Pomegranate

A pomegranate is a whole fruit that has endless possibilities built up on it’s tiny inside. Seeds of growth, seeds of intelligence, and seeds of personal development. Within a pomegranate there are many different possibilities. There are many seeds for growth that are inside of a pomegranate, and with the development and maturity they grow and can be used to do wonderful things. There are many ways for a person to find their own identity, and with these so called “seeds,” or as I refer to them

strife and crisis, he attempts create an environment of order and control for the “infant” republic that is just entering its revolutionary era. Eavan Boland’s poem “Pomegranate,” written in 1994, takes a radically different approach to parenthood than Yeats’s “A Prayer for My Daughter.” Rather than try to create a rigid plan for her child to follow, Boland empathizes with her daughter and understands the importance of letting her choose her own path, even if it is wrong or dangerous. She starts

In the beginning of the book Amir and Hassan would often visit a pomegranate tree, near the entrance of a cemetery. When they played by the the tee they would climb the branches, eat the pomegranates, and Amir would read Hassan stories. One day, during the summer, Amir carves “Amir and Hassan, the sultans of Kabul”. With this action, they seal their friendship and claim the tree as their own. After many years later, in a letter from Hassan, he writes how the tree hasn’t borne fruit in many years

because they witness adults enjoying their privileges, so they also want to act according to their own desires. However, all the children have to go through an inevitable period of emotional and physical maturity before reaching adulthood. “The Pomegranate” intensively depicts a maturing teenage daughter and the complicated relationship she now has with her mother. In the poem, Eavan Boland uses multiple literary techniques such as allusion, various syntaxes, and symbolism to underscore the complex

as friends. As Amir and Hassan’s relationship grew, so did the pomegranate tree because the tree was given plenty of nutrients by the healthy soil. The boy’s relationship also grew by the “nutrients” provided by the stories. This motif is used differently in this part of the novel because it is the building, and unchanging evidence of their friendship, “Amir and Hassan, the sultans of Kabul,” they once carved into the pomegranate tree (pg. 27). I believe that this was the moment when the boy’s

Eavan Boland’s poem “The Pomegranate” utilizes the intricacies of the Greek myth of Persephone and elegantly intertwines the story to detail the bond of daughter and mother and the cyclical journey from daughter to mother. The myth of Persephone deeply resonates within Boland due to the versatility and impactful meaning of the story. Which in turn gives the poem a ambivalent and bittersweet emotional narrative with a reflective tone. Boland immediately manipulates the cyclical essence of the poem

The plants did not want to live in a place where they would never feel the sun, and Ceres could not blame them, because she felt the same way. As she walked back in to town she went to explain the situation to Ourias. While Ceres was in the field Ourias and Proserpina began to deliver all the food, going from home to home. As each resident opened their door they smiled at the sight of Proserpina like a cat that just trapped a mouse. At first Proserpina did not notice, but as they day wore on she

of Roman artistic imitation and replication when the Romans admired the most archaic and ancient art) depict the “Anatolian Sisters” of Hera of Samos, Artemis of Ephesus, and Aphrodite of Aphrodisias all wearing the polos. Like the polos, the pomegranate has been associated with the “Anatolian Sisters” of Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite in its function as a fertility symbol and as a symbol of the femine. Lynch proposes in her paper “The Domestication of Hera” that after around 600 B.C., as the Panhellenic

future groom had to find three ripened fruits of a pomegranate tree. But it was not a simple pomegranate. The fruits grew on a single pomegranate tree in the marvelous garden, located in a distant lifeless desert. The tree that was magical. A beautiful garden was guarded by evil spirits, by whom it was impossible to go unnoticed. One young man has been so brave, clever and courageous, that he has passed all the tests and got the magical pomegranate fruits. Returning home, he found out that the king

truthfully. She searched my face for any sign of deceit. “Do you still fave fruit?” “Not much, but I do think we still have a pomegranate.” “Well then I shall eat some pomegranate. However not to much. I don't want to take any chances.” I yelled for the last pomegranate to be taken to her and then helped her into a chair. Then I sat and watched her eat 6 pomegranate seeds before going back to my duties as king of the under world. The next day I took her in my chariot back past Cerberus out the