Poem Compositional Sequence Designer Jiwoon Phee Course Typography 3 Faculty Francheska Guerrero
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Table of Contents
Step 1 Structure page 1
Grid 1 - Visible Grid
page 2
Grid 2 - Visible Grid
page3
Grid 3 - Visible Grid
Step 2.1
Type
page 4
Order 1
page 5
Order 2
page 6
Balance 1
page7
Balance 2
page 8
Repetition 1
page 9
Repetition 2
Step 2.2
Type
page 10
Weight 1
page 11
Weight 2
page 12
Direction/Motion 1
page 13
Direction/Motion 2
page 14
Proximity/Grouping 1
page 15
Proximity/Grouping 2
Step 2.3
Type, Line, Shape
page 16
Rhythm
page 17
Texture/Tone
page 18
Size/Scale
Step 3 Physical Type page 19
Paper Craft 1
page 20
Paper Craft 2
Step 4A
Type +Image +Color Denotation & Connotation
page 21
Type, image, color 1 Denotation & Content Hierarchy/Expression
page 22
Type, image, color 2 Connotation & Juxtaposition: Content Hierarchy/Expression
Step 4B
Type +Image +Color Metaphor & Irony
page 23
Type, Image, Color 3 Metaphor & Content Hierarchy/Expression
page 24
Type, Image, Color 4 Irony & Content Hierarchy/Expression
Step 5 Final Poster Design or Final Storyboards page 25
Final Poster Design or Final Storyboards
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See Me Anonymous
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me
I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another,
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet;
For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known;
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice “I do wish you’d try.”
A bride soon at twenty my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel – ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last;
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells.
Is that what you’re thinking, Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME…
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn;
I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again,
I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will
At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.
I think of the years all too few gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses
see ME!
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What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice “I do wish you’d try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread, For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known; I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel – ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses
See Me Anonymous
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what you’re thinking, Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME… I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will
I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart, But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years all too few gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last
see ME!
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See Me Anonymous
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what you’re thinking, is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME… I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will. I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home; A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me. Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread, For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known;I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart, But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses see ME!
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See Me
Anonymous
Are you thinking, when you look at me – A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what you’re thinking,. Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME… I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will
I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home; A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread, For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known; I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel – ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart, But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses see ME!
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See Me
Anonymous
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me – A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.” What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what you’re thinking,. is that what you see? What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME… I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will What do you see, nurses, what do you see? I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home; A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me. What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread, For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known; I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel – ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool. What do you see, nurses, what do you see? The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart, But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells. What do you see, nurses, what do you see? I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last What do you see, nurses, what do you see? So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses
see ME!
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See Me Anonymous What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice “I do wish you’d try.”
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
Is that what you’re thinking, Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME…
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me
I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will
I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn;
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread, For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known;
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel – ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years all too few gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses see ME!
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See Me Anonymous
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice “I do wish you’d try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what you’re thinking, Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME… I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last;
I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn;
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years all too few gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses see ME!
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See Me Anonymous
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what you’re thinking, Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home; A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me. Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread, For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known; I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel – ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart, But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses see ME!
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See Me Anonymous What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice “I do wish you’d try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what you’re thinking, Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME… I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home; A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me. Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known;
I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel – ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart, But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years all too few gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses see ME!
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See Me
Anonymous
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me – A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.” Is that what you’re thinking, is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME…
I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last – So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses SEE ME
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See Me Anonymous A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice “I do wish you’d try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? A re you t h i nk i ng, w he n you l o o k a t me
Is t ha t w ha t you ’ re t h i nk i ng, Is t ha t w ha t you s e e? Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME… I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I r ise a t you r b i d d i ng, as I ea t a t you r w i l l A woman of thirty, m y yo u n g n ow g row fa st , Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons h a ve g row n a n d a re g o n e , B u t m y m a n ’s b e s i d e m e to see I don’t mourn; A t f i f t y o n ce m o re b a b i e s p l a y ’ ro u n d m y k n e e , A g a i n we k n ow c h i l d re n , my loved one and me. I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, B ro t h e rs a n d s i ste rs , who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. D re a m i n g t h a t s o o n n ow a lover she’ll meet;
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread, For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known; I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel – ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
A bride soon at twenty my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows t h a t I p ro m i s e d to ke e p ; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a s e c u re , h a p p y h o m e ;
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart, But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years all too few gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses see ME!
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See Me Anonymous
What
do
you se e, nu r se s, what d o you se e? Are you thinking, when you look at me – A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what you’re thinking, Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME… I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will
I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home; A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread, For my young are all rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known; I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel – ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart, But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses
see ME!
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A re y o u t h i n k i n g , w h e n y o u l o o k a t m e
See Me
Anonymous
A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.”
Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
I s
t h a t
w h a t
y o u ’ r e
I s
t h a t
w h a t
y o u
t h i n k i n g ,
s e e ?
T he n o p en you r eye s , n u rse, you ’ re l o o k i ng at M E I ’ l l te l l you who I a m, as I s i t he re so s t i l l ; As I rise at you r b i d d i ng, as I eat at you r w i l l
I’m a small child of ten Brothers and sisters, who love one another,
A young girl of sixteen Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet;
A bride soon at tewnty Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
At twenty five Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
A women of thirty Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At forty But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn;
At fifty Again we know children, my loved one and me.
I
r e m e m b e r
t h e
j o y s ,
I
r e m e m b e r
t h e
p a i n ,
And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last
So I open your eyes, nurses, opewn and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses
see ME!
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See Me
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
Anonymous
Are you thinking, when you look at me – A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice
“I do wish you’d try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
open your eyes you’re looking at ME
Is that what you’re thinking,
Is that what you see?
I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I r ise a t you r b i d d i ng, as I ea t a t you r w i l l . I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home; A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.
I remember the
joys, I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living life over again, I t h i n k o f t h e ye ars, al l to o few — g o n e to o fast ,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last
So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see, Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses
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See Me
Anonymous
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice “I do wish you’d try.”
Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME
Is that what you’re thinking
Is that what you see? I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home; A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life over again, I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last –
So I open your eyes
open and see
Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses
see ME!
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See Me Anonymous
Wha t
d o
you
see, what
n urses, d o
you
se e? Are you thinking, when you look at me
not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
A crabby old woman Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is t ha t wha t you ’ re t h i nk i ng, Is t hat what you se e?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME… I’ll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still; As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will
I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home; A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Joys I remember the Pain I remember the
And I’m loving and living life over again,
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread, Fo r m y y o u n g a r e a l l r e a r i n g y o u n g o f t h e i r o w n , And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known; I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel – ‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not
a
crabby
o l d
wo ma n ,
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells.
l o o k
c l oser,
nurses
see ME!
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See Me Anonymous
What do you see, nurses, what do you see? Are you thinking, when
you look at me –
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice — “I do wish you’d try.”
Is that what yo u’re thinking, is that what you s Then open ee? your eyes, nurse, you ’re looking at ME…
I’m a small child of ten
with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another,
A young girl of sixteen
with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet;
A bride soon at twenty
my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
At twenty-five
now I have young of my own,
Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At forty
my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn;
At fifty
once more babies play ’round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
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See Me Anonymous
What do you see, nurses
what do you see?
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Is that what you’re thinking, Is that what you see?
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Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses
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I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another, A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home; And I’ m loving and living life over again,
Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me. Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, I look at the future, I shudder with dread, For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known; I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel ‘ Tis he r j e s t to make o l d age l o o k l i ke a fool.
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where once I had a heart, But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joys, I remember the pain, A nd I ’m l ov i ng a nd l iv i ng l i fe ove r aga i n,
I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
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SEE
M En y m o u s Ano
A CRABBY OLD WOMAN NOT VERY WISE U N C E R TA I N O F H A B I T W I T H FA R - A W AY E Y E S , is that what you see? Is that what you’re thinking Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME…
I’m a small ch
ild of ten with
a father and m other,
B ro the rs and s i ste rs , w ho love o ne an ot h er ,
sixteen ung girl of
A yo
with wings
.
on her feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet;
A bride soon at twenty —
my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twen ty - f ive now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a
secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bo un d to ea ch ot he r wi th tie s th at sh ou ld la st ; gone, rown and are g sons have g n u o y y m , y t r At fo
But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn;
THE BODY IS CRUMBLED
At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee,
GRACE AND VIGOR DEPART
ed on e an d me . chi ldr en , my lov Ag ain we kn ow
BUT INSIDE THIS OLD CARCASS
Da rk day s are upo n me , my husband is dea d,
ith dread, ure, I shudder w I look at the fut For my young are all rearing young of their own,
t I’ve known; d the love tha ruel f the years an o k n i h t I d re is c n A d natu
man old wo I’m an
A YOUNG GIRL STILL DWELLS
now an
‘Ti s he r jes t to ma ke ol d ag e loo k lik e a fo ol .
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livin
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n last – at nothing ca e stark fact th And accept th , en and see nurses, op your eyes, So I open N o t a c r a b b y o l d w o m a n , k l o o
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s
ME SEE
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A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet. Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet; A bride soon at twenty — my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last; At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn; At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me.
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At twenty-five now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
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I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who love one another,
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what
So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known;
that
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
eyes,
I think of the years, all too few — gone too fast,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
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And I’m loving and living life over again,
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
open
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As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will
Who dribbles her food,
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see?
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c r a b b y
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l o o k
see ME!
‘Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where once I had a heart, But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells.
c l o s e r ,
n u r s e s
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SEE
M En y m o u s Ano
A CRABBY OLD WOMAN NOT VERY WISE U N C E R TA I N O F H A B I T W I T H FA R - A W AY E Y E S , is that what you see? Is that what you’re thinking Then open your eyes, nurse, you’re looking at ME…
I’m a small ch
ild of ten with
a father and m other,
B ro the rs and s i ste rs , w ho love o ne an ot h er ,
sixteen ung girl of
A yo
with wings
.
on her feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet;
A bride soon at twenty —
my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep; At twen ty - f ive now I have young of my own, Who need me to build a
secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bo un d to ea ch ot he r wi th tie s th at sh ou ld la st ; gone, rown and are g sons have g n u o y y m , y t r At fo
But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn;
THE BODY IS CRUMBLED
At fifty once more babies play ’round my knee,
GRACE AND VIGOR DEPART
ed on e an d me . chi ldr en , my lov Ag ain we kn ow
BUT INSIDE THIS OLD CARCASS
Da rk day s are upo n me , my husband is dea d,
ith dread, ure, I shudder w I look at the fut For my young are all rearing young of their own,
t I’ve known; d the love tha ruel f the years an o k n i h t I d re is c n A d natu
man old wo I’m an
A YOUNG GIRL STILL DWELLS
now an
‘Ti s he r jes t to ma ke ol d ag e loo k lik e a fo ol .
em I rem
e ber th And
em I rem joys, I’m
lo
and ving
n, e pai n, ber th agai r e v o
livin
e g lif
I t hink o f t he years, all too few — gone too fast,
n last – at nothing ca e stark fact th And accept th , en and see nurses, op your eyes, So I open N o t a c r a b b y o l d w o m a n , k l o o
r , s e c l o
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r
s
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s
ME SEE
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