Elegy Poem Titles In Essays

Formatting

Summary:

This handout provides examples and description about writing papers in literature. It discusses research topics, how to begin to research, how to use information, and formatting.

Contributors:Mark Dollar, Purdue OWL
Last Edited: 2017-10-25 10:18:45

What about MLA format?

All research papers on literature use MLA format, as it is the universal citation method for the field of literary studies. Whenever you use a primary or secondary source, whether you are quoting or paraphrasing, you will make parenthetical citations in the MLA format [Ex. (Smith 67).] Your Works Cited list will be the last page of your essay. Consult the OWL handout on MLA for further instructions.

Note, however, the following minor things about MLA format:

  • Titles of books, plays, or works published singularly (not anthologized) should be italicised unless it is a handwritten document, in which case underlining is acceptable. (Ex. Hamlet, Great Expectations)
  • Titles of poems, short stories, or works published in an anthology will have quotation marks around them. (Ex. "Ode to a Nightingale," "The Cask of Amontillado")
  • All pages in your essay should have your last name the page number in the top right hand corner. (Ex. Jones 12)
    Tip

    If you're using Microsoft Word, you can easily include your name and page number on each page by following the these steps:

    1. Open "View" (on the top menu).
    2. Open "Header and Footer." (A box will appear at the top of the page you're on. And a "Header and Footer" menu box will also appear).
    3. Click on the "align right" button at the top of the screen. (If you're not sure which button it is, hold the mouse over the buttons and a small window should pop up telling you which button you're on.)
    4. Type in your last name and a space.
    5. Click on the "#" button which is located on the "Header and Footer" menu box. It will insert the appropriate page number.
    6. Click "Close" on the "Header and Footer" window.

    That's all you need to do. Word will automatically insert your name and the page number on every page of your document.

What else should I remember?

  • Don't leave a quote or paraphrase by itself-you must introduce it, explain it, and show how it relates to your thesis.
  • Block format all quotations of more than four lines.
  • When you quote brief passages of poetry, line and stanza divisions are shown as a slash (Ex. "Roses are red, / Violets are blue / You love me / And I like you").
  • For more help, see the OWL handout on using quotes.

Elegy (I)

 

My grandfather’s grave in scorched grass has two names in the gravestone’s granite: one with strokes—silent and once forbidden; the other lettered—a stowaway vowel between one aspirate, one liquid. Speech wears the written in the speaker’s absence to stay the sound & breath’s passing. I read that the wood, for Thoreau, was resonator Sundays when towns tolled bells—Lincoln, Acton, Bedford, or Concord. Pines with resin reverbed in sap what wind sent. A Chinese immigrant, on his Pacific-crossing, carried coaching papers for the memorizing. Approaching the island station, these pages were tossed to sea. A moon’s light in a ship’s wake might make a similar papertrail. My grandfather, aboard at twelve, practiced a paper-name.  What ensued was a debt of sound.

 

Elegy (II)

 

Of Babel’s moon, I have notes. It was a marked card. It lit a chandelier out of an acacia. The trowel glinted with it. Crickets were out too, and, as if they sightread stars, settled in to leg-kick song. A light wind blew seed into the web between tines of a hayrake. A soldier stood letting his horse drink well water from his helmet. The moon trembled in it. There was nothing forsaken about it. It simply issued a shadow while burnishing a

surface. This morning, I read that when returning from a trail, Thoreau knew he had had visitors by what was left behind: a wreath of evergreen, a name in pencil on a walnut leaf, a willow wand woven into a ring. Its path not without disruption, the moon, in its orbit, tethers and tethers again. The morning of the funeral, my father dressed my grandfather: from the eyelet, each button, new to full; the tie’s knot loose as if it had swallowed a small bird.

 

 

The Tribute Horse

 

1

 

The handscroll woven from silk

has a finch in the cane rendered

in the ink of lampblack. Because

with some beauty you feel the need

 

to talk aloud to it, tell it about itself,

I got closer until I could see the depth

produced by the silk sucking on

the soot, & slightly self-conscious,

 

I addressed the bird, asked whether

it were sketched with a switch

of willow or a brush of goat’s hair.

It was endeared & twittered there,

 

flit in the cane. It asked me if I were

the scholar or the angler, if I saw

the horsemen with the tribute horse

pass the village on the way to court.

 

 

2

 

Often ink-stones were roof-tiles,

clay wattle from imperial houses

with names like Bronze-Bird-Terrace.

What kept rain out, kept ink wet.

 

A brick of ink fledges—a bird

in the stroke settles on the strokes’

branches, lifts & leaves them

a metronome’s sway. A hollow

 

stroke returns to smoke traces.

The dry brush returns & wets

its bristles in ground soot and gum

kept wet in the stone’s well,

 

that house for the ink’s dark.

Under roof is want & over,

a well’s winch, a finch’s chit,

light tappings sounding the depths.

 

 

3

 

If my song were smoke, I would knot

the braid & cut its movement upwards,

lariat the sinews, harnessing bone

to muscle the kite of the cane birds.

 

I would knot & bird the line as birds

notch the branch or leave steps

in bank mud. I would thieve the tracks

as I would the pine’s shape as it shadowed

 

& stretched a figure past the furthest

branches’ reach. Each tree shadows.

Each tree shades. Each tree thirsts

& traffics resin. What a pine darkens

 

foreshadows its pitch in the pine-smoke.

My song, if my song were smoke, would

rise from kindling & reach, pine-like,

past itself to where the wind takes it.

 

4

A calligrapher, in order to regain

the confidence of birds, selects

a whisker brush fringed with rabbit fur

& bundled with an ivory mount

 

on a handle hewn from bamboo.

The whisker is plucked from field mice

& the fur from the rabbit’s flank

in autumn before its winter molt.

 

With thumb & forefinger, a bird’s

beak at the wrist’s service, he has

mastered his strokes—bending

weed, sheep’s leg, dropping dew.

 

But it is a seed-eating bird he wants

in the stroke-work of the word,

the trill answer in the coarse rustle

of brush across the page grain.

 

5

 

Dear finch, that you may have fed

on the worm that if left to live

makes the silk thread, on which

—woven now—you, lighter

 

at the breast, darker on the wing,

flit and rest, poised for flight

out of the cane, suggests a weaving

finer than I might have guessed.

 

Legend says an empress found

in her tea a cocoon undone

by the water’s heat, & wound

the thread around her finger.

 

Spinners need spools, dear finch.

Four sloughs & the worm weaves

a cocoon for wings. Seems you,

dear finch, have borrowed these.

 

[Jacket Statement by Marjorie Perloff.   “My grandfather, aboard at twelve, practiced a paper-name.  What ensued was a debt of sound.”  That name, which will also be the poet’s own, contains “a stowaway vowel between one aspirate, one liquid” (S-O-M), and it constitutes, in Brandon Som’s The Tribute Horse, a debt of sight as well as sound.  Rarely in our time has a young poet produced a set of poems in which citation and allusion have created such perfectly rendered ideograms, a collection in which ekphrasis, whether of seascape photographs or, as in the title poem, a Chinese handscroll, can generate such luminous detail, at once “Chinese” and yet wholly American in their contemporary reference and argot.  Whether contemplating the way “tunnels turn / The windows of the [subway] train to mirrors” or composing homophonic translations of Li Po’s “Night Thoughts,” Brandon Som makes not only every word, but every syllable and letter echo and resonate.  The Tribute Horse is a magical book.]

 

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