Poems
After a tutorial, I started looking at poems that I could use as a narrative to guide my experience.
I wanted something not too long but with good imagery. I also wanted something that I would be able to read aloud since some poems are a bit hard to read due to using old English which can be somewhat challenging.
I looked at this website:
49 Best Poems About Dreams (Categorized) (wordwool.com)
and found this poem called "The Garden of Dreams", which had some nice imagery but some of the words like "drouth" and "fro" are a bit challenging to pronounce and I think that would increase the chances of me making a mistake when trying to read it. Although I would have multiple chances to record myself reading it for the final piece, I think there would be better options.
The Garden of Dreams
My heart is a garden of dreams
Where you walk when day is done,
Fair as the royal flowers,
Calm as the lingering sun.
Never a drouth comes there,
Nor any frost that mars,
Only the wind of love
Under the early stars,—
The living breath that moves
Whispering to and fro,
Like the voice of God in the dusk
Of the garden long ago.
Bliss Carman
The next poem that really stood out to me was "A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe, I had heard of Poe before in school so I knew they were a well-known poet. I also liked that the poem had rhyming in it, because it create a sort of rhythm for the piece.
There is also a nice contrast in the poem with the use of "dark" and "light", which are elements which I can portray in my piece and I was also thinking about experimenting with lighting in this project so it is good in that aspect too.
A DreamIn visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day star?
Edgar Allan Poe

Comments
Post a Comment