The Tables turned William Wordsworth Ode to my Socks Pablo Neruda Imagery objective correlation

You start dying slowly- Pablo Neruda You start dying slowly if you do not travel, if you do not read, If you do not listen to the sounds of life, If you do not appreciate yourself. You start dying slowly When you kill your self-esteem; When you do not let others help you. You start dying slowly If you become a slave of your habits, Walking everyday on the same paths If you do not change your routine, If you do not wear different colours Or you do not speak to those you dont know. You start dying slowly If you avoid to feel passion And their turbulent emotions; Those which make your eyes glisten And your heart beat fast. You start dying slowly If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love, If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain, If you do not go after a dream, If you do not allow yourself, At least once in your lifetime, To run away from sensible advice

The poet considers the maintenance of a status quo as a kind of death that does not allow for change that poet considers vital in the creation of a strong spirit. Change need not be the focal point of everyones life as all are different but the idea of suppressing experience and the need to grow is a vital part of progress, for without it, life simply stops and the need for ones life questionable.

The poem ,The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth portrays nature as the teacher of life. The poet believes that society can gain more wisdom through nature rather than being knowledgeable through books. Wordsworth describes: Come, hear the woodland linnet,/ How sweet his music! On my life,/ Theres more of wisdom in it. The above imagery, relates the sounds of nature, woodland linnet, to the wisdom society can gain by listening to them. Hearing, being one of the five senses, can influence

our soul unlike senses like sight. It allows one to meditate on the message that nature wants them to hear; it fills the soul with The poem Ode to My Socks by Pablo Neruda

The poem reflects the commonality that all have with simple everyday objects that guide humanity. In this case socks become the launching point for introspection and reflection on how they relate to society and the simple lessons they teach about life and its appreciation of it. From childhood to old age, the image of the sock becomes a guide to life to see life close up and avoid the faraway images that may not exist, except in fancy, such as ambition and arrogance. The image of a familiar object that it taken for granted on a daily basis are magnified through the childhood of fantasy and the need to connect with things important in life: life is beautiful when one takes the time to truly see the important things in life and how they can affect it, like socks.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee; A poet could not be but gay, In such a jocund company! I gazedand gazedbut little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.