Parody to "This is Just to Say"

This is the reason

I have killed
my wife
who flirted with
other men

and whose
smile are now
hidden
by me

Forgive me
she was beautiful
so young
and so lovely

This poem is a parody to “This is Just to Say” by Williams. I have imitated the form of this poem while using the context of the poem, “My Last Duchess” by Browning. My poem is a parody to Williams' poem by using the same tone and ideas in the original poem.

For “This is Just to Say”, it has a very unique form and structure that stands out from other conventional poems. Throughout the whole poem, none of the punctuation was used. All the words are only separated by lines and stanzas. The two sentences that contain in this poem are distinguished by the capitalization at the first word of the sentence. The whole poem is cut up in 12 lines in three stanzas, and each lines only contain less than three words. Also, the language used in this poem is simple and straightforward. In my parody to this poem, I used my most effort to preserve the original form and the usage of language by altering as few word as I can.

The idea of this poem comes from “My Last Duchess”, because the idea of the duke confessed his murder without any guilt is parodic to the Williams' poem. In the original poem, the author confessed about stealing the plums in the fridge that was intended to be another person's breakfast, however he apologized in a hardly sincere way. This is similar to the tone of “My last Duchess”, the duke was not regretful in the poem; in turns, he was justifying his murder by complaining his wife's unappropriated action while proclaim the importance of his reputation.

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Commenting Keats with Quotes

Ode to a Nightingale

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that ofttimes hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

In stanza 7, the nightingale is a universal and undying voice: the voice of nature, of imaginative sympathy and therefore of an ideal Romantic poetry. The world of Nature is a cycle of change; "the seasonable month", "the coming musk-rose", and consequently can seem fresh and immortal, like the bird whose song seems to be its spirit. The bird lacks man's self-consciousness. It is not alienated from nature, but wholly merged in nature. Such considerations suggest the sense in which the nightingale is "immortal." The bird shares in the immortality of nature. Keats makes perfectly clear the sense in which the nightingale is immortal: it is in harmony with its world; not, as man is, in competition with his.The poet experiences a heightened sense of reality, in direct contrast to a bird seemingly not of this world.
The same song (though sung by different individual nightingales) has been heard over time by all types of people — both “emperor and clown.” Its beauty thus transcends the human boundaries of time, class, and even geography. Upon hearing the same call, the Biblical Ruth (or so the speaker imagines) felt the same sense of alienation the speaker has experienced. In this sense the call is immortal because it speaks to man in a way that does not change over time. In a second sense, the nightingale itself is immortal simply because it “was not born for death. Lacking the ability to think — and thus to foresee its own destiny — it cannot conceive of its own passing as humans can. It feels no rift between itself and the natural world whose song it sings with such “full throated ease.” Free from fear, the nightingale is naturally immune to the power death has over thinking humans and is, in a way, “immortal.”