"Hi, I'm a friend of your sister And, you probably don't know who I am; But I just wanna say'thanks'for Serving in Viet Nam." They found him lying dead one day, On the floor next to his wheelchair. Burglary the police had said. ...
For my sister on the gurney in that terrible room For my dead sister on the gurney in that terrible cold room For I saw her face and I can still see her face and my sister looked angry and yes I said yes I said yes that is her Sister, sister, the word a caress For Dorothy Alli...
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When I | am dead, | my dearest, Sing no | sad songs | for me; The meter isn't totally regular, however, as readers can see right away here. For one thing, the speaker leaves off the final stressed beat in line 1, a variation she will return to throughout the poem. Still, ther...
What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be...
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Your sister will feel lonely, As your parents try to cope. She wants to be a family, But she's starting to lose hope. Fast forward two years down the road, Your sister's skipping class, Your father looks for comfort In the bottom of a glass. ...
insight waiting to be felled by a word. The Doe could simultaneously be a humorous reference to the unsuspecting victim of her acidic wit. “And every time I speak for Him…” In other words—Every time I, the poem, speak for Him, for Emily Dickinson, the Mountains straight reply. This...
What is clear is that the image is a mummy, a dead person, wrapped in cloth and wound around a bobbin from Hades (home of the dead, also the god of the underworld). Yeats is using mummy-cloth as a symbol for life's experiences on earth, part of his esoteric belief in the gyre,...
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