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He also uses other devices such as a pun, applied in the line, "And to whom I was like to give offence." The last word of the line simply emphasizes the importance of the subject, the fence. The most prominent figure of speech, however, is the ironic, "Good fences make good neighbors." This is completely opposite of the connotation of the poem

glance at the poem “Another Lullaby for Insomniacs” by A.E. Stallings, it can seem like the subject is insomnia just for the title but it has more than depth than that. In order to understand what the theme of the poem is, readers must analyze is line by line. After doing so, you should come to realize that the theme is that theirs this guy who’s broken hearted over his lover who moved because he didn’t put a ring on her finger and now he can’t sleep over it. Numerous readers don’t look inside a

It was 40,000 feet above the ground. A big bald white guy shoves himself in an economy class seat next to the window with his big puffy sky-blue pillow by his side. The other passengers might have wondered how did he carry such a big pillow with him and why would he, but many sure are jealous of him. May be it was worth it to carry such a big pillow. It was a full flight with a 3-4-3 seating arrangement and the plane was dark. It was almost silent, but there were the machine sounds of the heavy plane

In the first stanza, the artist, Justin Vernon, wishes for a thinned out and broken love to heal. Vernon asserts that he is deeply hurt in regard to his partner not being who she pretended to be. The pouring of salt mentioned in the second line is parallel with this theme because many people revere salt for its healing and preservative properties. Ultimately, Vernon believes this metaphorical salt can fix and preserve his relationship as if nothing had ever gone wrong. A veneer “covers something’s

courses at Local Community College. Students walk in and out of the building all day and stop only to enter a classroom or buy food from the vending machines which fill one corner of the building’s long hallway. Often, students sit on the chairs that line the walls while waiting for a class to start, but for now the hallway is nearly empty and waiting for the ambush of students. Outside the classroom, a number plaque reading one-hundred and seventy is sitting on the wall framed in blue. Another

to die and how. She tries to show us the important words and meanings by capitalizing it and she leads us with her title to the next line and makes it even more interested for the reader. The second line “he kindly stopped for me” is about

in our heads in already chaotic in nature; it add insult to injury, the bird is eating and patrolling the bay, assumedly for another animal to devour – a fish. Also another bird enters the picture. Although much less extreme, the “heron “ found in line 6 makes an appearance. How this inspires chaos is evident – “rose off a boulder where he’d been invisible,/ drifted a little, stood again.” The heron from the background makes himself known, disquieting our original ideal of a peaceful stroll. The

The waiting area is heaven when comparing it to the option of sitting on the cardboard bench in your shack and having discussions with your family. With all the line waiting, convenient security checks, and more waiting; the airplane ride itself can be expected to be even more enjoyable. As you first make your way around the plane, attempting to locate your seat, remember that some people find it necessary to block

“recede” directly oppose each other, in that “dream” embodies the idea of possibilities while “recede” suggests that the dream is constantly out of reach. The receding is also shown through the structure of the poem. Throughout the poem, the receded lines become more and more scarce, which could parallel Dickinson’s ability to refrain from what she considered to be sinful activity as time went on. The period at the end of the title is one of only three finishing punctuations in the entire poem, making

Sometimes, art is a joke, or an explanation, or a song. Art can inspire, destroy, or create. Art can be whatever you need it to be. Sometimes, you need a scream. A scream into a void telling it what you think and feel all the while hoping for a scream back. That 's what Ode on Intimations of Immortality From Early Childhood by William Wordsworth is, Wordsworth 's desperate attempt to scream into the void the best he could. But, what is he trying to say? The title is the first indication of the meaning