My dearest Lucynell, How I've watched you grow near the western water well, Your strength surpasses even the Sun herself. I recall when you were only a smidge taller than your favorite shelf, Looking up at me with bright, beautiful eyes that are most innocent, With your dirty blonde hair, rosy cheeks, and dress adorned with light lint, You've made me quite a happy old bell, My dearest Lucynell. My dearest Lucynell, Now you're taller than that ol' well, An' tougher than any rainstorm or hail, Wish your deadbeat dad would at least send you some mail, With your skin as lovely as porcelain, I'll always keep you safe in your darling den, My dearest Lucynell. My dearest Lucynell, Wouldn't I worry you'd always fall right in that well, I should
Brien 1) Martha love writing letters that quote lines of poetry, but she never mentions
Lucy & La Mer is the stunning musical endeavor of Los Angeles based singer, songwriter and activist Lucy LaForge. Lucy’s sound consists of delicate indie folk melodies, alluring pop layered vocals, and her signature baritone ukulele.
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
Anne Bradstreet's poem, To My Dear and Loving Husband, shows her profound love and undying affection for her husband. For a Puritan woman who is supposed to be reserved, Bradstreet makes it her obligation to enlighten her husband of her devotion. She conveys this message through her figurative language and declarative tone by using imagery, repetition, and paradoxes.
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
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.
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.
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
The poem begins with Aurora Leigh's observations of her aunt. "Her somewhat narrow forehead braided tight/ As if for taming
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.
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.
Upon first reading “St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves,” it might seem like an imaginative fantasy and nothing else. The story focuses on the daughters of a pack of werewolves, and it takes place in a world where the werewolves and their daughters are nothing out of the ordinary. But upon closer examination, this is a story rooted in reality. This inventive tale parallels several real world phenomena. Karen Russell uses allegory in “St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves” to objectify western society’s views of people outside of that society and of outsiders in general, and compare them to the views that people have of wild animals.
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.
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 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.