Essay on Music of the Night: A Short Story

When she was finished, she knew what she had done had been awful. She stood up, did her curtsey, and slowly walked back to her seat. She tried not to cry as she felt every eye in the room fixed upon her, and as she endured the pain from some of the negative comments some people sitting

One of the main themes throughout the book is the title of the book “Night”. There are references from Eliezer about night during the book, which are full of symbolism. The word “night” is used repeatedly, and Eliezer recounts every dusk, night and dawn through the entire book. For instance, Night could be a metaphor for the Holocaust—submerge the family and thousands of Jewish families in the darkness and misery of the concentration camps.

The personal Narrative “Music Tonight” by Stephen Policoff is unusual because it is all about the daughter, but written from the father’s perspective. I was at first confused as to who the transformation would happen to, and it seems that both the father and daughter experience transformations within the piece, but because it is told from the father’s point of view we will focus on him being the character. At first, this story made me feel somber because I was sympathizing with the daughter, however after reading the entire story I realized that this story is not meant to be morose but rather to celebrate the joyous effect that music has on Anna. Simply because she was diagnosed with a neurological degenerative disease I was beginning to

World’s held their breath as one single tear rolled down the cheek of a broken queen. Not a sound was uttered as the breath was released and Penelope wiped her cheeks clean of any sign that she had been mourning as she slid out from between the blankets. She crept through her house, though it could have been a stranger’s without her lord to make it a home. As she stepped onto the soft grass a warm wind whispered in her ears.

For once, she wandered toward him with no children in tow. Today, she wore no linen coif, and her elbow-length, blond hair hung down loose. Percival had not realized how thick and glossy it was. And instead of wearing her typical nanny uniform of a stiff beige tunic dress, she wore a pale blue dress, more fitted at the top, and cinched at the waist with dark leather girdle belt. The belt accentuated the curve of her hips, and he color of her dress brought out the light honey color in her eyes. She was even more beautiful than he recalled, and in that instant, her presence was the balm he needed to soothe his agitated soul. He realized that he’d had but one brief interaction with her earlier in the day, yet her presence was exactly what he needed.

Kate Chopin’s “The Story of An Hour” focuses on a woman named Louise Mallard and her reaction to finding out about her husband’s death. The descriptions that the author uses in the story have significance in the plot because they foreshadow the ending.

“I sang. No, I yelled”, “wrenching words up from my lungs with an energy that was foreign to me. The strange thing was that it wasn’t so hard. All I had to do was put on an act”.(p106, 107)

She woke up everyone else. "Hey guys, we're going job hunting, if any of you want to tag along, get up and get dressed." She said, and of course, everyone just went back to sleep. She rolled her eyes, walking back downstairs. "Alright, lets get going." She said, smiling slightly.

She has been through so much. She saw the Second World War and watched as her mother waves tearfully goodbye to her father, while holding her six-month-old younger sister, Adeline Hazel. She sat on the living-room floor, playing with her younger sister—now five years old—and listened as her mother answered the door and a soldier told her how brave her husband was and how his sacrifice was appreciated. She saw the hesitant cheering of her neighbours after the war was finally declared over. She felt love and heartbreak. She went to her father’s funeral at the age of ten and her mother’s funeral at the age of thirty-one. She was married at twenty-two and was the maid of honour at her sister’s wedding at the age of twenty-eight. She gave birth

Robert Frost’s “Acquainted with the Night” is written in Terza Rima, a very uncommon form first used by Dante Alighieri, the famous Italian poet. Terza Rima is a very cyclical form, with the unusual rhyme scheme interlocking the stanzas. Frost uses this form to represent the cyclical nature of his night time journeys to the edge of town, as well at the cyclical nature of depression and suicidal ideation. The most interesting thing about this poem is how ambiguous it is, and how Frost goes about creating the ambiguity. It is extremely straight-forward, and is not hard to interpret literally.

Hope One may think that at some point of time in one’s life they will go through the tragic stage of darkness and depression. In the poem “Acquainted with the Night”, by Robert Frost, the speaker has gone through the state of darkness and depression, the speaker has inferred on committing suicide. The poet reveals the mood and theme through the use of imagery and symbolism throughout the poem.

It was evident she wore a mask due to her mixed emotions over his death. She cried in her sister’s arms, in her room, and then eventually she realised what this meant for her. “ She said it over and over under her breathe: ‘free, free, free!’” She hoped to be free of her boring comfortable life. She wasn’t delighted, she, instead, was sad and tired.

Literary terms in “Acquainted with the Night” include darkness and loneliness. In the poem, Robert Frost says “I have looked down the saddest city lane”, my belief is that this “street” is lifeless. This poem is obvious taken place in the title, hence the title. The structure of “Acquainted with the Night” is an iambic pentameter, which pattern is, aba bcb cdc dad aa.

Later on, Pamela’s healing process passed, she became involved with these parties by selling lingerie to acquire additional money, plus she enjoyed the merchandise. Pamela asked if I would drive her one night to the appointment she booked. It was at late night, way out towards Newport Beach, and a good distance away, I did agree to drive. The party was a success, and afterward, she shared a secret and asked to stop at this bar to hear this band. On the detour Pamela began sharing information about the principal singer, she was infatuated with him. Taking a seat at the bar she insisted we keep a space between us, Pamela soon leaves her spot, approached the band to where a position is taken a couple of feet from the stage. Pamela is memorized,

“She’s ours now.” She croaked out. “That’s what she would’ve…” The woman broke out into a fit of coughing. Her voice was raw from crying the whole night. How could a place that brought such joy, be the cause of so much grief? After all, it