Rymird Grasslands Chapter 1 Analysis

It is a fabulous place: when the tide is in, a wave-churned basin, creamy with foam, whipped by the combers that roll in from the whistling buoy on the reef. But when the tide goes out the little water world becomes quiet and lovely. The sea is very clear and the bottom becomes fantastic with hurrying, fighting, feeding, breeding animals”(57)

White foam spreads across a carpet of clear blue. The carpet rises, and the foam curves off the back and crashes to the ground. It travels back across a desert of sand and repeats its actions. The morning sun meets the surface, bouncing off and chasing the reflection of the birds flying. Screams of excitement run past me, their bodies wading into the deep blue. Fiberglass skimming across the top, breaking the perfect surface. There was no looking back now. My heart jumps as i follow closely behind. My arms moving fast, diving deep into the warm liquid. Eager to get to the Hawaiian Dives. We start to slow, the sharp, brown rock, marks the bottoms of my feet as i run across. My hands grip onto the rock as i throw my body up to stand. You could see everything from up there.

But as the poem continues, it is interrupted by events that are unnaturalistic which shifts the view of the beach. In the poem, a point occurs where the beach is drastically changed both physically and mentally: “You hear the grating roar… But now I only hear / Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar / Retreating, to the breath” (Arnold 9, 24-26) The differences between the “grating roar” and the “withdrawing roar” of the beach is that when water crashes closer towards land, the beach grates against rocks on purpose. But “withdrawing” roars of the beach shows that the beach wants to escape from land, and venture “down the cast edges… and naked shingles of the world”(Arnold 27-28) where no men can interfere. This excerpt further justifies that men have become too overwhelming and warlike to a point where everyone wants to flee from the danger. The “melancholy [and] long[ing]” of the beach shows that this war won’t end in the near future and will gradually continue. Arnold further justifies taking a stand for oneself when stating how the beach moves towards the “naked shingles of the world.” The beach could be viewed as citizens because in the beginning, we are mostly innocent and calm but whenever an event takes place, we just go along with the circumstance, similar to how water flows with each other and never goes off by itself. We follow what society tells us to do and what is safe to do but in the end, people, running from a problem isn’t the best solution and should stand up for what is

At high tide, the sounds of the waves crashing along the rocky shore was a steady rhythm of rumbling, sometimes booming like thunder. The colors of the ocean always reflecting the sky.

The beautiful musical trio of waves crashing onto the perfectly golden dipped shore, seagulls cawing as they fly away to identify their next prey, and the shrills of children create a symphony for my ears. Whenever I am laying on the beach, I feel so serene; I feel as if I have no worries in the world. The beach is my sanctuary.

A cool breeze lifted off the waves and struck Ella’s face. She walked along the edge of the beach, where the water met the sand, desperately trying to dodge each wave that crashed ever so close to her feet. Ahead of her, seagulls were fighting over something. Ella rushed over to where the seagulls were perched, sending a flock of birds screaming and squawking into flight and then landing back on the ground only meters away.

Savanna grasslands have a very low diversity of wildlife. The grasslands have many grazing animals and fast moving animals who eat the grazing animals.

He's offered us a completely abstract image which offers layers of large blocks of color that affect each other with regard to pushing and pulling, into and out from, the picture plane. It contrasts those ordered rectilinear blocks with a series of chaotic splotches that seem to shrink down in decreasing size, all the way down to passages that are almost pointillist in feel. So we get from this visual context, a kind of sense of landscape, which is reinforced by the fact that the dominating color along the lower part is a kind of tawny sand-like color; and the dominating light blue above it, suggests the shore of the sands and the sky, and then all of that green dominated material in between could be taken to be vegetation that is growing on the edge of the sea, into the sky. (L40,

Seagulls soared delicately over my head and the race of the waves upon the shore had made it clear that it was the perfect summer day in California. Various kites of contrasting colors and shapes flew overhead as they danced with the wind. In its essence, the exquisite body of the abysmal, salty water glistened to its heart’s content. My mom, my sister, and many of the many friends of my mother’s were enjoying a pleasant stroll in the cool breeze. T-shirts, shorts, sunglasses, and vibrant colored swimming suits were what filled the San Diego beach as a common apparel.

On the large, slightly ovoid world of Teragoth, the morning sun inches over the horizon.  It makes a feeble attempt to burn through the many layers of cloud, but it is too early for its rays to strike the heaving sands and transform them from steely grey to dappled blue and green.  The sea is high and the weather windy.  White spray leaps from the top of each crest to sting and hiss across the uneven peaks, like sand across a desert and just as painful.

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Low grasses rustled under their feet, and the wind touched all with its cold breath, but the hills were quiet. The birds kept to the valleys, and any larger animal moved far away at the slightest scent of men. They had the hills to themselves as the day grew.

The appearance of Dover Beach at this time is only of what the human senses can envision. The speakers looks beneath the surface of Dover Beach and unveils the true nature of the sea. When Arnold stops to really listen to the sea, “he only hears the sea’s melancholy, long, withdrawing roar.” (9). Arnold justifies the theory that things are not always what they appear to be. The world only ‘seems’ to be beautiful, but is ‘really’ a place of conflict, chaos and dangerous misunderstandings.

The day was warm and muggy; it was the perfect weather to go to the beach. In here it is always sultry in summer or in winter. Murud is a lovely beach that stretches miles along the blue Arabian Sea. The water was clear and a rich deep blue in color. Not a patch of sea weed in sight. The fine sand burning feet as I hear the sound of the waves crashing and the cool sea breeze brushing by.

“Oh, I don’t know, Proserpina, you have never been there alone before.” I replied, gazing around at my sprawling, tranquil, countryside village with its narrow streets and crumbling walls. Behind me hung the hauntingly, dark, dense, hilly forest, but I contemplated the sparkling, crystal clear blue ocean on the horizon in front of me, beyond the village’s patchwork of lush fields full of vegetation.