no mother?”

“Do we need? You and your brother already have two incredible fathers instead.”

“But still, I saw all friends of mine in academy always picked up by both their father and mother.”

“You really want a mother?”

“You said Otou-sama is the one who delivered me and brother to this world, why don’t we have him to be our mother?”

“(murmured) He is indeed your mother.”

“Chichiue?”

“Well, you can call him ‘Hahaue’ if you want.”

“Can I?”

“But don’t let him know if I allowed you!”

“Okay. Promise!”

 

“Chichiue, Tomoe.. look this!”

“Sugoii Nii-chan! You’re already able blowing to that big fireball!”

“Hn.”

“That’s my boy! (patting) Nothing less from you as Uchiha’s descent. Tomoe, why don’t you join Haruka, for practicing?”

“Hai, Chichiue! I also want  to show Nii-chan something. Look!”

“Element of thunder? Don’t be bigheaded imouto! That’s nothing compared to mine.”

“Why? It’s better than you have, Nii-chan!”

 

###

 

“What are you doing, Naru-chan?”

“I’m just thinking about what the good names for these upcoming babies.. Eek! Naru-chan? You call me what, Sasuke?”

“You should call me anata, Naru-chan.”

“(talk to himself) Stay calm Naruto! For the sake of your babies. He is just teasing you.”

“And.. have you found them?”

“What?”

“The names.”

“Not yet.”

“Don’t push yourself too much. You’re not good at all to that.”

“Shut up, YOU TEME! I also want to take place in this. You have done for both Haruka and Tomoe.”

“So you want to give names for them yourself?”

“That’s right!”

“Well, as long as is not about Ichiraku, or something like that..”

“SASUKE!”

A Streetcar Named Desire: ANALYSIS CHARACTER — THE CONFLICT BETWEEN BLANCHE DUBOIS AND STANLEY KOWALSKI

ANALYSIS CHARACTER — THE CONFLICT BETWEEN BLANCHE DUBOIS AND STANLEY KOWALSKI

 

 

 

 

 

By:

Shinta Pramudita Umairoh 

(121112037)

 

 

ENGLISH DEPARTMENT

FACULY OF HUMANITIES

AIRLANGGA UNIVERSITY 2013/2014

  1. 1.      Introduction

Blanche Dubois is generally known as the protagonist as well as ‘bad’ figure from the women’s perspective of the play written by Tennessee William, A Streetcar Named Desire. The title’s meaning was also revealed by Blanche herself in the very beginning of scene when she first arrived in New Orleans, looking for her sister’s apartment and accidentally met Eunice, the owner of the place. Blanche said that some people told her to take a streetcar named Desire, and then transfer to one called Cemeteries and ride six blocks and get off at Elysian Fields. The play itself was telling about human life how pitiful and ruined it would be, when you live full of lies and uncontrollable desires. Blanche, as the main character of the play, has always uncomfortable with the way Stanley Kowalski, her brother in law was. She considered herself as a superior who higher than Stanley, and Stanley himself, dislike Blanche because of that attitude of her, moreover after he overheard Blanche insulted him and found out the ‘secret’ truth about Blanche. From reading to the whole play’s script, the raising action, complication, and climax have always started because of the argumentation between Blanche and Stanley which is often involving Stella to play role as the mediator. The paper will expose more about Blanche Dubois’s character and why did she end up having conflict with Stanley Kowalski.

  1. 2.      Analysis
    1. a.      Blanche Dubois

Firstly, it is necessary to know well about Blanche Dubois’s personal traits within the play. She is portrayed such as gorgeous and beautiful woman as the representative of Southern Belle. She is from Dubois family who can be said as French by extraction because the Dubois’s first American ancestors were French Huguenots. No surprise if in the play Blanche sometimes used some expressions, sentences or idioms in French. She is around thirty years old, five years older than Stella. She was born on September fifteenth, under the astrological sign of Virgo, which means the Virgin according to her.

She used to be rich because Dubois family had such a plantation business from a long time ago. However, the plantation had often threatened to be taken by others and had finally lost after all Dubois family all were dead, left only Blanche and her sister, Stella, behind. Stella is married to Stanley Kowalski, an American, when the plantation was lost. She lived in very ordinary and simple apartment with her husband in New Orleans, in which Blanche was looking for her. Blanche was also typically a woman who care so much about her looking. She often asked Stella about how she looked.

She also loved to dream or fantasize about something. Remember about how she tried to convince Stella that there is an acquaintance of her, named Shep Huntleigh, who according to her was a millionaire from Dallas and used to date with her. Not only that, Blanche even told Mitch about how badly she wants to have a magic. Blanche also often told Stella how she always dreamt of flying to the starry sky where there will no such matters like on the earth. Blanche was also a type of person who believes in fortune things such as the meaning of astrological sign of the birthdays which indicates that she was indeed a dreamer who are hard to accept the real life. She knew quite much about literacy. She loved poetry and music, and even knew the famous literary works, such from Mr. Edgar Allan Poe and Mrs. Browning.

She is in the state of confused after lost the plantation, called Belle Reve, which means she had lost her family legacy. Blanche was very energetic woman, though. Opposed to Stella who always self controlled.

 

  1. b.      The conflict between Blanche and Stanley Kowalski

From the first impression when Blanche and Stanley met, the two had already had such a different deal to each other. Blanche was disagree and annoyed knowing her sister, Stella, live in such a poor condition. She wants to take her back from her husband. Stanley, on the other hand, wants to hold Stella to remain still with him. The first conflict that emerged between Blanche and Stanley was when Stanley questioned about the papers regarding the plantation which he thought it was sold. His wife, Stella, had already told him that the plantation was lost, not sold. Stanley did not believe in her and kept judging that Blanche had actually sold the plantation and that is why Blanche has so many glamorous clothes within her trunk. Blanche actually has a positive impression towards Stanley in the beginning, but she started to dislike him when he keeps curious about her. Blanche also hated so much the things about the poker night which is Stanley’s habit. Stanley also has different view from Blanche that he hates to compliment women only by their looks which was opposite to Blanche’s habit. Blanche herself was shocked when she saw with her own eyes, how Stanley abused Stella when he was drunk. She never thrilled to see a man is able to hit a woman, with a baby in hers. Blanche even compares Stanley as an ape because of his animal’s habit, according to Blanche. Another thing that made Stanley feels negative towards Blanche in the first part of the play was, that after Blanche arrived, Stella was quite dare to order him to do something. For him, Stella was not like that, she was never even daring to argue with him before. Stanley has a motto that every man is a king.

Stanley had already suspected Blanche since the first. His suspicion; however, become stronger after he found a man named Shaw. From Shaw, Stanley knew that Blanche lied to him and also Stella in many things. Blanche was feared if Stanley found out about those and very afraid if his brother in law told everything he knew to Stella. She always tried to ask Stella if Stanley told her something about her, but Stella keep quiet, because she actually cannot and do not want to believe in Stanley’s story about her sister. The peak of his trial in proving the bad side of Blanche was exposed in seventh scene. Stanley secretly keeps searching more evident about Blanche who actually did lie to him. After seeking all information about Blanche from Shaw and a merchant named Kiefaber, he found out that Blanche did not resign from her occupation as an English teacher in a high school in Laurel, but the school was fired her because of her affair with one of the schoolboy. The second lie is that Blanche moved to Flamingo hotel right after she lost the Belle Reve. Everyone must know what and how Flamingo hotel is. It is a second-class hotel where nobody can interfere or disturb each other privacy things. Stanley told Stella that Blanche was no more a lily, which is literally white, because he knew Blanche actually has been kissed by more than one boy while lived in Flamingo. He even called Blanche as ‘Dame Blanche’ to honor as well as show his dislike towards Blanche. In the end of seventh scene, Stanley even yelled to Blanched to get out soon since she took a very long time for just bathing in a hot tub.

In the eighth scene, Stanley still insisted to make Blanche leave his apartment soon. He did not hear Stella who tried preventing him to do that. Stanley gave the bus-ticket to Blanche as her birthday gift to just give her a shock. The next tenth scene was the peak of Blanche’s anguish and Stanley’s hatred. Blanche was already in the state in which make her feel more so lonely, fragile and anxious, yet Stanley came over her and reveal all of her dark secrets before later raped her. The conflict between Stanley and Blanche still did not meet its end until finally Stanley called the doctor along with the matron to take care of Blanche who seems already broken.

It was true that Blanche was sort of lady that has such a traumatic of a marriage life. She tried to get rid of it by doing such a sexual activity with certain types of men. Blanche was once married to a young boy named Allan, who is handsome and just perfect, such an ideal type in Blanche’s eyes. But their marriage did not stay longer because, by any chance, Blanche found out that her husband cheated with someone else and died right after that. That background of story which then bring up Blanche to be what currently she is. Remember when Blanche said to Stella that she did not want to be lonely, that she needs somebody who could protect her. Blanche also said the same to Mitch and added that she had a long time living in darkness that is way she needs such a light to bright up her. Blanche was searching or wishing to be loved or cared by someone in which she found it in Mitch’s figure. Stanley, on the other hand, was typically a man who loves to strike everything when he was mad or losing control. When he overheard the conversation between Stella and Blanche about him, he was eventually angry but tries to remain calm because the fact that he was a commoner was indeed true. Besides, Stella had told him that she and Blanche, used to live in different way from him, and especially her sister Blanche, has a different way of live from both her and Stanley.

  1. Conclusion

People who read or watch the play must be sympathize at Stanley in the first, since he is always called to be a ‘common’ and insulted by Blanche for his simplicity and ordinary life. However, as the story goes on further, it later found out that no one of Stanley or Blanche is to be sympathized. Blanche may have such a rude and feel superior but actually she is weak mentally and only follows her desire. It is her desire which brought her to New Orleans. It is her desire which brought her to men such Stanley, Mitch and also the previous men who used to be with her. It is her desire which make her to change, to be different from how she is before. And within the play, Blanche describe desire to be chained with Cemeteries, or death, and Elysian Fields, or afterlife. It is implied a certain hidden message of the play that it is good to have such a desire in life, but do not allow that desire to swallow you up and take control of you because it will only bring you to such a destruction. In the end, throughout the long ‘battle’ between Blanche and Stanley, it seems that Stanley has finally become the winner. He is almost angered Mitch as well as Stella for doing that, sending her to hospital, to Blanche. Stanley himself also does not portray a real good figure, but he always had Stella forgiven him. While Blanche, she is stuck in her fantasy and always believe in her good fortune to get a perfect and happy life witch such a perfect man. She once lost someone she loved and that make her allowing her desire controlling her in which later only bring her to such a tragic end.

 

 

WORK CITED

William, Tennessee. A streetcar named desire. 1956. London: Martin Secker and Warburg Limited

Poetry analysis: The Unknown Citizen by W.H. Auden

THE UNKNOWN CITIZEN

By W.H. Auden (1907 – 1973)

The poem was written by W.H. Auden in the 20th century on which it was characterized as one of modern poetry. From a brief look, we can know that the poem used non-poetic language, means that it barely used any metaphors or any other figurative languages. The language is simple, so that it easy to catch the meaning literally. However, the further, deeper, or the actual meaning that the poet wants to deliver, is actually difficult to understand. From the form aspect we can also see that the poem was written in the free verse, because it is unrhymed. It consists only one stanza, though actually, since the poem is a modern poetry, it is hard to tell, whether it consists only one or more than one stanza. The rhyme of the poem follows:

(To JS/07 M 378
This Marble Monument
Is Erected by the State)

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be                                 (a)

One against whom there was no official complaint,                         (b)

And all the reports on his conduct agree                                           (a)

That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a

   saint,                                                                                               (b)

For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.           (c)

Except for the War till the day he retired                                          (d)

He worked in a factory and never got fired,                                     (d)

But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.                                 (c)

Yet he wasn’t a scab or odd in his views,                                           (e)

For his Union reports that he paid his dues,                                     (e)

(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)  

And our Social Psychology  …

 

–         The character of the poem and how he is

The title The Unknown Citizen related to the content in which the main character that was portrayed within the poem is known by “He”. In the poem, “He” is described as a good person who loves to work and has big dedication and also loyalty to the country and to the employer he is working for. It can be seen in the 7th – 8th line “That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint, For in everything he did he served the Greater Community,”. The Greater Community here probably refers to the States, as what is written in second line.

–         Detail analysis related to the content

The very first line of the poem, (To JS/07 M 378, This Marble Monument, Is Erected by the State) seems like an address at the first glance. When we look more carefully, the letter JS seems like the initial name of somebody that the speaker of the poem addressed to. There is not enough proof, whether it was refer to the unknown citizen’s name or somebody else. The capital letter M is probably referring to the sex, Male. If it refers to the unknown citizen, the reason is clear because the speaker of the poem used the pronoun ‘He’ to refer to the unknown citizen. The rest, I have no idea about the number 07 and 378. They probably symbolize the date, month or address number. The Marble Monument, I believe that it is sort of special monument, most likely grave, built by the States for respecting the death of the unknown citizen.

The next line starts to explain the condition or what has happened to the unknown citizen. He was dead. His dead body was found and brought to the Bureau of Statistics to be identified. The information from the Statistics showing that ‘He’ was an active person, as we can see in the line, “One against whom there was no official complaint,        And all the reports on his conduct agree. That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint.” All the reports that informed about him, all was agree that ‘He’ was type of person who can be compared as a saint, wise and never tried to do anything wrong. ‘He’ already did such a great job for serving the Greater Community that most likely refers to the States. From this line, there is also a possibility that ‘He’ was a soldier. He” could be died after joining the war. However, in the following line it is explained that ‘He’ was an employee or worker in Fudge Motors Incorporation.

He” is typically a workaholic man, so even though he is should be retired, he is still continuing to work and satisfying his employer. The reason of his retirement is probably also due to the war that occur at that time. The area he is living or working in probably was affected by the war so that he unintentionally died. “He” is also type of man who always pays his dues or taxes. It can be seen in the lines that state “Yet he wasn’t a scab or odd in his views, For his Union reports that he paid his dues, (Our report on his Union shows it was sound), And our Social Psychology”. That could be a reason why the government builds the Marble Monument for honoring him, beside for his hard works. Regarding with humanity values, it is also impossible to just let the dead body of him, without taking care of it.

The point of matter here is why people do not know about him. There is a possibility he is enjoyed too much his works so that he did not much care to interact with others or just for show up. “He” seems did not really care with the condition or situation around as he is a self-centered person. The word ‘unknown’ in the title of the poem may not refer to the name of the dead citizen, but more pointed to the history of what the dead citizen has done. Since he died a long time ago, many people most likely forgot about his struggles or all good things he has done as a hero.

–         Illustration

From the whole poem, we can pull the sequences of event that illustrated within the poem. The poem illustrates about the finding of someone’s dead body that difficult to identify. The speaker of the poem was able to o see the sequences of event about what happened to “He”. After the dead body of “He” was found, it was being examined or investigated first by Bureau of Statistics to get some data. Then some reports about “He” showed that he was kind of good, wise and religious person as a saint. He has a big dedication and loyalty to the State and his company. From the reports of his Union, He is also a hard-working man who always does his job properly and always pays his taxes.

–         Theme  and the poet’s message

The poem mainly tells about the life of an unknown citizen, or a normal citizen who the identity could not be found. The theme of the poem is that it is important for being sociable and known by many people because that is live in a normal way. Even though it is also important to care about yourself like, your job, your individual life, but we should remember that we live in this world not alone. There will come a time when will need the others’ help. The idea that is developed within the poem is like what happened to the unknown citizen in the poem, he indeed a good person, yet he has not any connections so that when he died, no one could recognize who he is. The poet may intend to tell us a message that if you do not want to be ended up or died in that way, being famous is not count as a bad thing. At least, do not be focused too much to your own life because we also need to work with others. It does not imply that we have to be famous first in order to be acknowledged by others, but it is all about what we have done to our society. The character “He” in the poem seems to symbolize a hero who well-known by his great dedication, yet “He” is ‘unknown’ due to the society gradually forget about him. His name like faded from people’s mind slowly. From this point, the poet probably wants the reader to always respect their heroes, people who had struggled hard for the sake of their country. A nation will lose its identity if it forgot its history.

Poetry analysis: -in just by e.e.cummings

<b>in just—</b>

<b>By e.e. cummings (1894 – 1962)</b>

–          Illustration

The poem illustrates that only in the spring the nature portrayed as something beautiful and full of joy. The small limp balloon man also appears to entertain the children with his balloons. He also whistles from far and seems so soft. The two children, Eddie and Bill present playing of marbles and piracies game. The world was portrayed as wonderful puddle because it was in spring. This time, the strange old balloonman whistles again from far and the two children, Betty and Isbel come dancing. They also play hop-scotch and jump-rope together. The old balloonman was also portrayed to be goat-footed that whistles again from far.

–          Historical Background

The poem was written around 20<sup>th</sup> century by Edward Estlin Cummings, or widely known by e.e. cummings. From the year it was written, 1923, the situation at that time was right after the First World War. From the poem’s setting of time, it can be indicated that it was in spring time. The citizens were in the recovery state after the war ended. The condition of the land surely not fine as before. In the spring, it was muddy and the appearance of lame and old balloonman is indicated that the financial condition at that time was still not restored. If we see from the historical aspect, in 1923, the 29<sup>th</sup> president of United States Warren Harding, was died and America was in bad hyperinflation.

–          Poet’s background

The poem ‘in just’ by e.e.cummings depicts the spring as seen from the point of view of the child. The poem describes the situation after the WW1 is just like as in the spring. It brings such movement from the traditional one, as we can infer from those figures of ‘eddie’ and ‘bill’ played enjoying the spring with an excitement of remembered childhood in the conventional way – marbles. The ‘ballonman’ is a symbol of adulthood, puberty, and sexuality, the world that child do not yet about these ‘mud-luscious’ things. The ‘ballonman whistles so far and wee’ depicts the distance that covered by the whistles. The ‘goat-footed’ in ‘in just’ is referred to as a God of nature in Greek. As the figures both ‘betty’ and ‘isbel’ come dancing, depicts the coming of adults’ world as they, the children, leave their game behind.

–          Theme

The theme of the poem is to take care the time as good as possible. In the poem, it portrays about joyful childhood.

Analysis of ‘The Woodspurge’ by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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The Woodspurge
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 – 1882)

The wind flapp’d loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walk’d on at the wind’s will,—
I sat now, for the wind was still.

Between my knees my forehead was,—
My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
My hair was over in the grass,
My naked ears heard the day pass.

My eyes, wide open, had the run
Of some ten weeds to fix upon;
Among those few, out of the sun,
The woodspurge flower’d, three cups in one.

From perfect grief there need not be
Wisdom or even memory:
One thing then learnt remains to me,—
The woodspurge has a cup of three.

A. Illustration
The poem illustrates about the nature’s condition where the wind blows as if it shakes out the poet or the speaker. The speaker walks as if he is following the wind’s direction. He walks when the wind blows and stops for taking a sit when the wind stops. As the speaker sits down, he placed his forehead down between his knees. His lips were drawn in, possibly mumbling, as it wished to be able saying Alas but could not. The speaker’s hair is long until it touches the grass while he keeps listening around, as if he could see the day passes by. Suddenly, the speaker noticed and gazed at ten weeds which uncared. Among those ten weeds, there is one attracted the speaker’s attention, that is the woodspurge flower which each flower consists of three cupped-petals. As the speaker keeps looking at the woodspurge flower, he states that wisdom and memory are not necessary to be thought as he is seriously and so badly grieving over something. According to the speaker, all that left is only the woodspurge which has three-cupped petals.
B. General meaning
The speaker seems deeply grief over something and he wants to get away from it by walking through the forest of a hill, but he stopped and sat as he recalled what made him feel sad. He was contemplated but suddenly the appearance of the woodspurge flower made he realized that the unbearable grief, sorrow and sadness he had, made everything flew away except the fact that he cannot change his fate for feeling the grief, as he stated that the woodspurge flower will always has three cups in one.

C. Detailed meaning
1) Kinds of imagery (figure of speech)
– Personification
In the first line of the first stanza, the word flapped as in ‘The wind flapp’d loose’ is one of the personifications within the poem. The verb ‘flap’ has always done by human, or at least, done by animates objects, such as birds, as they flap their wings. The use of the verb ‘flap’ is not without reason since it is similar to the verb ‘blow’ to describe the wind movements. The poet used the word ‘flap’ to portray the wind that blew hard and slowly stopped before started again to blow quickly. Quite similar to humans when they flap something, they do it more than once.
The second personification is still in the first stanza. In the third line, the poet demonstrates the wind has a will like human does. Wind is an inanimate object, so it is such nonsense for ‘wind’ having a will. The poet used the word ‘will’ referring to the wind, to make as if it is live. The speaker of the poem seems in a deep grief and likely he has no life inside; thus, the wind play role as another living creature that guide him walking through the forest.
In the first line of third stanza, the poet seems to use the verb ‘run’ in personifying the eyes’ movement. ‘Run’ is usually paired with feet instead of the other parts of human body. The poet may want to make it clear that the speaker of the poem suddenly noticed and looked at the object, in this case, the woodspurge, in no time or so quick, as quick as the feet when human uses them for running.
– For similes and metaphors are not included within the poem as it much more tells about sequences of one scene. A hyperbole seems implicitly put in the first stanza, ‘The wind flapp’d loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead from tree and hill:’ it is actually a bit confusing whether the one who was shaken out was the speaker or the wind (Nield).
– Irony
The dictions used in the poem are all such to describe an ironic scene where somebody totally in a big mess, cannot go back or even face it forwards. From the first stanza, what the speaker does by only walking following the wind’s will is indicating how pessimist and weak the speaker was. Nield added that the speaker within the poem is weirdly passive for being pushed and pulled, hither and thither like a doll or puppet without trying to resist. The illustration also showed how depressed the speaker was until he let himself such uncontrolled and less life. The poet also used the phrase perfect grief to once again display what a big mess that occurred to the speaker. He might be lost something too dear for him. After all words described all melancholy symbols, in the end of the poem it is a bit surprised and unexpected since the speaker only said the woodspurge still has three cups in one. That kind of ending is quite difficult to understand, to catch the real meaning. The speaker was possibly referring the woodspurge flower as the representation of reality of life. The woodspurge has its fate as a plant. It normally will always have the shape or structure three cups in one. The reality of life, what happened cannot be changed or repeated.
2) Types of imagery
– Visual
The visual imagery that is caught from the poem first is the view of the setting of place in the first stanza. The poet used the word ‘hill’, ‘tree’ and ‘grass’ so that the reader can grasp that the setting is probably happened in a green scenery. The poet also gave the image of the speaker’s hair, eyes, forehead, the lips, naked ears and his knees. His hair is most likely long because as he sat down his hair reached over the grass. His forehead is between his knees, so his face is facing down to the ground. His lips want to say and scream Alas, an exclamation of sadness, but they are not able. He is in the position where his arms are also possibly wrapped his legs.
The other visual imageries in the poem are the images of ten weeds and the woodspurge flower which has three cups in one. The shape is clearly mentioned, so the readers can imagine a bit how the flower looks like though they will wonder about the colour. The speaker seems observing the details of a particular woodspurge, a European herb with greenish yellow flowers.
– Auditory
The imagery of hearing or auditory can also be grabbed from the description from the sounds of whistling wind in the very first line. The wind is an object which cannot be seen but to be felt or heard.
– Tactile
The tactile imagery may be shown in the phrase perfect grief as if it gives the internal sensation of deep sorrow that unthinkable or overwhelming.
3) Detail analysis related to the content
– Stanza 1
The first stanza gives the reader about the information or description of the condition and the setting of place. It focused in telling about the speaker’s movement as well as the wind’s movement. The psychological condition or the feeling of the speaker can be grasped in the line which says, ‘I had walk’d on at the wind’s will’. The speaker was moodless, has no intention or idea where will he go. The speaker wants the readers to know that he is controlled by the wind’s movement, like lifeless living creature. He is such a person who does not know what he is doing because of too much absorbed with his own mind.
– Stanza 2
In the second stanza, the poem starts to portray the gesture and posture of the speaker who sits on the grass and huddles by putting his head between his knees to show how depressed and insecure he is. The speaker is described himself as he is experiencing a big mental pain in which he even cannot say it aloud, or maybe he cannot find the suitable words to express his pain. The speaker stayed in that posture for unknown length of time, but possibly is quite long since he describe that his naked ears can hear the day passed by.
– Stanza 3
In this third stanza, the poem gives the reader an image that the speaker starts to aware of his surroundings. It is like that all of his senses are gradually coming back as he saw the ten weeds. His attention was attracted to the unique woodspurge flower that was among the ten weeds. The scene in the third scene is also describing how somebody will easily notice about small things around them when they are in the bad state of mental condition. Like the reality nowadays, when a teen, for instance, is broken heart, he or she will usually easy to aware of the leaves, flowers, stones and any other small things around to show that he or she is not himself or herself for having such a mental burden. The visual object ten weeds and the woodspurge flower may also be a comparison to the speaker’s own life. The plants condition may represent his condition which probably also among different people in which he was thrown or unnoticed when around them.

– Stanza 4
In this last stanza, the speaker wants to tell the readers about how big the pain or grief he had to hold back, by stating ‘From perfect grief there no need not be, Wisdom or even memory’. Something that perfect can refer to both positive and negative ways, totally good or totally messed. The speaker was also failed to gain the wisdom and memory of his life, since the grief make both of them unnecessary. The only thing that significant and importance as he state it in the last line ‘One thing then learnt remains to me, The woodspurge has a cup of three’. The woodspurge that he first noticed after his long contemplation seems give him a lesson, or at least make he realized something. Grieving over something will not bring you wisdom or bring back your memories. Nothing can be learnt from too much grieving. It should not be stayed too long in your mind and should not too overwhelming that make you burdened. The woodspurge will always be the woodspurge that has three cups in one. As what had been stated before, the speaker may want to tell us that the reality will always be what it is like, that what happened cannot be changed or repeated back. When you experienced that kind of situation and condition you should get up and must be able to face or get over it. At least, when the grief tries to take you down, you yourself must try to get rid of it so that your life will be meaningful again.
4) Aesthetics values
The aesthetics value can be seen from the portrayal of nature. The setting of where the scene in the poem took place is outside, in a forest of a hill. The view may similar to a beautiful green landscape. However, in the next line, the forest is described as if it is quiet since the sounds and movements of wind are clearly heard. The forest also seems dark and quite scary because in the poem, it is stated that the sound of flapping wind can shake out dead and when the speaker pointed out the location of the woodspurge flower which was out of sun.
The portrayal of the weeds and woodspurge also add more beautiful visual imagery. The portrayal of a grieving person actually does not bring any aesthetics value. However, Rossetti exclusively set out that from a grief can give a value of beauty art within an emotion. Aesthetics value is indeed a value of beauty and usually complex. However, Rossetti drawn it on a melancholy scene which full of simplicity yet full of vivid senses. The speaker or the narrator’s sadness may relate and represent the sadness that had been experienced by Dante Gabriel Rossetti himself.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti is one member of The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood along with William Holman Hunt, and John Everett Millais, that formed in 1848. Dante Gabriel Rossetti fluently spoke English and Italian, as well as his brothers and sisters, since his father was from Italy and his mother was a half Italian. His siblings are Maria, William Michael and Christina. Two of them, William Michael and Christina also worked in literacy. After joining The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, Rossetti became a great artist, as painters and also a poet. Glenn Everett (1988) wrote that Rossetti had many affairs in his life that brought him to such a pessimistic and depression. He engaged to a model that had worked for many of his paintings and sketches, Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal (Lizzie Siddal), but not get married until 1860 for some unknown reasons. After get married, Rossetti fell in love again with Index Burden, but the girl married to his artist’s mate, William Morris. Twenty months later his wife died from morphia’s overdose. Rossetti then employed Fanny Cornforth to be his model but unfortunately she is not his ideal type, unlike Lizzie Siddal or another his previous model, Jane Morris, whom rumoured to have a special relationship with him.
His works are mostly under the new Romanticism that differs with the English Romanticism, which stands on imagination in writing and extremely uses flowery or figurative languages. He wrote ‘The woodspurge’ in more denotative way. Rossetti still use the word play, as can be seen in some words’ structure in each stanza. He also used personifications and there is a possibility he used natural objects in this poem as a symbol or representation of something As a painter, Dante Gabriel Rossetti loves to paint the beauty of women, yet in this poem he portrayed a person who was deeply in grief and wrote it in less flowery language (Everett). The time when Rossetti lost his wife might inspire him to write ‘The woodspurge’. He was assumed to experience such a distress until he attempted for suicide, but still able to recover back gradually. If we look again into the poem, in the last stanza it is also implied that the speaker or narrator has realize and learn something. It can possibly relate to the Rossetti’s story of life that after his recovery he started to paint and write again. Rossetti also wrote ‘My sister’s sleep’ to regard the death of his sister, Maria Francesca Rossetti, whom also an Anglican nun, similar with how Rossetti describe the sister in the poem ‘My sister’s sleep’. He was later dead because of kidney failure on April 9, 1882.
5) Physical characteristics of poetry
It is clearly noticed that all four stanzas that construct the poem has aaaa rhyme with different vocal endings in each quatrain. Each stanza also consists of four lines and using iambic pentameter in each line. Iambic means in each foot or line there is a pair of syllables in which one is stressed and the one after is unstressed. Pentameter is to show that in each line have four measures; hence, each line has eight syllables. The poem used figure of speech as well but there is no simile, metaphor or onomatopoeia. The repetition used in the poem is in the first stanza, ‘wind’ and ‘I’. The repetition continues in the second stanza with the recurring use of ‘my’.
6) Theme
The theme of the poem is the grief or regret will never able to scroll back what had already happened. The poem says more about the grief that experienced by the speaker and how he wants to recover and then finally resolve it. There is will always be renewal process in life. Grief will not solve or answer anything. The reality, no matter how it is, is there to be faced.
D. Conclusion
In conclusion, the poem entitled ‘The woodspurge’ written by Dante Gabriel Rossetti is more or less telling about someone who experiencing a great sorrow and mental distress. That someone in the end was able to get back his senses and tried to learn something after observing the woodspurge flower. The message that the poet wants to deliver is do not let the sadness failing you to reach happiness. Even though you were in a great grief and everything feels like all gone, the reality remains a reality. The poet may actually intend to tell the readers to be able facing the reality how hard it could be. To be too much depressed or pessimist will only bring you to regret and failure, or the worse, lead you to greater unending sorrow. The poet may want to say to the readers that life will always be renewed, that there is always a chance to start over again.