Essay 4 introduction: Sherlock Holmes

In the TV show of Sherlock Holmes, there are several feature differences between old TV show and new one. I watched Jeremy Brett’s Holmes produced by Granada TV and Benedict Cumberbatch’s Holmes produced by PBS. It is said that Jeremy’s Holmes is the best work of embodiment of the original image. Of course the latest TV show uses high-quality of functions to take the scenes, different scenario (because whole story use modern technology), and current London as a stage. Therefore, my question is “can we say that Sherlock Holmes of the PBS TV show is Sherlock Holmes?”

At Night by Jane Hirshfield

The author talks about one of the night.
This night was mysterious so he said
"you will find the pale circles of snow
pushed aside, earth opening
its single, steadfast gaze:
towards stars ticking by, one by one, overhead,
the given world flaming precisely out of its frame."

From the description of "snow", it is a winter night.
I think winter night is mysterious. Cold and still and
under this circumstance, we can say that
"it is best
to focus your eyes
a little off to one side;
it is better to know things
drained of their color, to fathom
the black horses cropping
at winter grass,
their white jaws that move
in steady rotation, a sweet sound."

Winter night is very sweet because you can feel
everything around you.

Poem "The Sound" by Kim Addonizio

This poem talk about mind and attitude from love.

"Marc Says the suffering that we don't see
still makes a sort of sound - a subtle, soft
noise, nothing like the cries or screams that we
might think of - more the slight scrape of a hat doffed
by a quiet man, ignored as he stands back
to let a lovely woman pass, her dress
just brushing his coat."

Marc might be lovely girl's boyfriend, and he is so quiet that he says
"the suffering that we don't see still makes a sort of sound".
But it is same as his girlfriend.
They are nervous each other.



"Or else it's like a crack
in an old foundation, slowly widening, the stress
and slippage going on unnoticed by
the family upstairs, the daughter leaving
for a date, her mother's resigned sigh
when she sees her. It's like the heaving
of a stone into a lake, before it drops.
It's shy, it's barely there. It never stops."

After came back from date, her mother sighed
and the girl's hart reflected like "the heaving
of a stone into a lake, before it drops."
She was shy, and her hart was couldn't flee from the sound.