One of the most striking techniques that Teasdale uses is repetition. The poem opens with the repetition of the phrase "Remember me," which is repeated three times throughout the poem. This repetition creates a sense of urgency and insistence, as if the speaker is desperate to be remembered ...
To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sw...
You must wash your mouth out for three years before you’ll get it. The talkative teacher can hardly open his mouth. He draws in his tongue. Those who know the law fear it. Why then bring it up this way? Northern Dipper, Southern Star---their positions are not different: Why call ...
“I got the hook-up from my baby mama / While you fetish freaks get it off the black market.”If the cover art left any room for doubt, the lyrics soon make it clear that Dominique Purdy’s approach to the subject of his latest single is every bit as literal as it is cartoonish. ...
It's revolting and compelling. Cameras must be kept away from dust but they find it highly photogenic. The very same month, a little English journal publishes TS Eliot's poem The Waste Land. "I will show you fear in a handful of dust." And what if dust is really the key to the ...
“Stewardship is a theological belief that humans are responsible for the world, and should take care of it. Believers in stewardship are usually people who believe in one God who created the universe and all that is within it, also believing that they must take care of creation and look ...
an outsider's as well as an insider's. A distance, so to speak, from which you may observe more detachedly. It is as in Su Shi's poem, 'You may not see the true features of Mt Lu/when you lose yourself in the mountains'," he told me, in a poem-quoting manner typical of In...
My Hand must do that Thing For which my Life was lent. When, wrapped in Flame, your Home’s a blackened Shell,‘Tis growing rather late to Dig a Well. [^ I think this is in a subhashita collection too] Your Acres teem with Rice; — but still A Pint a Day is all you eat. Yo...
Pete doesn’t really write in poem form. It’s not like stanza, stanza, stanza — it’s very free form. So you’re finding the rhythm of it. Sometimes the meaning eludes me for a while. I’ve been in the in the dressing room before thinking about a song we’ve played for two ...
Hmm... I thing that first I have to learn more before "DO" something, so I Stop to make experiments until I read about something that I want to do, I must read and read more,. But I THANKS you for yours answers for me about my problem,. But so far I stopped testing with this...