Analysis Of The Poem ' Aimee '

Initially, Collins demonstrates how one can weigh a dog’s weight with his method. Concrete diction in the first stanza, such as, “ small bathroom”, “ balancing”, and “shaky” suggest the uncomfortable nature of his intimate relationship with his pet. Although Collin is unappreciated for the gritty toil determination, he praise himself to applauded that “this is the way” and raising his self-esteem by comparing how easier it is than to train his dog obesity. In addition, the negative diction used to describe Collin holding his dog to be “awkward” for him and “bewildering” for his pet. This establish he rather force love rather willing show patience. When holding a pet on scale, there is less hustle because he secures the dog’s position by carrying it. Where as when he orders the dog to stay on the weighing scale with a cookie, his dog only followed him because of the expected reward.

“Huh?” Pearl blinked, seemingly at a loss of words, curious yet terrified of what Rose’s words to follow such an ambiguous statement will be.

The indication of morning had approached; wind halted while the air became temperate. Morning routine of the birds, fetching food for their children, communicating with the others, hatching their eggs. Newly seeded grass shooted out, growing like weeds. The air reminded Mary of a camping trip when she was younger in Yosemite Park. Pinecones and trees gave her the happy memories, ones of her husband and her only child before the accident.

The day was gloomier than I thought it would be. The air was humid as if it had just rained for days and you could feel the thickness in it. Past the trees of the nearby woods, thick, and gray fog lined the ground,

the quote I chose for this blog is from page 21. I wanted “I had been trying to use my brain on my problems for twenty years. I was over my brain” This is a quote from the Pharmacists mate by Amy Fusselman the new book we are reading. In this part of the story the main character is having a crisis trying to find a healer that will help her. She found a healer in New York city only to find out that healer had moved.

A flicker of uneasiness coursed through Kat and she strained to hear more, but they became aware of her presence and their voices trailed off. Holdups?

HIV/AIDS affects people both directly and indirectly. It is an extremely painful for the person with the virus, and it is emotional for them and their loved ones. Many people have preconceived ideas about what “types” of people get HIV/AIDS and can be stubborn and unaccepting. Terrace McNally elicits empathy from the audience by using literary devices including; the unique characteristics of Andre’s Mother, and the balloons symbolizing Andre’s soul. I am very compassionate about the topic because my sister is HIV positive. I know that she has been through a lot, and people have treated her differently because of it. However, she is still the same person.

I chose Tillie Olsen for my posting. She received wide critical acclaim for her style and as a spokeswoman for the poor, the oppressed, and the “detested” people of America. She wrote about the lives of immigrants, coal miners, Midwestern farm laborers, sewer workers, slaughterhouse workers, and more. She also wrote about people she knew and lived with. Tillie was born in Nebraska from Russian immigrant parents. Her education stopped at the eleventh grade, but Tillie went to the public library to continue her education. Then, at eighteen years old, she began to write. Tillie wrote poems and short fiction stories about the rough lives of workers, African-Americans, women, strikers, the poor, and more. Moreover, she won recognition for those

“That’s who I have.” She pulled her hair behind her ears and started walking to her class and I trailed behind. “So,”

“That’d be me, Evangeline. I’m Bimisi Frost, but I go by Misi.” He held out his hand. Evangeline didn’t even acknowledge it.

“My name is Eva Smith, daughter of John Smith.” She replies, her forest green eyes, stare, confused, into his brown ones.

She was a pretty girl, though rarely did anyone pay much attention to the frail creature huddling in the darkest of alleys. Her once blonde hair was now coated with grime and dirt, matted and knotted, straggly and unkempt. Her angelic face was unwashed and smeared; coal dust had taken up residence

The humidity began to penetrate everywhere, crawling at its own pace, at the same time as the air became heavier, filling up with water, then the first drops finally came. Tapping at first weakly on the roofs, the rain intensified gradually to transform into a hubbub, at the same time as the ambient smell changed, a wet flavor of greenery spreading progressively. The horizon was grey, interrupted with green spots which were the foliage of trees shaken by the wind.

Poetry is a reduced dialect that communicates complex emotions. To comprehend the numerous implications of a ballad, perusers must analyze its words and expressing from the points of view of beat, sound, pictures, clear importance, and suggested meaning. Perusers then need to sort out reactions to the verse into a consistent, point-by-point clarification. Poetry utilizes structures and traditions to propose differential translation to words, or to summon emotive reactions. Gadgets, for example, sound similarity, similar sounding word usage, likeness in sound and cadence are at times used to accomplish musical or incantatory impacts.

A life is something that you will never forget, but when you take that life it will stay with you forever. Especially when the life is one that is your own child. The poem “The Mother” is a poem explaining this and we will dive into the opinion I have on the poem.