Mood of Porphyria's Lover

\The Mood set in Porphyria’s Lover sounds like a scene out of a romantic novel. Imagining the candles and fireplace making the room glow is easy as the author describes his relationship, “And, last, she sat down by my side, and called me, she put my arm about her waist, and made her smooth white shoulder bare.” (Line13) “Happy and proud; at last I knew Porphyria worshipped me; surprise made my heart swell, and still it grew.” (Line 34) The relationship seemed to be going good till about halfway through the story when it got dark and scary. “That moment she was mine, mine, fair, perfectly pure and good: I found a thing to do, and all her hair in one long yellow string I would three times her little throat around, and strangled her. No pain she felt” (Line 36-42) He got very possessive and wanted her all to himself. “I propped her head up as before, only this time my shoulder bore, her head which droops upon it still the smiling rosy little head, so glad it has its utmost will.” (Line 49-53)
Nicole K.

Photograph of my Father in His Twenty Second Year/ Those Winter Sundays

I will be discussing the two poems "Photograph of my Father in His Twenty-Second Year" by Raymond Carver and "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden. I will be discussing the parent child issues and how the child views the parent and how the parent views the child, along with how children view their parents in todays world.
Nicole K.