The poem I chose was We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks. When I look at the title of this poem, it brings to mind many things. First of all, it shows an image of an arrogant bunch of guys that just wander the street. Another way to see it is that they are going for it recklessly...
I couldn't write a poem(诗) or a passage. I really felt upset, but I practiced more.Now I am the best writer in the class and when we had a competition (竞赛),I won a prize. I just finished the competition yesterday. Now I know you must do a lot of things to make your ...
When she goes outside, the things she normally doesn’t pay much attention to suddenly reveal their beauty: the plants growing in the cracks of the sidewalk, the shimmering puddles, the notes from a violin drifting in the air. She revels in this strangeness of the familiar, and eventually ...
The sub-title of the poem “We Real Cool” by Gwendolyn Brooks, which is, “The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel”, tells the reader what the poem is about. However, poems are more than just written words and titles, they are born out of intense feelings such as love, sadnes...
I am often asked to connect this beautiful poem with the author….a poem I read to my students and one which I read to myself….often! I was the type of person, That held onto things too tight, Unable to release my grip,
He can’t remember his very first song. “But I do remember the first poem I recited, when I was 6 years old. It was a homecoming over in East Texas. One of those all day singing, dinner on the ground things. And my grandmother, who had raised me, taugh...
kind of chilling: van Leeuwenhoek saw things under his microscopes that had NEVER EVER BEEN SEEN before.My son and I reflected upon this crazy wonderfulness after seven years of heel dragging, the Royal Society in London finally accepted van Leeuwenhoek as a Fellow (1677) ...
A Latin phrase that generally means "all other things being equal." chad The little paper circles that fall from the hole-puncher. Generally used to mean the leftovers, the worthless part that remains after you've got what you want. chaff The stuff left over after harvesting wheat. changelin...
I am often asked to connect this beautiful poem with the author….a poem I read to my students and one which I read to myself….often! I was the type of person, That held onto things too tight, Unable to release my grip,
“Maybe I don’t really want to get things done. Maybe I want to sleep or go to Palm Springs and have sex with my husband on my parents leather couch and have nothing I have to do for ten days except buy a toenail clipper.” And I felt bad about this cause I want to be one ...