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It "stirs" their imaginations "like the memory of refused adultery": that is, it becomes a kind of fantasy about what they might have attained but could not or dared not attain. Ultimately, the poem holds out a vision of better things for women, while making clear that this dream will ...
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A Poem About ListeningPresents the poem "A Poem About Listening," by Alan Britt. First Line: If you listen carefully; Last Line: beneath the white shed.Britt, Alanconfrontation
Stewart’s ‘My Father, My Friend’ speaks about the loving relationship the poet has with her father, who has proved to be as much a friend to her as a parent. Through the good times and the bad, he’s always been there to share laughter and tears with her. She wrote: ...
The letter looked as if it had been written with a thumbnail dipped in tar, which it probably had. In the old days, hot tar was kept in the shearing shed and dabbed on any cuts the shearer gave the sheep. The tar would harden almost immediately, seal the cut and stop the bleeding....
Every single film was about a world and/or characters dealing with sins and conflicts of the past. This is the festival that I’ll always remember because I consider it the turning point of the Los Angeles FEEDBACK Film Festival. It wasn’t the easiest event to get through for the ...
Patterson seems to treat this poem as being about a real or imagined lover. I don’t. I read this poem as Dickinson describing a corpse. But what about that third line? The website “Elite Skills“, which I’m pretty sure is written by AI, writes that “The line ‘Her hand was ...
The blood shed for me was shed by my Lord. No treasure on earth could ever replace The reward that I'll reap when I see His face. So let them build kingdoms on the blood of others, Forsaking the love of friends and brothers.
InMystery and Manners: Occasional Prose, Flannery O’Connor said, “Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days.” Using her advice, let’s tap into a childhood memory tocreate a poemtoday. (I see your I-don’t-write-poetry...