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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Bradstreet's "To My Dear and Loving Husband"

"To my dear and loving husband"
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/webtexts/Bradstreet/bradhyp.htm

If ever two were one, then surley we If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, compare me with, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold Or all the riches that the east doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray. Then while we live, in love let's so persevere. That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Response:

In the poem that Bradford made, she was able convey to her audience that it is hard to live in America because she was separated from her loved one. She states that her love for her husband can not be replaced. Not even for all the gold mines in the world and the riches in the middle east. From what i was able to understand form the poem written by Bradstreet. She tells the people that come to America is not free as people say. When you arrive you will lose those who mean most to you. Nothing will ever satisfy you even all the riches in the world. I believe that it is hard for a immigrant to enter a new world. They are forced to give up all they believe in and what they love. It seems that coming to America was not so great for people.

Journal Entry:

Dear Diary, Its been know 3 months since i have made my journey to America alone. The affect of being alone has finally struck me. All day i feel miserable, ashamed, and embarrassed that i left my wife. The day we set out to leave from France my wife was struck with a sickness, thus hoping she was strong enough to pass the selection. When we arrived to the ship the selection began people left and right where passing an failing the examination. Finally it was may turn they asked for name, age, and my ticket then a doctor examined me i passed. Next was my wife, i couldn't believe my eyes he had failed the examination. I tried to go back but the security would not allow. Till this day i will never forget this day that i was separated from my love, hoping that one day we will see each other again. Sincerely, Richard de Montesquieu

1 comments:

AndrewSpanos said...

I am not good at analyzing poetry, soI never even realised her husband was dead, good analysis. Your journal entry was good, you paralleled the poem through your own character well.