My Dearest Lucynell's Poem

Juliet is overwhelmed with happiness and brightly laughs, "Oh, Suern, thank you!" She skips over to her servant and envelops her in a large hug.

poem wherein she’s revealing her never-ending love, devotion, and appreciation for her spouse. The fact that she was born around the seventeenth century could mean it is puritan culture for women to remain reserved, regardless of how they may truly feel; however, she makes it her obligation to make her husband aware of feelings, whether positive or negative. She uses figurative language and declarative tone through imagery, repetition, and paradoxes to send her message. "To My Dear and Loving Husband" can be interpreted in many ways by many different people depending how it is initially read. This uncertainty allows the poem to be interpreted on a surface level and on a deeper level.

When she thinks of her mother, “I see her in the summertime. We spent a lot of time outside. We had 70 acres, an orchard and gardens. She had lovely blonde hair that she was very fond of, and she would wear it down in the sun. I see her

Brien 1) Martha love writing letters that quote lines of poetry, but she never mentions

In the book Kettle Bottom there are three sections divided, with several different narrators. The narrators appear and disappear throughout the book. One of the poems stood out, which pertained an exchange of letters between two sisters. During this time period women were often disregarded, and were looked down upon. Fisher including the women in Kettle Bottom, displays her gratitude and how she is sympathetic towards the women. Throughout Kettle Bottom, there is a collection of poems titled “My Dearest Hazel.” The “My Dearest Hazel” collection was the most intriguing to me as it included the Appalachian women and their hardships. The poems specifically focuses in on a young woman Hazel. Each poems shows letters chronologically between

After spending much time with this poem, I found that the first nines lines described Jane's image and personality traits from the speakers' point of view. I found these descriptions to be intimate, as it appears that the speaker knew his student well. The speaker reminisces on these memories of Jane, recalling her qualities

    The speaker tells her story in a very nostalgic, yet optimistic tone. She references the different childhoods throughout her family history, from her grandmother’s childhood to her own. She even made quick remarks about her great grandfathers. While describing memories from her own youth, the speaker sounded as if she longed to go back to those days. She shared memories of dressing up as princesses and falling asleep under her father’s army blanket. Although she sounded very nostalgic, the speaker was hopeful for the future. Towards the end of the poem, the speaker is found saying, “Within the dream of myself perhaps I’d meet my

Oh my dear Juliet, how could you leave me so satisfied this night by filling my heart with love and hope. Your beauty is as if formed by God himself, such perfection that neither the sun nor moon could ever compare, not even together. You brought light into my dark life, you are my angel, my savior, my everything, that such words are insufficient to describe my gratitude. The excitement that I feel every time I see you, is so huge that even Venus would be jealous because she doesn’t have this type of love; passionate, truthful, sensitive, and so bright that it could be confused by a galaxy star.

Old Lucy is quite witty and will take advantage of anything in her path. When she realizes that Mr.Shiflet is willing to work, she offers food and shelter, but can't offer any money. She speaks to Mr.Shiflet one day about young Lucy, how amazing of a woman she is. Once Mr. Shiflet's interest had been caught Older Lucy talks highly about younger Lucy along with lying about how old she is to make her appear younger. She quotes, "You want you an innocent woman, don't you? One that can't talk, can't sass you back or use foul language. That's the kind for you to have. Right

Rhyme: Oh my darling, oh my darling/ oh my darling valentine/ you are perfect and I love you/ and I ‘m glad that you are mine.

“Why are you sorry?” a female woman’s voice. I jumped forward spinnign aroudn to see Eliza quietly lying against me, still. “Over here” she said. I tuend over to her. She had long blonnd hair going over her shoulders and in front of her face. She had light ski wth bright blue eyes. She wore a white frilly dress that passed her ankles.

Jessie Bedford: Oh hi Lucy... really that sounds so great i can’t believe you’re in London and then next week you will be in Paris for fashion week, and i just can’t believe that your designs are going to be featured in the show how exciting!! Oh gosh i am so proud of you and yes luna is wearing her dress you made her, yes she loves the pom poms….haha no way… she’s playing on the playground. Oh right that’s okay cya lucy, love you too.

On another lazy afternoon by the pool, Clare, lounging beneath a sunshade, composed a short poem in blank verse. She felt that writing rhyming verse was sometimes too arduous a task. The poem was, as were all her poems, written for Rachel. She scribbled it down on the back of a postcard; deliberating afterwards whether to actually send it, even sticking a stamp on it and writing Rachel 's address underneath:

I am glad that she answers me back and as well the other girls who wrote her a letter. Inside of the letter, she writes that she liked my letter and, as well other girls’ letters. She wrote that she was impressed and flattered by the close attention we paid to her poem. As well, she mentioned that she found interesting to look back at her one of the oldest poems for a very long time. For my first question that

I wonder if she still remembers me, I cannot seem to forget her no matter how hard I try. Her warm smile, her caring unique blue eyes, her delicate hand that looked nothing like a servant's hand which was surprising, her wavy brown hair that decorated her face; she really was beautiful. She looked more like a princess than a servant if you ask me. But you know, we do not all get to choose our lives.