...The Evil Nature and Evil Omen “Design” by Robert Frost and “I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died” by Emily Dickinson use natural objects as symbols. In the poem “Design,” life forms within nature are connected and under the influence of a greater consciousness. In “I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died,” Emily Dickinson talks about seeing a fly as she takes her final breath. By focusing on natural objects within the poems, both poets reveal the negative nature of their chosen symbols. In the poem “Design,” a spider symbolizes death; in “I heard a Fly Buzz When I Died,” a fly figures as the omen of death. In first stanza of “Design,” Frost describes a spider as “dimpled,” the flower like a “froth,” and the moth like “white satin.” However, in line 4, the spider, flower, and moth are also described as “assorted characters of death and blight.” Frost chooses his words carefully throughout the entire poem. Deirdre Fagan and Robert Seltzer state that “he intentionally contrasts the white innocence of the description of all three characters with the seemingly horrific actions they undertake. Even the spider, which is apparently the exterminator, is described in terms usually applied to infants (‘dimpled’ and ‘fat’)” (Fagan and Seltzer 49.) At this moment, it is difficult to understand how innocence could turn to death and evil. Frost describes the moth as being made of “satin cloth” and the spider as a “snow drop spider” (Frost 7). These reveal Frost’s appreciation of the beauty of the...
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...become a pilot, or did you originally dream to become a pilot? A: Well, when I was your age, yeah, probably even younger, whenever I see airplanes, you know, because my mom used to go abroad when I was small and then, so, when she's away and whenever I see airplanes in the sky, people say I usually point to that plane and then I guess, probably that's why I wanted to become a pilot, to go to places because I can see pictures of her in other countries, nice places, probably that's why I wanted to become one. Q: What are the requirements to pilot school? A: Requirements. In the first place, I got mine when I joined the Air Force, so in my experience, I can say that in the Air Force, at first, you must be commissioned officer—that is a lieutenant—then you must be able to pass a competitive examination, then you must also pass a rigid medical exam, and after that you must finish the two-year flying training in the Airforce. In the civilian world, I think, the requirement in the cilivian world, you must have a four-year college degree, preferably something that is technical but...
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...through me. He smelled of vinegar. Only just a little bit, but then caught myself this sour smell like an ominous, biting shaft. I ignored it, as best they could, but it astounded me. After a few minutes, a single black fly sat on the label of his greasy jacket. A short time later, there were already two. They ran up to him and crawled into his face, but he did not seem to notice. More flies were added, crawled over his nose, his cheeks, his lips, but he showed no reaction. It was not long, and they crept into his nostrils, in his eye and in his ears. They crawled out purely and again and showed it in no hurry. They inspected it really thoroughly, and he let it happen impassively. After some time had gathered two dozen flies on him, they now crawled into his sleeves and into the gaps between the neck and shirt collar. Walker came along the road and went between us through. They took no notice of him. As it dawned, the number of flies had grown to several hundred. I stood up and went home. When I again the next day I approached my place on the bench, hit me in the smell of vinegar from afar contrary. The man in the hat was already sitting opposite on the bench. The flies had almost completely taken possession of him. They ran all over him around, sometimes flew in small groups and then sat down again. He just sat there and looked like the day before indifferent through me. The fly took the occasion to be a little bolder. Increasingly, they were crawling now in his ears and in...
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...I can remember the day I caught my first trout on ultra light rod when I was three.It was a 20 in rainbow and I still have that fish on my wall. My dad has been trout fishing all his life and he kept the tradition of the first day going with my brother and I. We like fishing later in the year because there isn’t as many people around and a lot of times you have a creek full of fish to yourself. Later in the year the leaves are starting to change color it smells great like fresh wild air. The water is pretty warm but starting to get colder and when it’s hot out I can taste the salty sweat. Now it was just four years ago when I was 10 that I got something I will always remember and always will have. My dad is about 5’9 dark hair,and loves to...
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...Emily Dickinson’s short poem “I heard a Fly buzz – when I died” is, upon first glance, simultaneously mundane and complex. The speaker, for lack of much concrete evidence, it can be assumed is Dickinson herself. Very little is, in fact, revealed about the speaker; who is she? How old is she? How did she die? For the setting, the reader finds the speaker on her deathbed in her death throes surrounded by her friends and family. Where the speaker is exactly, and what time of day or year it is are not directly revealed. The audience is unclear; given that the speaker is speaking from beyond the grave – an unusual device that Dickinson uses in several of her poems, such as “Because I could not stop for Death”, in order imbue Death with an animate...
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...The normal evolution a fly fisher goes through usually includes fly tying sometime after the first year or two. Some take up fly tying to cut the costs of all the flies they seem to leave in bushes and trees everywhere they go. Others want to try it to increase their involvement in the finer details of the sport. No matter what your reasons are, tying flies seems to be an integrated part of the whole fly fishing picture. There have been perhaps more volumes of books and articles written on the art of fly tying than any other aspect of fly fishing. If you subscribe to any of the fly fishing magazines, you have encountered articles that included fly patterns. In fact, a few magazines are dedicated to the art of fly tying. Those magazines will enhance the information you find here and I encourage you to consider subscribing to one or two. Now, What Do I Name It? Like I said earlier, there are a lot of books about fly tying on the market. I won't try to duplicate those efforts, but rather attempt to show you some of the basics. I won't try to show you specific patterns, but you'll learn a few in the course of this instruction. I will try to help you solve some of the most basic but troubling problems new fly tyers usually encounter. As with any form of art, there are usually several ways to do the same thing that will produce the same outcome. In some cases, I'll try to show all the ways; in others, I'll attempt only the ones I've found to be the fastest and easiest to master...
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...I. If I were a voice, a persuasive voice, That could travel the wide world through, I would fly on the beams of the morning light, And speak to men with a gentle might, And tell them to be true. I'd fly, I'd fly, o'er land and sea, Wherever a human heart might be, Telling a tale, or singing a song, In praise of the right - in blame of the wrong. II. If I were a voice, a consoling voice, I'd fly on the wings of air, The homes of Sorrow and Guilt I'd seek, And calm and truthful words I'd speak To save them from Despair. I'd fly, I'd fly, o'er the crowded town, And drop, like the happy sun-light, down Into the hearts of suffering men, And teach them to rejoice again. III. If I were a voice, a convincing voice, I'd travel with the wind, And whenever I saw the nations torn By warfare, jealousy, or scorn, If I were a voice, a convincing voice, I 'd travel with the wind, And whenever I saw the nations torn By warfare, jealousy, or scorn, Or hatred of their kind, I'd fly, I'd fly, on the thunder-crash, And into their blinded bosoms flash; And, all their evil thoughts subdued, I'd teach them Christian Brotherhood. IV. If I were a voice, a pervading voice, I'd seek the kings of Earth; I'd find them alone on their beds at night-- And whisper words that should guide them right-- Lessons of priceless worth; I'd fly more swift than the swiftest bird, And tell them things they never heard-- Truths which the ages for aye repeat-- Unknown to the statesmen...
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...theme of death. Dickenson’s life was filled with multiple tragic deaths, which caused her to spend half of her life in sorrow. She experienced many deaths of people close to her, in which influenced her writing as a major reoccurring theme. Although Emily Dickinson wrote about death, she often times wrote about it in very odd ways such as death being eternal but also death as a state of life and this can be seen in her poems, “Because I could not stop for Death”, “I heard a Fly buzz”, and “I died for Beauty. Emily Dickinson writes the majority of her poetry during a period of stress because of the Civil War, which also influenced the depressing yet unique way of her poems. Her poem, “Because I could not stop for Death”, is an ironic allegory in which death is portrayed as a gentleman. In the first line she writes, “Because I could not stop for death/ He kindly stopped for me” (1-2) meaning that she is coming to meet death on his own terms. Usually death is shown as being unavoidable and all around evil, but Dickinson describes her carriage ride as, “I had put away/ My labor and my leisure too/ For His Civility,” (6-8). She describes death as being civil meaning that death was courteous and polite. The way that Dickinson capitalizes “His” gives that line a possible religious context as well because when writing about God, His name is always capitalized. The next line speaks of the many things she passes while riding in the carriage with death. “We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—/...
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...Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fly, Amelia Earhart is the person that inspires me because she tried so hard to fly and achieve her goal. She was born in Atchison Kansas on July 24. She wanted to fly so much she asked her father to investigate the price for flying lessons, later to find out that local pilots charge $1,000 to teach a student to fly. The price did not stop Amelia she really wanted to fly and she did she became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean in 1928. (Shore pg. 37-38) Amelia was very determined, she was also very successful she wanted to fly and she did, she was not only the first woman to fly across the Atlantic Ocean she was also the first to fly solo from Hawaii to the U.S. Mainland....
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...mrsirwinblog FOLLOW Fly away lyrics * [5 Seconds of Summer] * Counting down these seconds * Jumping up these fences * Finding other places to start again * The cracks in the sidewalk * I’m over of the small talk * Setting off like fire in the wind * I won’t waste another day * Wishing this would fade away * Running but not looking back * I want a little bit of California * With a little bit of London sky * I wanna take my heart to the end of the world * And fly away tonight * I want a little bit of open ocean * With a New York state of mind * I wanna take my heart to the end of the world * And fly away, fly away tonight * Fly away tonight * Fly away tonight * A never ending replay * With memories I can't erase * I see the best in times of sudden peace * Now I'm after paradise * It's your world I'll never find * Say goodbye to pain and misery * Na na na na na na * I won’t waste another day * Wishing this would fade away * Running but not looking back * I want a little bit of California * With a little bit of London sky * I wanna take my heart to the end of the world * And fly away tonight * I want a little bit of open ocean * With a New York state of mind * I wanna take my heart to the end of the world * And fly away, fly away tonight * I won’t waste another day * Wishing this would fade away * I won’t waste another...
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...pipe we fly to the Motherland Connor Lacey Or sell love to another man Period 1 It’s too cold outside 9-12-13 For angels to fly To fly, fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly Or angels to die” –Ed Sheeran ‘The A Team’ Loneliness and Hope What I remember of my uncle is tattoos and a Wonder Woman t-shirt. Only having met him once, he was such a stranger to me. A big part of why he didn’t visit us was his addiction to heroine but also because my parents never knew where he was. His life revolved around getting more drugs right up until he died of an overdose. My Uncle John was much more significant to my mom, he was her brother. After he passed away, she didn’t seem the same as before. She was sad and becoming more and more stressed, having to plan the service all by herself. I chose this song because it reminds me of my uncle. The A Team is about a girl who is slowly slipping into a deep addiction, she’s come to the point where day and night, every decision she makes is to get more heroine. Even though I was not around him, I imagine that this is similar to what happened to my uncle. In the song, he talks about it being too cold for the angels to fly. To me...
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...mrsirwinblog FOLLOW Fly away lyrics * [5 Seconds of Summer] * Counting down these seconds * Jumping up these fences * Finding other places to start again * The cracks in the sidewalk * I’m over of the small talk * Setting off like fire in the wind * I won’t waste another day * Wishing this would fade away * Running but not looking back * I want a little bit of California * With a little bit of London sky * I wanna take my heart to the end of the world * And fly away tonight * I want a little bit of open ocean * With a New York state of mind * I wanna take my heart to the end of the world * And fly away, fly away tonight * Fly away tonight * Fly away tonight * A never ending replay * With memories I can't erase * I see the best in times of sudden peace * Now I'm after paradise * It's your world I'll never find * Say goodbye to pain and misery * Na na na na na na * I won’t waste another day * Wishing this would fade away * Running but not looking back * I want a little bit of California * With a little bit of London sky * I wanna take my heart to the end of the world * And fly away tonight * I want a little bit of open ocean * With a New York state of mind * I wanna take my heart to the end of the world * And fly away, fly away tonight * I won’t waste another day * Wishing this would fade away * I won’t waste another...
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...1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts. She died in the same place on May 15, 1886. Today people know her as a fascinating, talented writer. Most of the pieces Emily wrote were poems. Emily was a very isolated individual. She rarely ever got out or had any contact with anybody outside of her home. Along with writing her poems she wrote letters to the people that she did have contact with. In the letters that she would write there would be poems somewhere within them. Emily wrote a total of 1,775 poems in her lifetime. Even though she wrote these poems she never let it be known that she had the capability to write poems with such elegance. All of the poems that she would write she kept hidden somewhere in her room. She would hide the poems in places like her window, under her bed, in corners of the room, and lots of other places. After Emily’s death the truth would be told about her secret talent. Emily’s sister, Lavinia Dickinson found around 900 of the poems Emily had hidden in her room. Her sister decided that the poems were good enough to be published. She went to a friend of the family where she would get help in editing and publishing the poems. Lavinia’s friend, Mabel Loomis Todd and a friend of hers, Thomas Wentworth Higginson began to put a lot of Said 2 effort of getting the poems published. In the year 1890 they accomplished in getting 115 of Emily’s poems published. After their first success of publishing the poems they began to get more involved...
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...Subjective Experience to a Survey on The Psychological Impact of Fly in Fly out (FIFO) Lifestyle Introduction Imagine if you will being in an environment where the vast majority of the people around you have broken marriages, lost access to their children and or money due to the impact of their fly in fly out (FIFO) lifestyle. Over my 5 year FIFO mining career I have heard countless stories from my co-workers of heartbreak and sadness. Based on these real life examples and large subject pool spanning many years in the industry I have developed strong opinions on this particular subject matter. I recently took part in an online survey being conducted at CQU. I perceived the purpose of this survey was to try to find the impact that FIFO lifestyle has on families and relationships. To try and measure FIFO workers levels of life satisfaction as well as their families and how this roster had an impact on emotional wellbeing. After completing the survey I was left feeling unfulfilled and frustrated. The survey to me did not ask questions that allowed me as the participant to give a true account of what I thought was being asked. Even if the survey was not trying to get a depiction of the impact FIFO lifestyle has on families, I still felt it was not in-depth enough to develop an accurate representation of the vital aspects of this lifestyle. Participating in the study This survey in my opinion was trying to answer the long asked question of what is the impact of FIFO lifestyle...
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...the story, in a way so you can read what he is thinking in the text. The husband is 42 years old, and has a lot of problems with his wife. He feels bored all around the clock. He doesn’t’ really speak to other people than his wife, and that irritates him. Already in the start of the story, you can read that the husband hates his wife because he say, “It’s a hot day and I hat my wife”. I think he feels like that because all the ever do I sit around home, play Scrabble and drink tea. He feels bored and wants to do something else, just anything than sitting and playing Scrabble. He wants to come out and meet new people, and going on adventures, for example he says in the story “If she wasn’t around, I’d be doing something interesting right now. I’d be climbing Mount Kilimanjaro. I’d be starring in the latest Hollywood blockbusters.” That really shows how he is felling about playing, with his boring wife. Not only does he hate his wife, but also he wants to kill her, because everything she does is annoying him. He says in the text after they have played Scrabble, for a little while “If only I had D, then I could play MURDER. That would be a sign” and “If they spell out KILL, or stab, or her name, or anything, I’ll do it right now. I’ll finish her off.” The anger inside him is so large, that he wants to kill his own wife over a game of Scrabble. At the same time he wants to win the game. He keeps keeping track of the score in the text, for example he says, “She plays IGNORE on...
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