The Raven. Stanza 1 This man was nearly asleep and his senses were really sharp when he hears a knocking on his door. He began to be a little scared‚ for the night was creepy. Stanza 2 This man was feeling nostalgic. When he heard the knocking on that door he imagined his diseased wife‚ he wants the past back. Stanza 3 This man started to visualize things that didn’t actually happen. He felt like someone was there entering through the door. Stanza 4 The man decides to face that thing that
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He Had Such Quiet Eyes By: Bibsy Soenharjo 3.1 SYNOPSIS OF THE POEM The poem is about a woman who has been deceived to think that she was loved by a man with ‘quiet eyes’. She suffers for this and only learns on hindsight not to trust or give in to men who seek women only for pleasure. The poet gives an advice on being able to recognise what is true and what is not‚ when a person is truly friendly and when he is not. You may lose in the game of love and give your heart away‚ but knowing the truth
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Singing Back The World 4. “I spoke to friends who recognized the language of our relm.” – Leanne O’Sullivan The Cord 5. “eight dancers dressed as swans.” – Mary Cornish Numbers 6. “Always wants a hug and never gets enough”- Ronald Koertge Sidekicks 7. “whose perfume swayed in the air‚ turning the modest flowers scarlet and loose.” –Peter Meinke Love Poem 8. “Their whisper rises from beneath the stones to fuse into a single… light.” – Yves Bonnefoy Passer-By‚ These are Words…
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“First Poem for You” is a poem by written by Kim Addonizio‚ an American poet. This poem “First Poem for You” is a closed-form poem but written as an English sonnet. The poem a person who loves the tattoos in his or her lover’s skin. At the same time the tattoos scares him or her by their permanence. The thoughtfulness and the depth of details expressed in this poem makes us conclude that the persona or speaker in this poem is a female. The speaker is certain about the permanence of the tattoos on
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The Lost Legion I remember when I was young I used to watch the soldiers march in the fort we could overlook from one of the hills outside Rome with my friends. Always imagining myself in their shoes I thought it would be great. Since I was the first son of one of Rome’s most successful generals in battle; I was destined to become a soldier. Ten years have passed since then and now it was summer‚ the morning birds were chirping‚ and the warm sun was gleaming downwards upon us. I could feel the
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English A1 HL Stanza Analyses Sir B September 30‚ 2010 T.S Eliot’s “The Waste Land” Madame Sosostris‚ famous clairvoyante‚ | | Had a bad cold‚ nevertheless | | Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe‚ | 45 | With a wicked pack of cards. Here‚ said she‚ | | Is your card‚ the drowned Phoenician Sailor‚ | | (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!) | | Here is Belladonna‚ the Lady of the Rocks‚ | | The lady of situations. | 50 | Here is the man with three
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in a simple hut. I wonder where I will die‚since I am neither white nor a black man? Question 1 What different denotations does the title have? What connotations are linked to each of them? The title of the poem contains several meanings‚ all of which underscore the main theme. This poem relates to the speaker’s inner turmoil because if his mixed racial ancestry.First of all‚“crossˮcan mean“angry.ˮThe speaker was angry‚ or “cross‚”with his father and mother for their passing on to him an amalgam
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Sylvia Plath’s poem‚ "Medallion" is about a snake she finds dead‚ and the details of its body that she notices. Written in 1959‚ its form was strictly "controlled." Plath uses imagery‚ literary devices‚ and sensory details‚ especially colors. First‚ we "see" the image of a snake‚ bronze‚ lying in the sun near a gate with a "star and moon" design. By the gate with star and moon Worked into the peeled orange wood The bronze snake lay in the sun Next‚ Plath uses a metaphor
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LIKE a huge Python‚ winding round and round | | The rugged trunk‚ indented deep with scars‚ | | Up to its very summit near the stars‚ | | A creeper climbs‚ in whose embraces bound | | No other tree could live. But gallantly | 5 | The giant wears the scarf‚ and flowers are hung | | In crimson clusters all the boughs among‚ | | Whereon all day are gathered bird and bee; | | And oft at nights the garden overflows | | With one sweet song that seems to have no close
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Dull voices drone lethargically from the old TV set‚ lulling dazed victims into a psychedelic slumber‚ their lifeless bodies languorously melting into the furniture. This is the place where time dies. I didn’t know it yet‚ but I soon would. I watch you drag your numb limbs across the dusty white floors and slump into the seat furthest in the corner‚ isolated‚ alone. You mumble words which spill out your mouth in a disjointed mess; wasted words for only the silence to prey upon. Your eyes
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