Apush Poem

“’ But this is merely a negative definition of the value of education’” (23-24). Mark Halliday wrote “The Value of Education” from a first person standpoint. The introduction and the use of “I” demonstrates the poem is about the speaker. Likewise, the speaker uses imagery, self-recognition, and his own personal thoughts throughout the poem. He goes on throughout the poem stating external confrontations he is not doing because he is in the library receiving an education and reading books. With this in mind, the speaker goes on to convey images in your head to show a realization of things he could be doing if he were not in the library getting an education.

Sarah loved her brother dearly. He was in her mind and thoughts most hours of every day. She so desperately wanted to get back to the apartment where that she could find him alive. She was only too late. His body reeked and had a terrible stench. Edouard Tezac said, “There was this smell...The smell of something rotten, putrid. Then my father slowly

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Jenna’s head throbbed, her eyes were hazy, she blinked struggling to make out her surroundings. She became conscious of a wetness on my arms and torso. Craning her head downwards she acknowledged the pool of crimson blood seeping from her forearms. The memory of drawing those thin lines replayed within her head, the distraction of the physical pain from the psychological battle. Having awoken from fainting after a loss of blood she felt faint and dizzy.

Take a minute to imagine “Men looking like they had been/attacked repeatedly by a succession /of wild animals,” “never/ ending blasted field of corpses,” and “throats half gone, /eyes bleeding, raw meat heaped/ in piles.” These are the vividly, grotesque images Edward Mayes describes to readers in his poem, “University of Iowa Hospital, 1976.” Before even reading the poem, the title gave me a preconceived idea of what the poem might be about. “University of Iowa Hospital, 1976” describes what an extreme version of what I expected the poem to be about. The images I

With each impingement, he angrily moaned at his assailants. And, there was even one point in the short film… one moment where you could see him clearly… for just a second or two, an image that burrowed its way into my mind. His harrowed face, the jaundice of his skin, and sunken eyes. He reminded me of my grandfather in the last few days of his life before pancreatic cancer had taken him. How he had become a shell of what he had once been, a blackening peel decomposing before our very eyes.

The subject shuffled in, with his countless wrinkles, his hair peppered white and his threadbare clothes. However, despite his telltale destitute upbringing, unlike many other citizens, his eyes were still full of hope and life. Peculiar. Nevertheless, his value to the regime had diminished, as he could no longer contribute through work thus, he was a suitable candidate. As the drug was administered, the subject began to fade out of consciousness, his bright eyes slowly fading away. Breath in. Breath out. Silence. The whirring of the machinery seemed to dominate the silence, the white and sterile walls reflecting our distorted faces. Then the subject jerked to life.

When he, his wife and a servant escaped from the house, all of his worldly possessions burned in front of his very own eyes. The following day, he visited the ruins and saw that one wall did not cave in. On the wall, he saw a great imprint of a gigantic cat with a rope around its neck. This brought the narrator to believe that during the fire, someone threw the cat inside one of the houses windows when the house was on fire. Since the cellar was made of concrete, it was not destroyed and they decided to live there. After some time, they find another cat with a splotch of white on his chest. They decide to adopt him and bring him home. This cat followed the narrator everywhere and everywhere. This eventually angered the narrator again. When he was in the cellar with his wife the cat made him trip and he was about to kill the cat with a fatal blow with an axe, until his wife stepped in the middle and the axe slammed into her skull, oozing of blood and killing her instantly. He decides to put her body in one of the walls of the cellar, like the monks of the middle ages did. For the next three days he does not see the cat. So he ends up thinking that he is finally a free man. When the police arrive on the 4th day, they check all the nooks and crannies in the room, and they do not see any evidence of a murder. When they are about to leave though, the narrator starts to brag about how well his house is constructed. When he taps the part of the wall where

As he crept and searched more through the house the sicker he became. In the closet he found a “skin” shirt with the breasts still attached along with women's faces mounted on a wall carefully preserved as if they were human hunting trophies. There was a belt made out of women’s nipples, a drawstring to a curtain that had women’s lips sewn into it. However, despite all this, what really makes me sick is they found a box of noses along with dried up women's

Imagery is used throughout the poem to emphasize the finite time humans have on the earth, and how every second should be appreciated. Lines two and three are the speaker’s first use of imagery. Diction in line two illustrates the speaker’s recognition of the phenomena, which is snow in October. The phrase “But this morning” (line 2) highlights that the meaning is not a mundane morning. Most people would be agitated that winter came early, but the speaker seems to be grateful. Furthermore, the speaker describes the snow in a pleasant tone, seen in this line “pale muslin/ stretched across the grass” (line 2-3). This emphasizes that the speaker appricates the early

The smell in the room was overwhelming for her but done what was needed to take care of her brother. Gregory learned to maneuver in his room entertaining himself by climbing the walls and hanging from the ceiling. “Gregory’s nights and days passed almost entirely without sleep” (Kafka, 2006, p.1989). A new cleaning lady was hired and did not fear Gregory referring to him as “the old dung beetle” (Kafka, 2006, p.1991). She came in and cleaned and left. Gregory was eating very little, when he passed by his food he would take a bite. One day his room became very cramped. His family as a way to make money moved in borders. The borders soon discovered Gregory and demanded that they not pay rent for the time they had stayed and to be able to leave right away. The family was exhausted from trying to keep Gregory a secret. His sister did not want to refer to the creature as her brother but instead wanted rid of it. Gregory hurried to his room and the door slammed and bolted behind him. That was the last time he would see his family, when the clock struck three “independently of his will, his head sank to the floor and his last breath streamed feebly from his nostrils”(Kafka, 2006, p.1996). The cleaning lady discovered him the next morning and notified the family at once that he was dead.

Miguel’s stomach churned, and his mind ran rampant. A million imaginary cuts stung his skin. His fellows ignored him, concerned over their own wounds. He passed the time obsessing

Dad- wow what a great fish let me get my phone to take a picture

The poem I read “The Poem Wants a Drink,” by Karen Glenn, title stood out to me immediately because it isn’t a sentence you see often. It’s uncommon to describe inanimate objects as having emotions and desires, such as a poem needing a drink. To me this hinted that the poem was going to have a more dark subject matter or tone. The first stanza confirmed my initial thought that this might not be a positive poem, as the poem describes itself as a “layabout with limited ambitions.” The second stanza opens with the lines “this poem doesn't give a damn for rhyme or reason.” This line stood out to me, first because of the curse word, which is something that is generally avoided in poemes I have seen before.

My three personal favorite poems are To a Mouse, Dover Beach, and To an Athlete Dying Young. These are all very strong poems and have a way deeper meaning to them, then expected. In to a mouse the message in that is the plow will jack you but you can always start over, the message in dover beach is that things may appear good but really there's a deeper meaning, and finally the last message in To an Athlete Dying Young is that bad things can happen to you at any age or any time.