One day, the young lady Darker Than Bronze encountered a dilemma. Thinking she would never get pass this, slumped down diagonally from the expecting mother on the fire wood benches in front of the train station.
She thought in her clouded mind “No one will ever understand”…. “How can so many explain what’s never understood”…. “Or judge the peripheral view when the inside has never been revealed to the surface”.
To walk a mile in someone’s shoes is something no one gave desire for. So, Darker Than Bronze stood from the bench and began to walk towards home. Each step and kick of rock had become a step closer to a breaking point.
Darker than Bronze held the eyes of hope and manifestation. Her hands held the world but through her mirror it
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He spoke again, but in a whisper “Thank you for giving me a chance, offering help even though I didn’t really need it”.
With that the man began to walk away upright and enlightened. Each step he threw off the tattered clothing revealing a business man, each step he wiped the muck from his teeth revealing pearly whites, and each step he smeared the dirt from his rich skin.
Never looking back he smiled victoriously he had gotten his wish, the gift to find hope in the world.
Walking about Darker Than Bronze’s curiosity had gotten the best of her. She decided to unpeel the crumbled brown paper bag sides, away from each other.
At amazement her eyes grew to the size of gumballs stuck in a candy machine. This was her first time ever in life to see such a great quantity of money in her hands. There were one’s, fives, ten’s, twenties, and even a few one hundreds.
She wondered “How did he know? ...... How did he know?”
In her mind she repeated this question over and over looking for a justified reason.
No one ever knew the struggle of Darker Than Bronze back at home. Her family was wavering between going under and rising just enough to the surface.
Darker Than Bronze never had the newest clothes or the latest gadgets.
So for someone random to bless her in such an abundance way was astonishing to her.
All because of a random act of kindness Darker Than Bronze 's smile spread across her face, like the sun blazing from the east and the west. She
God asking why? She said, “And I know we are not going to understand, or like what happens in
On page 12, he wiped the mud off his chest and walked out of the ravine. His friends were in front of him on the way out of the ravine. He thought the scenery looked different on his way out
she thinks the more she comes to realize that she had lost her identity along the way. She in
Robert's going had some way taken the brightness, the color, the meaning out of everything. The conditions of her life were in no way changed, but her whole existence was dulled, like a faded garment which seems no longer worth wearing. She sought him
He looked up at me as I tried to reassure him that he was going to be okay. “Help is on the way.” I could feel the fear in his eyes.
She was confused about why anyone
I cut him off. “I am done with this it is not going to help if you do not believe me.”
He opened the broad oaken door into absolute darkness and began to walk down the stairs. Suddenly, the hewn leather of his shoes slipped on the tired stone and Brother Malcolm plummeted down the stairs, spiralling downwards, making constant, violent contact with each uneven stone. The sharp crack of the stone striking his back made a grim rhythm for his fall.
“Yes, I suppose so. I am sorry for having told you this. I hope you won’t hold it against me. I only wanted to help.”
Then not so far off, I saw Tia and her mother and I ran to her, for she was all that was left of my life as it had been. We had eaten the same food, slept side by side, bathed in the same river…When I was close I saw the jagged stone in her hand but I did not see her throw it. I did not feel it either, only something wet, running down my face. I looked at her and I saw her face crumple up as she began to cry. We stared at each other, blood on my face, tears on hers. It was as if I saw myself. Like in a looking-glass (41).
see. Through it she sees all that she could be and everything that she could have. But she says
In Crossroads and “Just Walk On By” , the characters face similar -yet different challenges such as escape, and alienation.Through acceptance these obstacles are conquered. In comparison they have different perspectives of these themes.
Latium was taken from a Latin word “latus, meaning “wide” or “flat land” located in the south of Rome (Rome Travels, 2015). Historically, Latium was populated by Etruscans, who exercised a strong cultural and political influence in the early Bronze Age. To defend itself from the Etruscan expansion, a coalition of city-states was formed, called the “Latin League”.
Worn shoes patterned softly along the pavement as the young man strolled down a sidewalk in the dark of the night, hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes on the ground before him. As he went from darkness to streetlight, his head bowed further to shield his eyes even further. His pocketed hands aimlessly ran themselves over the contents of his pockets. A phone, a deck of cards, some loose change, a half spent pack of cigarettes and an assortment of other, less noteworthy things. His walk home from who knows where was so far, uneventful. Nothing too unusual. In such a small town, few stayed out long enough to catch him walking by.
Starting in the ancient cities of Mesopotamia, bronze sculptures have been discovered in these ruins (Sturgis). Many more were discovered in the decorated tombs of the Chinese emperors, the discovered towns of Pompeii and Herculaneum, making a great influence on the Renaissance period (Sturgis). Bronze sculptures during this period came to the vanguard of art. However, many centuries had passed before the necessary tools were created to make bronze casting easier during the nineteenth century of the Industrial Revolution (Sturgis). Because of these utensils, bronze casting sprang to the top of the art world again. In recent times, Paris is known for their bronze sculptures since the middle of the nineteenth century. Factories for bronze casting leapt to the top in Paris in order “to cast editions of bronze sculptures for the hundreds of artists who specialized in bronze” (Sturgis). Paris became the place to go to in order to study this renowned style and have their own sculptured edited to bronze (Sturgis). This desire for the artistic fascination caused creations of many bronze sculptures whose beauty and majesty outshines the sculptures of modern times (Sturgis). Paris in the middle of the nineteenth century held the peak of captivation of this form of art.