Acteon

The hounds, you know them all by name.

You fostered them from purblind whelps

At their dam’s teats, and you have come

To know the music of their yelps:

High-strung Anthee, the brindled bitch,

The blue-tick coated Philomel,

And freckled Chloe, who would fetch

A pretty price if you would sell—

All fleet of foot, and swift to scent,

Inexorable once on the track,

Like angry words you might have meant,

But do not mean, and can’t take back.

There was a time when you would brag

How they would bay and rend apart

The hopeless belling from a stag.

You falter now for the foundered hart.

Desires you nursed of a winter night—

Did you know then why you bred them—

Whose needling milk-teeth used to bite

The master’s hand that leashed and fed them?

Why I chose the poem Actaeon when scrolling though the various poems, then I saw the name Actaeon. I thought it would be about a planets or something in space, but it was about a dog. In this poem its about couple of blood hounds and it's owner seeing how it went from great to, " Oh God why did I do this". It shows how something seems like nice idea at first then you see the results and it wasn't such a great idea at all now. In general I thought it was something that can teach a good lesson. 


1. Like angry words you might have meant, But do not mean, and can’t take back.- Why I like it is because it describes once you've done something there is no way taking way. 
2.All fleet of foot, and swift to scent, Inexorable once on the track.- Once a blood hound has the scent, then it can't stop until it finds what it wants. 
3. How they would bay and rend apart, The hopeless belling from a stag. - the dog can tear a deer up like a rag doll. 

Across the Bay

Across the BayBy Donald Davie

A queer thing about those waters: there are no

Birds there, or hardly any.

I did not miss them, I do not remember

Missing them, or thinking it uncanny.

The beach so-called was a blinding splinter of limestone,

A quarry outraged by hulls.

We took pleasure in that: the emptiness, the hardness

Of the light, the silence, and the water’s stillness.

But this was the setting for one of our murderous scenes.

This hurt, and goes on hurting:

The venomous soft jelly, the undersides.

We could stand the world if it were hard all over. 

This poem is very interesting in a weird way though. Why I really chose it is because I saw the title and I wondered what was across the bay. Also really it was just the first one I saw. Though how it makes me feel when I read is one word " puzzled". I really couldn't connect to it. Alls I really know is he's describing this beach and how horrible it is. Though this why I really liked it is because of all the details he wrote about and seems like a place I would never want to go to.  

 1. The venomous soft jelly, the undersides.-  I like how he used this line to tell how horrible the beach is 

2. Teh beach so-called was a blinding splinter of limestone.- I shows how small the beach is. 

3.  A queer thing about those waters: there are no birds there, or hardly any. It shows how empty the beach is.