...Poetry Analysis Essay October 13, 2009 Instructor: Liza Erpelo English 110 AK The Prompt • Choose a poem from R. Zamora Linmark’s The Evolution of a Sigh and write an essay in which you analyze the poem’s literary elements (parts of the poem and figures of speech) and use this analysis to interpret the meaning of this poem. The Prompt • In other words, what is the poem saying and what literary elements does the author use to demonstrate this message? Introduction Provide the necessary background information in 3 to 5 sentences: title of poem poet’s name/any relevant biographical facts summary of the poem’s subject or topic. Thesis • In your thesis, identify the literary element(s) to be analyzed and the approach or direction of the analysis. • What message is the poem sending? Sample Thesis Statement #1 In “First Lessons,” R. Zamora Linmark uses allusions to describe how not to write a poem, and then he uses imagery and allusions to describe how to write a poem properly. Sample Thesis Statement #2 R. Zamora Linmark in “First Lessons” uses imagery and verbal irony to describe how a writer can discover his or her topic, then through diction and allusion, tells the writer how to write a poem that will leave a lasting impression on readers. Sample Thesis Statement #3 In the poem “First Lessons,” R. Zamora Linmark uses allusion and visual imagery in a playful way to teach writers what to avoid and what to incorporate when composing poems based on other literary...
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...Ghosts have always been with me. Not by choice. At least not on my part. It just happens. I don’t want to believe… but they’ve forced themselves on me. (Thoughtful) Perhaps the old Indian woman did it to me. I lived in her house too long as a child. (Looks at ceiling) At night, footsteps paced the ceiling. Over and over, an impatient march, forever in step to the silent drum. If only this had been my only encounter, I could dismiss it. “The house is settling,” my mother said… but this wasn’t all the house did. (Lights slightly flicker) Lights dimmed and glowed. Her ghostly will stronger than the new world magic conjured by GE. Sometimes she preferred a blackout. She didn’t care for my brother’s taste in music. Blackout! (Blackout) My brother was scared turdless. (Lights come up dimly again. She smiles at the memory of her brother. She is thoughtful a moment and her expression darkens) These spirits are on me like dogs on turds. Always sniffing around. Marking me. (Goes to sofa. Sits and slowly makes her way under the quilt and lays her head sleepily against the back of the sofa during the following) I slept in my room. Well, not really slept. Sleep was never something I did much of, especially early on. My worries at seven far outweighed my need for sleep. Awake. Forever awake. My father had left me. My mother… (Sits up. Then gets up and crosses to coffin) I was always worried mother would leave me too. (She touches the coffin lovingly. Then stops looking very...
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...African plays revealing social injustices and oppressive cultures. Social injustice is a relative concept concerning unfairness in a society in regard to the manner in which the leadership divides rewards and burdens .Tewfik Al Hakims’ plays The Sultans’ Dilemma and Song of Death will be used together with Mohammed Ben Abdallah’s The Verdict of the Cobra and Trial of Mallam Ilya. At the beginning of Sultan’s dilemma we learn that a stake has been set up to which a man condemned to death is tied. The Condemned Man is eager to know the hour of his execution as he refers to his execution as a joyous event to the executioner. The executioner tells the Condemned Man when the Muezzin climbs to the minaret of the Mosque and gives a call to dawn prayer he will breathe his last. At that time the executioner will raise his sword and swipe the Condemned Man’s head because those are the orders. In other words, the executioner has no verdict of his own instead has to execute as instructed by the superiors. We learn that the Condemned Mans’ offence is to claim that he was the one who sold the...
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...emotionally felt works of the nineteenth century. Miss Dickinson is often compared with other poets and writers, but unlike Shakespeare, Miss Dickinson is without opinions (Tate 86). Her verses and technical license often seem mysterious and can confuse critics, but after all is said, it is realized that like most poets Miss Dickinson is no more mysterious than a banker. It is said that Miss Dickinson’s life was starved and unfulfilled and yet all pity is misdirected. She lived one of the richest and deepest lives ever on this continent. It was her own conscious choice to deliberately withdraw from society into her upstairs room (Tate 83). She kept to only a few select friends and the storm, wind, wild March sky, sunsets, dawns, birds, bees, and butterflies were sufficient companionship for Miss Dickinson (Loomis 79). She dealt with a lot both physically...
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...throughout the island for her mano santa--the blessed hand that turned all plants she touched into breathtaking specimens of splendrous color and robust good health. In the garden, she grew prize-winning roses and orchids, hibiscus and hydrangea, and dozens of jewel-colored flowers that grow only in the tropical climate of the lush Caribbean Islands. The garden air was forever perfumed with the scent of roses and honeysuckle. Since Doña Josefina had no children of her own, she watched over her garden as a mother watches over her children. Each of her flowers was precious to her. She thanked God daily for the gift of being the caretaker of such a delightful paradise. During the day, her paradise attracted butterflies and hummingbirds, bees and ants, and nightingales whose song was as sweet and pure as the water from a secret spring. At night, the garden attracted worms and toads and coquíes, tiny Puerto Rican tree frogs. One unfortunate night, the garden paradise also attracted a pest. The next morning, Doña Josefina noticed, much to her distress, that the blossoms and tender branches of several young hydrangea plants had been badly chewed. The following morning, the leaves and flowers at the bottom of the large vine in front of the house had disappeared. On the third morning, Doña Josefina discovered that her begonias were gnawed almost to the root. Only stubby, mangled fingers remained, protruding from the rich, black soil....
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...Latin word claustrum which means ‘a shut in place’ and Greek phobos meaning ‘fear’ (“What is Claustrophobia? . . .”). Although claustrophobia has a variety of causes and symptoms there are triggers which may aggravate the condition; however, different treatments exist for this common affliction. Natural and behavioral evidence shows that we treat space that is within arm’s reach differently from space that is farther away (Emory University). Like many other fears, claustrophobia shows up at varying levels from just a general dislike and anxiety in smaller spaces to a full blown panic at even the thought of being confined to something as simple as a specific chair. The exact symptoms of claustrophobia vary from person to person, but if they appear, getting a proper diagnosis is very important so that treatment can be sought (“Claustrophobia” GoMentor.com) During Victorian times it was common that parents punished their children by locking them in dark, confined places like coal bins, closets, and basements. Thus causing many people to grow up suffering from claustrophobia (Filson 35). Other causes may be that the child fell into a deep pool not knowing how to swim, or being in a crowded area such as an amusement park and getting separated from their parents or the group they were with, or crawling into a closet and getting locked in. Another theory behind the cause of claustrophobia is a smaller amygdalae- a tiny part of the brain that is used to control how the body processes fear...
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...Okeechobee into Belle Glade and Pahokee area killing about 2500 people. Hurricane San Felipe Segundo also known as, “The Okeechobee hurricane” destroyed many homes and fishing was no longer a thought for some. The hurricane packed winds up to 120 miles per hour demolishing everything in its path being called the third worst disaster in American history until 9-11. [Sun-sentinal.com] Many migrant works, blacks and whites were killed taking the cities almost 75 years to identify the bodies. The storm was so huge that famous writer out of Fort Pierce Zora Neale- Hurston wrote a book about it called, “Their Eyes were Watching God.” [www.chicagotribune.com, 2017] Butterfly Peacock Bass Lake Okeechobee is home to many types of fresh water fish. The first type of fish that I want to talk about is the “Butterfly Peacock Bass.” Butterfly Peacock Bass is a tropical fresh water fish originated from the Amazon River and can found in Southeast Florida water under shady covered areas. The Peacock Bass was introduced into Florida waters in 1980’s by the FWC (Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission) to help control the evasive African spotted tilapia and can weigh over 25 pounds. Large Mouth Bass Another fish that is mostly caught in fresh water lakes is the Large Mouth Bass also known as Micropterus Salmoides. The Large Mouth Bass is one Florida’s most popular game fish. Large Mouth Bass prefer to clear, non-flowing waters with aquatic vegetation where food and cover are available. They can...
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...THE CONFERENCE OF THE BIRDS BY FARID UD-DIN ATTAR The Conference Of The Birds By Farid Ud-Din Attar. This web edition created and published by Global Grey 2013. GLOBAL GREY NOTHING BUT E-BOOKS TABLE OF CONTENTS PART I. THE PARLIAMENT OF THE BIRDS PART II. ON, TO THE CITY OF GOD PART III.THROUGH THE SEVEN VALLEYS PART IV.RECEPTION AT THE ROYAL COURT 1 The Conference Of The Birds By Farid Ud-Din Attar PART I. THE PARLIAMENT OF THE BIRDS THE PARLIAMENT OF THE BIRDS Once upon a time, in the dim old days, all the birds of the world assembled in solemn conclave to consider a momentous question. Ever since the dawn of Creation the inhabitants of every city had had a king or leader, called Shahryar, or the friend of the city, but these feathered souls had no king to befriend them. Theirs was an army without a general—a position most precarious. How could they be successful in the battle of life without a leader to guide the weakwinged party through the perils of earthly existence? Many an eloquent speaker addressed the assembly, deploring their helpless plight in plaintive terms, bringing tears to the eyes of thetiny ones, and it was unanimously agreed that it was highly desirable, nay, absolutely necessary, that they should place themselves without delay under the protection of a king. At this stage, full of fervour, leapt forward the Hoopoe (Hud-hud) renowned in the Muslim scriptures for the part she had played as King Solomon’s trusted...
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...wind no longer the only sound. The snow is reduced once more to the rivers, our hope is restored with winters last shiver. The stories that are written on the ground now revealed, the life that once was will return to the fields. Broken and frozen were our spirits until now, The warmth in our heart is renewed and profound. The seeds of the past will flourish and root, A universe of life beneath every boot. The sun in the sky showers down on the earth, the grass reaching up, reaching forth from the dirt. Adventure and fortune awaiting us now, colour and wonderous sights all around. farewell to our homes and our rest for a time, for a name is being called on the wind and its mine. When springtime comes, it melts away the snow A cavern appears and people stop their woes From the outside I hear critters burrowing...
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...and artist of all the music and sound effects for the soundtracks. Prelude : Story Teller: (Forever In Love: Sax Instrumental) Cupid and Psyche is a story about love. It is also about beauty, truth, and goodness, for these are three aspects of love: and it is about death, the hereafter, and rebirth. Its simplicity touches our hearts, and at the same time tantalizes our minds with hints of teachings that youth experienced during the higher degrees of initiation. It deals about human consciousness, with its fall from on high, its captivity in realms of material illusion, its ages-long wanderings, and its metamorphosis as it awakens and recollects with increasing clarity its divine origin and nature. Hence love endeavours to rise, as a butterfly freed from its chrysalis, into higher dimensions where it lives among the immortals. Cupid and Psyche is indeed a story of love, a love with transcendent power to raise the soul to divine awareness. As such, this is a love story to be cherished during those dark and silent moments that sanctify our lives. : My friends……the beautiful story of Cupid and Psyche…. Music : harp and lyre instrumental ( 30 seconds) SCENE I. (open curtain – stage 1) Narration : (background music : prayer to the goddess)Olympus was the residence of the divine family, the twelve most important ruling gods and goddesses of ancient Greece, who therefore were called the Olympians. There they all lived together in an enormous palace, high above the clouds. Mount...
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...A Collection of Wise Sayings "We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time." -- T.S. Eliot "Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out." -- Vaclav Havel "If I am not for myself, who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now -- when?" -- Hillel "Come my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world." -- Tennyson "If you understand, things are just as they are; if you do not understand, things are just as they are." -- Zen proverb "If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, 'thank you,' that would suffice." -- Meister Eckhart "There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." -- Albert Einstein "We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms -- to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances." -- Victor Frankl "Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards." -- Unknown "The shell must break before the bird can fly." -- Tennyson "Your vision will become clear only when you...
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...Gabriel Garcia Marquez One Hundred Years of Solitude Chapter 1 MANY YEARS LATER as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point. Every year during the month of March a family of ragged gypsies would set up their tents near the village, and with a great uproar of pipes and kettledrums they would display new inventions. First they brought the magnet. A heavy gypsy with an untamed beard and sparrow hands, who introduced himself as Melquíades, put on a bold public demonstration of what he himself called the eighth wonder of the learned al-chemists of Macedonia. He went from house to house dragging two metal ingots and everybody was amazed to see pots, pans, tongs, and braziers tumble down from their places and beams creak from the desperation of nails and screws trying to emerge, and even objects that had been lost for a long time appeared from where they had been searched for most and went dragging along in turbulent confusion behind Melquíades’ magical irons. “Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.” José...
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...All is not fair in love and war People say that love never fails, That all is fair in love and war, But really, how do you know, What love can or can not do? And if all is fair in love and war, then Why does someone always end up getting hurt? I know my love will never fail, Because I love you with all my heart and soul, Because I would give my life for you, And everything I am or have just to be with you. However, I can not be fair to all Because all is not fair in love and war. I wish to hurt no one, so I don't, But by doing so, I hurt myself. My heart wants to be with you so much And yet I wish to hurt no one. So I don't, I don't confess my love for you, I keep it locked inside, And as a friend I stay by your side. My love for you remains forever pure and unchanged. I love you, Yes, I do, with all my heart and soul, With all that I am and hope to be just for you. My heart untamed and wild, dreaming of what if, But it's cut in half by the love I feel for both. My heart belongs to you but only half, Because I gave the other half away to him. Now I suffer for my love, for both are great, But only one, I wish I could be with forever. All is not fair in love and war, So I love you both and suffer much, Because my heart is wounded, torn in half. I can not speak of my deep love for you, I can not confess my feelings to you. So I go on with my life pretending nothing's wrong. Why must I go on without your love? It's faith, I guess, that I suffer so. It's destiny to love you so. ...
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...Hajj (The Pilgrimage ) Dr. Ali Shariati Translated by: Ali A. Behzadnia, M.D. & Najla Denny Prepared by the Evecina Cultural & Education Foundation (ECEF) P.O Box 11402 - Costa Mesa, CA 92627 Copyrights Preserved Published by Jubilee Press Reproduced with permission by the Ahlul Bayt Digital Islamic Library Project team About the Author Dr. Ali Shariati was born in Mazinan, a suburb of Mashad, Iran. He completed his elementary and high school in Mashad. In his years at the Teacher's Training College, he came into contact with youth who were from the lower economic strata of the society and tasted the poverty and hardship that existed. At the age of eighteen, he started as a teacher and ever since had been a student as well as a teacher. After graduating from college in 1960, on a scholarship he pursued graduate studies in France. Dr. Shariati, an honor student, received his doctorate in sociology in 1964. When he returned to Iran he was arrested at the border and imprisoned on the pretext that he had participated in political activities while studying in France. Released in 1965, he began teaching again at Mashad University. As a Muslim sociologist, he sought to explain the problems of Muslim societies in the light of Islamic principles - explaining them and discussing them with his students. Very soon, he gained popularity with the students and different social classes in Iran. For this reason, the regime felt obliged to discontinue his courses at the university. Then...
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...Classic Poetry Series Robert Frost - poems - Publication Date: 2004 Publisher: PoemHunter.Com - The World's Poetry Archive "In White": Frost's Early Version Of Design A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of lifeless satin cloth Saw ever curious eye so strange a sight? Portent in little, assorted death and blight Like the ingredients of a witches' broth? The beady spider, the flower like a froth, And the moth carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, The blue prunella every child's delight. What brought the kindred spider to that height? (Make we no thesis of the miller's plight.) What but design of darkness and of night? Design, design! Do I use the word aright? Anonymous submission. Robert Frost www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 A Boundless Moment He halted in the wind, and -- what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing March against his thought, And yet too ready to believe the most. "Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said; And truly it was fair enough for flowers had we but in us to assume in march Such white luxuriance of May for ours. We stood a moment so in a strange world, Myself as one his own pretense deceives; And then I said the truth (and we moved on). A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves. Robert Frost www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive ...
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