The speaker then moves to a restaurant where he picks up a chicken noodle soup and gets his want across to the staff by simply pointing at it. The stanza ends with the line “I am adjusting well to the new way”(10), showing that according to the speaker the new law is working fine for him and he is able to live a normal life. However, with the entrance into the third stanza we begin to question whether the speaker naturally only acted this way towards the phone call and the staff in the restaurant, without using any words or he was actually saving them for his lover. The second reason is more likely to be true, due to his statement in the next verse “I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you”(11/13). Here, the second character is introduced in the poem – the long distance lover. It becomes obvious that the speaker, who is most probably a man, is in a long distance relationship with a woman and the way communicate is via phone call. The speaker tells his lover proudly he has only used fifty-nine words today and has saved the rest for her. This shows the speaker’s devotion towards his lover because he has chosen to use most of his words on her.
The speaker is talking about someone as if they met in an "old ancient inn" (2). He speaks of how they "should have sat" (3) as if he regrets what he might have done in the past; he would have approached the situation differently by drinking "nipperkin" (4). The guilt that shrouds the narrator is apparent as he imagines a life for the man.
In Standing Soldiers, Kneeling Slaves, Kirk Savage, through public monuments both real and proposed, analyzes the problems of American society following the Civil War and shows how race, class, and regional relations ended up as they did. Looking Backward, on the other hand, is a fictional book in which Edward Bellamy lays out his idea for how a utopian society could be constructed and run. In the era that Savage describes, more easily referred to as Reconstruction, there were a multitude of social issues facing the American people who were more divided than ever along lines of race, class, and region. Savage identifies some very specific problems that divided Americans which include the general and deep seeded view that black people were lesser and less human than white Americans, the fact that Americans were individualistic to the point that they cared more for themselves and groups they belonged to than society or the nation as a whole, and that the North and South required a mending of relationships after the war. However, Bellamy’s is a system which is purely economic and educational and does not provide solutions to these largely irrational issues and in fact would even be undermined by them given that the system itself is reliant on the fair evaluation of workers’ performance and ability of people to move up in society in accordance with their performance in labor. This means that even if Bellamy’s system could have been fully implemented in America at the time,
I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity. A quote by Dwight D. Eisenhower. This quote illustrates the stupidity of war and the way to defeat stupidity is to question the unknown which is also shown in the book All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque and the poem Beat! Beat! Drums! By Walt Whitman. All Quiet on the Western Front and Beat! Beat! Drums! Have a common theme of the need for everyone to question the motives of war.
World War I, it is a part of our history. Something that can never be changed, yet it changed everything for the people involved. It did not only change the daily lives of people, it changed the way people thought about war. Everything from poems to books were changed due to World War I.
The Lord spoke to Mo`-ses somewhere in the wild Of Mount Si`-nai inside where they knew, Of Is`-ra-el’s whole congregation beguiled, In the first day & month, & year two. “This visit came after the exodus from E-gypt-land, saying, “Now is the time To count the entire congregation, the sum Of the children of Is`-ra-el’s prime. “To name ev’ry one of their father’s house, by Ev’ry male in each clan by their names.
Jennifer Rodriguez Professor Grogg Eng 111 April 21, 2017 “For the Union Dead” Poetry Essay The poem “For the Union Dead” was written by Robert Lowell in 1960. The poem was written for the Boston Art Festival in which Lowell was asked to participate. “For the Union Dead” is a poem with a large amount of imagery, and links to history.
The word choices often show formalness, and in fact the author often uses the bravado of older English and complex but seemingly casual words. The choice of these words probably were chosen to reflect the intelligence of the main characters and their love of English and all of its intriguing nuances, and not necessarily the wealth of them. There is imagery placed throughout the story, such as when Minor describes having to brand the runaway soldiers. Another example of imagery occurs in the middle of chapter six, the description of asylum paints it as a horrifying prison of madness, and not a place to make people get better and fix their mental problems. Language in this story is often flowery with the formal feeling it exudes.
It was a dim echo of screams and clashes of arms, of hurtled missiles against the walls. In his mind he imagined the rush of the enemy, the swift flight of hissing arrows, the throwing up of ladders and knotted climbing ropes, and the death that followed. He had seen battle. He was expert at it, in all the ways to protect himself and kill an enemy. He had seen battle, and he did not like it. If nothing was done, he would see it one day in the streets, and then the palace, and then finally, if he was still alive, at bay somewhere with the king. He saw that in his mind also, and he did not like it
The wind whispers something lethal. Clouds, hailing not from the heavens but a more sinister source, man's ingenuity, engulf the battlefield with gunpowder and soot. Behind this curtain of smoke an orchestra of death awaits its conductor's directions. The conductor, however, is silent, busy probing the enemy’s lines for weaknesses, but to his dismay the enemy’s center remains formidable. Frustration builds as he realizes that his marshals’ attacks on the Russian’s left flank the previous day had failed to divert manpower from the enemy’s center.
It is seen that the photographer’s feelings are brought out in two contrasting situations, at home and while at warfront. The poet continues to describe the sufferings of the photographer when his mental state is compared as he is travelling between the two contrasting worlds – one the warfront which is full of destruction and chaos and the other is ‘Rural England,’ probably countryside that is peaceful and serene. He compares the pain of war to simple pain of changing weather back at home in England. There being nothing worse then the harsh weather that the children have to face as against the mines that explode on the running feet of the children affected by war. This only tells us that the photographer longs peace and he is deeply moved by the affected children. His prolonged thoughts are presented with great effect by the use of enjambment in this line and this adds to the effect of continuity of thoughts.
Individuals set off on physical, mental, and spiritual journeys. But what influences a person to take off on one? Writer and adventurer, Kira Salak once said: “If a journey doesn’t have something to teach you about yourself, then what kind of journey is it?” People often embark on a journey to achieve a goal and their experiences teach them that there will be obstacles along the way.
A motif in the novel is that the soldiers are basically animals. They now have instincts like animals, and they live like animals. They only have one pair of clothes and they have to scavenge for food and materials. The begin to rely on their senses to survive on the front. This is significant because it shows what the war has done to all these young men. They’ve been changed for the worse and will never be the same.
Darkness... Darkness is all I see right now I somehow know I 'm not dead but not alive either I 'm in between both like a coma not dead nor alive just sleeping. I look around trying to find away out, "Hello?" I ask but nothing happens I start walking around with no direction not knowing if I 'm going round and round I 'm not scared I actually feel relaxed I don 't know why. "Hello?" I ask again, this time something appears in front of me it 's like a movie screen I stare at it waiting for something to happen. A few seconds later something starts playing; at first it was blurry but it slowly focused, there 's a women and her two children I stare closely at them they look familiar but who are they; I stared closely at them my eyes widen, It was mom, Xavier and me before mom died and Xavier disappeared. We look so happy together swinging on the swing and laughing blowing some bubble here and there the blue and sky and green grass. I remember this day it was my birthday, I was turning 6 that day, and we went to the park together everything was just perfect. I smiled at the memory seeing my moms face hearing her laughter her voice once more. I feel the need of reaching out and hugging her at least one last time but I don 't, and my brother just two years older than me taking care of me making sure I was ok catching me at the end of the slide and kissing my forehead I wish I could hug them both and never let them go. I couldn 't help it no more I just