<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247412953593354919</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:38:50.256-06:00</updated><category term='-May Swenson'/><category term='-Gwendolyn Brooks'/><category term='-Elizabeth Bishop'/><category term='-Hilda Doolittle'/><category term='.Essay: On Elizabeth Bishop&apos;s &quot;Sestina&quot;'/><category term='-Anne Sexton'/><category term='.Film Review: Sylvia'/><category term='-Sylvia Plath'/><title type='text'>Mad Scribbling Women</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is devoted to the Modern, female poets who continue the tradition of "scribbling women" in America.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845389087649436772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247412953593354919.post-6857476028819227381</id><published>2007-04-25T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:15:54.029-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Sylvia Plath'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Ri_8ztuQRtI/AAAAAAAAACU/JV0SF5EQGy4/s1600-h/plath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057538871937484498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Ri_8ztuQRtI/AAAAAAAAACU/JV0SF5EQGy4/s200/plath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/strong&gt; (1932-1963) is perhaps the best-known female poet of the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Century. At times, the shock value of her poetry, as well as her tragic death, can overshadow her skill as a poet. Plath is especially known for her inventive metaphors. In "&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-colossus/"&gt;The Colossus&lt;/a&gt;," she refers to her father as an enormous, stone idol. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;describes&lt;/span&gt; herself as "crawling like an ant in mourning/Over the weedy acres of our brow/To mend the immense skull-plates and clear/The bald, white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tumuli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plath moved from the highly-formal verse of the &lt;a href="http://www.sou.edu/English/Hedges/Sodashop/RCenter/Theory/Explaind/pdfs/new%20criticism.pdf"&gt;New Critics &lt;/a&gt;to the simpler and more open forms that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;characterize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her later verse. She uses repeated rhymes and alliteration to give her later poetry the rhythm of nursery rhymes. This creates a sharp contrast between the form and content of her poetry. Plath often uses harsh-sounding, Anglo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saxon&lt;/span&gt; words that create a jarring, curse-like effect. She also strings together accented, single-syllable words to add power to such closing lines as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the ash&lt;br /&gt;I rise with my red hair&lt;br /&gt;And I eat men like air. ("&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15292"&gt;Lady Lazarus&lt;/a&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her arrival on the poetry scene to this day, Plath has been raised up as a banner for feminists, angst-ridden teens, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amateur&lt;/span&gt; poets. Her personal struggle with depression, suicide, and feelings of victimization offer widespread appeal. However, in her poetry, Plath consistently isolates herself even from those who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;commiserate&lt;/span&gt; with her. In "Lady Lazarus," she speaks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disdainfully&lt;/span&gt; of the "peanut-crunching crowd" that is so interested in the sensation of her suicidal nature. It seems that even in bearing her soul, Plath cannot gain any level of community. Her poetry ends up as the equivalent of a "big strip tease" for the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young poets might take the content of Plath's poetry as a sign that pain is what creates great poetry. P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ersonal&lt;/span&gt; suffering has been the subject of incredibly powerful poems; however, shock and psychosis aren't the only ingredients for memorable poetry. Sylvia Plath continues to be an important figure in American poetry because of her poetic skill. &lt;/span&gt;Her carefully-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sculpted&lt;/span&gt; poems reveal her talent as a poet, which was exercised in spite of her daily battles with desperation and terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Plath was a mother of two and the wife of Ted Hughes, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prestigious&lt;/span&gt;, English poet. Hughes left Plath in 1962. She attempted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; suicide for the third time in 1963. Sadly, she succeeded. In 1982, &lt;em&gt;The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath&lt;/em&gt; received the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pulitzer&lt;/span&gt; Prize. Plath was the first poet to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; the prize posthumously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sylviaplath.info/biography.html"&gt;Biography and Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/sylvia-plath/"&gt;More Poems&lt;/a&gt; by Plath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sylviaplath.de/plath/onlineart.html"&gt;A Wealth of Essays &lt;/a&gt;on Plath&lt;br /&gt;The 2003 Film &lt;a href="http://www.sylviamovie.com/"&gt;Sylvia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Courtesy: Madison Public Library &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Information: Academy of American Poets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247412953593354919-6857476028819227381?l=madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6857476028819227381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247412953593354919&amp;postID=6857476028819227381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/6857476028819227381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/6857476028819227381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/04/sylvia-plath-is-perhaps-best-known.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845389087649436772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Ri_8ztuQRtI/AAAAAAAAACU/JV0SF5EQGy4/s72-c/plath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247412953593354919.post-5840561319410379057</id><published>2007-04-23T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:16:02.794-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-May Swenson'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Ri0C8iIL6RI/AAAAAAAAACE/VCKsEF5gDcA/s1600-h/swenson.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056701195583482130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Ri0C8iIL6RI/AAAAAAAAACE/VCKsEF5gDcA/s200/swenson.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May Swenson&lt;/strong&gt; (1913-1989), much like Elizabeth Bishop and Marianne Moore, was known by her sense of detail. She was fascinated by alliteration, internal rhyme, and the way her poems appeared on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is perhaps best known for her typographical poems, like "Unconscious Came a Beauty." This poem never mentions the word 'butterfly,' but reveals the answer to the riddle with the shape of the words on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swenson's tone is one of emotional detachedment and optimistic. She approaches weighty topics with a confidence and playfulness. The fear of losing one's body to death in her poem "&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16366"&gt;Question&lt;/a&gt;" ends, not with terror, but with a gently whimsical and self-conscious view of the disembodied soul. After saying that her soul will "lie in the sky/without roof or door/and with wind for an eye," she playfully wonders "how [she] will hide" when the clouds shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swenson's comfortable view of potentially terrifying subjects can also be seen in her poem "Last Day." In this poem, the poet is seen sunbathing on the last day of the year. She lays in a rectangle of light that is "the length of a coffin." She describes the moment as having an"Uncomplicated Peace." Swenson lets the reader rest in an image of warm sublimity and contentment in the face of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swenson was a manuscript reader and visiting professor. She won the MacArthur Fellowship and continued to write poetry until she died at the age of 76.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swenson Reads "&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15945"&gt;That the Soul May Wax Plump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Riz5xiIL6QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0EKJ5CSPdQk/s1600-h/swenson.gif"&gt;"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poet.html?id=6702"&gt;More Poems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Riz5xiIL6QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0EKJ5CSPdQk/s1600-h/swenson.gif"&gt; by Swenson &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the Utah State University &lt;a href="http://www.usu.edu/swenson/index.htm"&gt;May Swenson Website &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Riz5xiIL6QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0EKJ5CSPdQk/s1600-h/swenson.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Information: Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, 3rd Edition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photograph Courtesy of Washington University Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247412953593354919-5840561319410379057?l=madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5840561319410379057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247412953593354919&amp;postID=5840561319410379057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/5840561319410379057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/5840561319410379057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/04/may-swenson-1913-1989-much-like_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845389087649436772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Ri0C8iIL6RI/AAAAAAAAACE/VCKsEF5gDcA/s72-c/swenson.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247412953593354919.post-4541264457655038502</id><published>2007-04-23T11:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:16:11.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Sylvia Plath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.Film Review: Sylvia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RjD1StuQRuI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cv03I5f07qA/s1600-h/wallpaper_2_640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057812083397117666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RjD1StuQRuI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cv03I5f07qA/s200/wallpaper_2_640x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Released in 2003, Focus Films' film, Sylvia, stars &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gwyneth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paltrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as Sylvia Plath and Daniel Craig as &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/113"&gt;Ted Hughes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film begins with Sylvia and Ted's first encounter in 1956 and ends with Sylvia's suicide in 1963. A more appropriate name for the film might have been "Sylvia and Ted." Although the movie refers back to her past, the bulk of the film depicts her and Ted's troubled relationship due to his infidelity and her mental illness. Her poetic success takes a back seat in the film to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; jealous outbursts and continuous melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plath depicted in the film seems to lack the energy and power evident in her poetry. One cannot picture this version of Plath "eat[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] men like air." You're more likely to find her mulling about in utter passivity and depression. The film's portrayal of her life after her marriage to Ted Hughes implies that her suicide was a result of her adulterous husband. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;demonization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Hughes might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;believable&lt;/span&gt; if it weren't for Plath's previous suicide attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plath is shown writing on her typewriter, and her poetry is read aloud for the audience to experience. However, it is obvious that her marriage and suicide are the reasons for the film industries' interest in her life. The film begins with lines from Plath's poem, "Lady Lazarus": "Dying is an art like everything else./I do it exceptionally well." This line sets up Plath's suicide as the main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;achievement&lt;/span&gt; of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plath's daughter, Frieda Hughes, protested the film and limited the amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;her mother's &lt;/span&gt;poetry allowed in the film. In Hughes' poem, "My Mother," she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;berates&lt;/span&gt; the film industry for profiting off her mother's suicide. A few of the 46 lines of her protest poem reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They think I should give them my mother's words&lt;br /&gt;To fill the mouth of their monster&lt;br /&gt;Their Sylvia Suicide Doll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Plath's failed marriage and suicide are undeniably necessary to any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;film&lt;/span&gt; adaptation of her life, this film portrayal of the poet hurries to the sensation of her tragic death without due treatment of her poetic genius. Plath comes off looking like another sad and jealous housewife. In the film, the only thing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;differentiates&lt;/span&gt; her from any other depressed female is her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;romanticized&lt;/span&gt; death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16651"&gt;Interview with the Director&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.sylviamovie.com/"&gt;Official Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247412953593354919-4541264457655038502?l=madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4541264457655038502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247412953593354919&amp;postID=4541264457655038502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/4541264457655038502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/4541264457655038502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_4830.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845389087649436772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RjD1StuQRuI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cv03I5f07qA/s72-c/wallpaper_2_640x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247412953593354919.post-4883565043718664078</id><published>2007-04-23T11:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:16:20.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.Essay: On Elizabeth Bishop&apos;s &quot;Sestina&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Elizabeth Bishop'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth Bishop's "Sestina"</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sestina&lt;/span&gt;" is one of Elizabeth's Bishop's few autobiographical poems.When Bishop's father died, her mother had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;institutionalized&lt;/span&gt; for a mental break down. Bishop moved to Canada and was cared for by her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maternal&lt;/span&gt; grandmother. This poem, as well as "In the Waiting Room" and "First Death in Nova &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scotia&lt;/span&gt;," are reflective of her experiences while with her grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sestina&lt;/span&gt;" opens with the image of the "old grandmother" who "sits in the kitchen with the child." The grandmother seems to be privy to some impending doom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fore casted&lt;/span&gt; by both her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; and the almanac. We are told that, once hung on its string, the almanac "hovers half open above the child/hovers above the old grandmother/and her teacup full of dark brown tears" (20-23). Meanwhile, the child is drawing a "rigid house/and puts in a man with buttons like tears"(28-29).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the poem, the grandmother is telling jokes and laughing "to hide her tears"(6). This is the first instance where Bishops uses the word 'tears.' It is located at the end of a stanza, which otherwise offers a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;calm&lt;/span&gt; and cheery fireside scene until its closing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandmother and the child are given a equal voice in the poem. The grandmother knows sorrow and looks on as the young child is sketching out her future sadness in the form of a man. Some critics have drawn connections between the sadness in the house and the mysterious man as being related to her father's death. Instead of mourning, the grandmother tries to hide her tears and the child draws a "rigid house" with a "flower bed" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;carefully&lt;/span&gt; placed in the front of the house" (34-35). The outward appearance of happiness, as the image related in the first 5 lines of the poem, is depreciated by its insincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marvelous nature of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sestina&lt;/span&gt; is its ability to draw associations &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; using conventional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rhyme&lt;/span&gt; or alliteration. The subtle method of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sestina&lt;/span&gt; gives the impression that the world is interconnected. Each line of Bishop's poem must end with one of the six words: house, grandmother, child, stove, almanac, tears. Obviously, Bishop knew that these words had be chosen carefully in order to be both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;malleable&lt;/span&gt; and meaningful in the poem. Her repetition of ending words creates a sense of foreboding. The reader knows that the word 'tears' will appear in every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stanza&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words Bishop chose show both the domesticity and foreboding of the scene. The words 'house,' 'almanac,' and 'stove' become more than the objects they identify. The stove becomes a distraction for the grandmother - a call back to the simple domestic. The almanac is the reminder that the fates never rest. It dictates more than the farmers' crops. The great truth the almanac tells is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; know to the grandmother." It tells her that it is "Time to plant tears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'house' seems to be growing more and more rigid by the end of the poem. Bishop's efforts as a poet writing in this rigid form is also a part of this poem. It ends with the image of the "child draw [ing] another inscrutable house," which keeps with Bishop's self-effacing view of her poetic skill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247412953593354919-4883565043718664078?l=madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4883565043718664078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247412953593354919&amp;postID=4883565043718664078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/4883565043718664078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/4883565043718664078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_23.html' title='Elizabeth Bishop&apos;s &quot;Sestina&quot;'/><author><name>Stephenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845389087649436772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247412953593354919.post-8950857441590539794</id><published>2007-04-23T11:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:16:29.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Anne Sexton'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Ri0JFiIL6SI/AAAAAAAAACM/AC9t2qj7DHM/s1600-h/Sexton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056707947272071458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Ri0JFiIL6SI/AAAAAAAAACM/AC9t2qj7DHM/s200/Sexton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Sexton&lt;/strong&gt; (1928-1974) was a student of Robert Lowell and a close friend to Sylvia Plath. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;counseled &lt;/span&gt;to begin writing poetry after an onset of depression following her second daughter's birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexton was a member of the "confessional school" of poetry. Her poetry was meant to be intimate and serve as "a shock to the senses" as she put it in an interview with the &lt;em&gt;Hudson Review.&lt;/em&gt; She believed that reading poetry "should almost hurt." Later in her poetic career, she referred to herself as a sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Imagist&lt;/span&gt; poet. This tendency can be seen in her later poem "&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=171276"&gt;The Room of My Life&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her poetry often addresses taboo subjects. She addresses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incestuous&lt;/span&gt; desire in the poem "The Death of Fathers." Suicide is the subject of the poem "&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=171273"&gt;The Starry Night&lt;/a&gt;," in which she describes her longing to be "sucked up" by the "rushing beast of the night" like a "drowned woman in the hot sky." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexton used her struggle with mental illness as fodder for poetry. Her first book of poems, &lt;em&gt;To Bedlam and Partway Back&lt;/em&gt;, draws from her experiences during her mental breakdown, as well as her fears of her only partial recovery. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sexton won a Pulitzer Prize in 1967 and taught at Boston University. Regretfully&lt;/span&gt;, she committed suicide at the age of 45. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sexton &lt;a href="http://town.hall.org/radio/HarperAudio/053094_harp_ITH.html"&gt;Reading &lt;/a&gt;Her Poetry&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;a href="http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/s_z/sexton/career.htm"&gt;Poetic Career&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiredforbooks.org/dianemiddlebrook/"&gt;An Interview &lt;/a&gt;with Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfvS_fgbuDI"&gt;A Video &lt;/a&gt;of Sexton Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Courtesy: University of California Santa Barbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Information: Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, 3rd Edition&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247412953593354919-8950857441590539794?l=madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8950857441590539794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247412953593354919&amp;postID=8950857441590539794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/8950857441590539794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/8950857441590539794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/04/anne-sexton-1928-1974-was-student-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845389087649436772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/Ri0JFiIL6SI/AAAAAAAAACM/AC9t2qj7DHM/s72-c/Sexton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247412953593354919.post-5152181815957885049</id><published>2007-04-16T08:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:16:36.850-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Elizabeth Bishop'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RiggfiIL6PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-YDwrqN304I/s1600-h/bishop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055326307832555762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RiggfiIL6PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-YDwrqN304I/s200/bishop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Bishop&lt;/strong&gt; (1911-1979) is known as a poet's poet. She is acclaimed for her extraordinary care with words. The precision of her vocabulary, her dependence upon the visual, and her sense of the uncanny makes Bishop an engaging poet to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop wrote in traditional and free verse forms. Often, her choice of poetic form is an extension of the poem's theme. The speaker in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;villanelle&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15212"&gt;One Art&lt;/a&gt;" tries to convey her mastery of the art of losing. The speaker maintains the poetic form even while her confidence is deteriorating. "&lt;a href="http://209.85.165.104/search?q=cache:3p_yjvwhH-QJ:facstaff.unca.edu/jdrigger/Language%2520260/Writing%2520a%2520Sestina.doc+sestina+%22September+rain+falls+on+the+house.%22&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;cd=6&amp;amp;gl=us"&gt;Sestina&lt;/a&gt;" is another example of Bishop's mastery of traditional form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Bishop had a close, literary relationship with Robert Lowell. Her poem "The Armadillo" is dedicated to him. It can be read as a companion poem to Lowell's "&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15279"&gt;Skunk Hour&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on &lt;a href="http://projects.vassar.edu/bishop/index.php"&gt;Bishop's Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An &lt;a href="http://www.pshares.org/issues/article.cfm?prmarticleid=420"&gt;Interview&lt;/a&gt; with the Poet&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Reads "&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15214"&gt;The Armadillo&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Literary Criticism of "&lt;a href="http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/a_f/bishop/oneart.htm"&gt;One Art&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photograph: Courtesy of Harvard Square Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Information: Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, 3rd Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247412953593354919-5152181815957885049?l=madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5152181815957885049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247412953593354919&amp;postID=5152181815957885049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/5152181815957885049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/5152181815957885049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/04/elizabeth-bishop-1911-1979-is-known-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845389087649436772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RiggfiIL6PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-YDwrqN304I/s72-c/bishop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247412953593354919.post-7628287045755236782</id><published>2007-03-27T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:16:43.480-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Hilda Doolittle'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046793131403961058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RgnPnSw24uI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cRBE6zGDItQ/s200/hd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hilda Doolittle&lt;/strong&gt; (1886-1961) is perhaps best known for her connection with the Imagist movement of the early 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Imagist circle of which HD was a member included poets such as Ezra Pound, Marianne Moore, and William Carlos Williams. These poets were characterized by a distaste for the sentimental poetry of the Victorian Era. They championed precise, economical use of language and imagery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excluding Williams, the Imagists preferred traditionally European images and drew upon classical literature. HD was influenced by the rediscovered works of the ancient Greek poetess, Sappho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of HD's most acclaimed works is the epic poem &lt;em&gt;Helen in Egypt&lt;/em&gt;, which was published posthumously in 1961.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/hilda_doolittle/poems"&gt;More Poetry&lt;/a&gt; by HD&lt;br /&gt;More on &lt;a href="http://www.imagists.org/hd/bio.html"&gt;Hilda's Life &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HD reads &lt;a href="http://www.writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/HD.html"&gt;"Helen in Egypt"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/g_l/hd/seagarden.htm"&gt;Literary Criticism&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;em&gt;Sea Garden,&lt;/em&gt; HD's first volume of poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Picture Courtesy of Beinecke Rare Book &amp;amp; Manuscript Library at Yale University. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Information: Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, 3rd Edition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247412953593354919-7628287045755236782?l=madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7628287045755236782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247412953593354919&amp;postID=7628287045755236782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/7628287045755236782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/7628287045755236782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/03/hd.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845389087649436772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RgnPnSw24uI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cRBE6zGDItQ/s72-c/hd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247412953593354919.post-6237355690721113611</id><published>2007-02-14T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:50:15.010-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Gwendolyn Brooks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RdOIuZa-F0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OkO0esJgLDE/s1600-h/Brooks.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031515539382343490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RdOIuZa-F0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OkO0esJgLDE/s200/Brooks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwendolyn Brooks'&lt;/strong&gt; (1917 - 2000) poetry depicts the many facets of the African American, &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RdOIVpa-FzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AGfo2QWTtRw/s1600-h/Brooks.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;urban experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poems like "Bronzeville Woman in a Red Hat" and "The Bean Eaters" portray discrimination and poverty. In "The Blackstone Rangers," and "The Boy Died in My Alley," Brooks reveals the threatening nature of racial strife in the inner city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1950, Brooks was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for her book of poems titled &lt;em&gt;Annie Allen&lt;/em&gt;. She was the first African American writer to receive that honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her verses are characterized by compression and use of common vernacular. "&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=17315"&gt;We Real Cool&lt;/a&gt;" is perhaps her most popular poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Gwendolyn’s &lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/feature.onpoets.html?id=178704"&gt;Poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More on &lt;a href="http://www.galegroup.com/free_resources/bhm/bio/brooks_g.htm"&gt;Her Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An &lt;a href="http://www.wooster.edu/artfuldodge/interviews/brooks.htm"&gt;Interview&lt;/a&gt; with the Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Photograph: Gwendolyn Brooks with Langston Hughes. Courtesy Chicago Public Library.&lt;br /&gt;Information: Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, 3rd Edition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5247412953593354919-6237355690721113611?l=madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6237355690721113611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5247412953593354919&amp;postID=6237355690721113611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/6237355690721113611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5247412953593354919/posts/default/6237355690721113611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madscribblingwomen.blogspot.com/2007/02/gwendolyn-brooks-1917-2000-poetry.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845389087649436772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YhU_gNJIpzI/RdOIuZa-F0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OkO0esJgLDE/s72-c/Brooks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
