Traveling Through the Dark by William Stafford In his poem, "Traveling Through the Dark," William Stafford presents the reader with the difficulty of one man's choice. Immediately, the scene is set, with the driver, who is "traveling though the dark" (line 1) coming upon a recently killed deer. At first, his decision with what to do with the deer is easy; he knows he must push it off the edge for the safety of other motorists, but then, a closer examination of the deer reveals to the man
Often, we cannot see the good in something until we’ve experienced the bad. Dante Aghileri, a poet who stars in his Divine Comedy as a pilgrim, finds himself lost in a dark wood. Though he sees a safe path to the light and out of the wood, he is forced to take an alternate route through an even darker place. The Divine Comedy is an allegory representative of the Christian soul. As the ending is bright and hopeful for Dante, Aghileri spreads that the ending for even the most sinful Christians can
Dante and the Nature of Sin Often, we cannot see the good until we have experienced the bad. Dante Alighieri, a poet who makes himself the main character in his Divine Comedy, finds himself lost in a dark wood at the start of The Inferno. Though he sees a safe path out of the wood towards an alluring light, he is forced to take an alternate route through an even darker place. As the ending of the pilgrim Dante’s voyage is bright and hopeful, Alighieri the poet aims to encourage even the most sinful
keeping it very two dimensional. The colors vary between dark and light throughout the painting. In the top right corner, the sun, outside the painting, shining down, aluminates the castle and also the lone tree at the bottom left corner. Besides the back cliff, the rest of the painting is in shadow and displayed in a much more melancholy tone. The colors that Cole focuses on, to display the sharp contrast between rock and nature, are mostly dark greens and gold. The striking blue of the river stands
” life decisions are made by the speaker. The speaker is going for a walk in the woods and shortly he comes across a split in the paths. After contemplating which path he should go down, he makes a decision and pursues with that choice. Furthermore, the decision that is made is shown through a calm metaphor that compares the speaker’s action of the choice of the path to go down, and displays his emotion of stress along with relaxation. As well as a metaphor, there is a use of alliteration in the
It was the middle of the day, but the sky was a darker blue than usual and there were a few stars out. It was a bit chilly despite being a clear day in August. The mountains I saw ahead were too dark to be distinguishable from one another. For that brief minute, the sun had disappeared. Seeing the total solar eclipse was the best experience of my summer and one of the best experiences of my life. My family and I went to go see it in Great Smoky Mountains National Park in Tennessee. I had been really
to detach from reality, if only for a moment, is her account of Little Red Riding Hood. This use of the fairytale offers Annemarie a way to distract herself from the dangerous and scary task she has been given. As Annemarie continues further on the path, her surroundings
All the flash lights in the dark night are what caught my eye first. When I divide the order of paintings into upper, middle, and lower, I feel that there is a higher ruling class living there. Two men in the middle and one woman each of three figures is holding an object in their hands that might symbolize different subjects of something and dreams of the life of the ruling class through the object. Three people in the middle are looking at the lights or building ahead. It looks like they are trying
and done we started our journey up the mountain. The place of where we started was at a entrance followed by a leafed over path. The beautiful yellow grass was spread out covering the start of the mountain as if mother nature was declaring the land to be hers. From the little open field we made our way into a forest with our wooden hiking sticks in hand. As we walked the path a *squish* could be heard as our feet hit the mud. We didn’t pay the mud much mind as we had decided that the owl on a nearby
mother what was down that dark, woven path because I always found that it might be important or that it might lead to something more. We would drive the dusty, dirt road and go around the sharp, dangerous bend heading towards my beloved aunt’s house instead of just taking the safer route which was going straight down the mysterious path. The entrance that I would later enter frequently, was always lined with multiple trees, making it impossible to see any further down the path. When I grew into my teen