hi every one
i got a portfolio of physical journey due tomorrow
i need a similar poem as the poem of peter skrzynecki - "Migrant hostel", "immigrants at central station","crossing the red sea"
So any one please help me???
i post those poem at here!
MIGRANT HOSTEL - by Peter Skryznecki
no one kept count
of all the comings and goings-
arrivals of newcomers
in busloads from the station,
sudden departures from adjoining blocks
that left us wondering
who would be coming next.
nationalities sought
each other out instinctively -
like a homing pigeon
circling to get its bearings;
years and place-names
recognised by accents,
partitioned off at night
by memories of hunger and hate.
for over two years
we lived like birds of passage -
always sensing a change
in the weather:
unaware of the season
whose tracks we would follow.
a barrier at the main gate
sealed off the highway
from our doorstep -
as it rose and fell like a finger
pointed in reprimand or shame;
and daily we passed
underneath or alongside it -
needing its sanction
to pass in and out of lives
that had only begun
or were dying.
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Crossing the red sea
Many slept on deck
Becasue of the day's heat
Or to watch a sunset
They would never see again
Stretched out on blanket(s?) and pillows
Against cabins and rails:
Shirtless,in shorts, barefooted,
Themselves a landscape
Of milk-white flesh
On a scoured and polished deck.
Voices left their caves
And silence fell from its shackles
Memories strayed
From behind sunken eyes
To look for shorelines
Peaks of mou(n?)tains and green rivers
That shared their secrets
With storms and exiles
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1949, and the war
Now four years dead-
N(ei)ther master nor slaves
As we crose(d) a sea
And looked at red banners
That Time was hoisting (note: capital time) (not my note HC)
In mock salute
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Patches and shreds
Of dialogue
Hung from fingertips (line break?)And unshaven faces
Offering themselves
As a respite FRom (sic) the interruption
Of passing waves.
"I remember a filed (field?)
Of red poppies, once behind the forest
When the full moon rose."
"Blood Leaves similar dark stains
When it Runs (sic) for a long time
On stones or Rusted (sic) iron"
(And the sea's breath
Touched the eyes
Of another Lazarus (line break?) Who was saying a prayer
In thanksgiving
For miracles)
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All night
The kindness
of the sea continued -
Breaking into
Walled-up griefs
That men had sworn
Would never be disclosed.
Accepting outflung denunciations
With a calmness
That brought a reminder
of people listening to requiems,
Pine tress whispering
Against a stone wall in the breeze;
Or a trembling voice
that sang at the rails
When the ship first sailed
From the sorrow
Of northern wars.
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Daybreak took away
The magic of dreams,
Fragments of apparitions
That became
More tangible than words
Echoes and reflections
Of the trust
That men had bartered
For silence.
Had we talked
Of death
Perhaps something
More then (than?) time
Would have been lost.
But the gestures
Of darkness and starlight
Kept our minds
Away from the finalities
Of surrender -
As they beckoned towards
A blood-rimmed horizon
Beyond whose waters
The Equator
Was still to be crossed.
Immigrants at Central Station
Opens with a negative feeling to the poem shown in a direct sentence… leaving a place that has become familiar
“It was sad to hear
The train’s whistle this morning”
The weather used in the poem reflects the feelings of the immigrants
“The air was crowded with a dampness that slowly sank into our thoughts”
Because of the emotions being experienced they were – to a degree – enjoying the solitude
“The silence, the cold, the benevolence of empty streets”
Historical allusion to WWI
“Space hemmed us against each other like cattle bought for slaughter”
Bird imagery creates a sense of hunger –birds scavenging for food – a metaphorical hunger for security
“Watching pigeons that watched them.”
In the end of the poem we are shown they don’t want to get on the train
“The signal at the platforms end turned red and dropped like a guillotine”
The closing lines leave us knowing they are optimistic for the future
“Time ran ahead along glistening tracks of steel.”
Finally please help me those questions~thx
1.what parallel/linkages are there between your related text and 2 poems from shrzynecki?
2. what language/visual features does the composer use to crease meaning in the text?
3what opportunities or challenges does this journey provide them with?
thx again!i am really worried to do this work!plz help me!
peter skrzynecki
Many slept on deck
Because of the day's heat
Or to watch a sunset
They would never see again
Stretched out on blanket(s?) and pillows
Against cabins and rails:
Shirtless, in shorts, barefooted,
Themselves a landscape
Of milk-white flesh
On a scoured and polished deck.
Voices left their caves
And silence fell from its shackles
Memories strayed
From behind sunken eyes
To look for shorelines
Peaks of mou(n?)tains and green rivers
That shared their secrets
With storms and exiles