Throughout the entirety of the poem the mother compares her life to stairs that are broken down, dark, missing steps, and steps with tacks in them but she states she has never stopped climbing “But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on,” and she used repetition by repeating a line to drive home the fact that her life hasn’t been easy. “And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.” Using these two methods the mother clearly states that even though life isn’t easy but you must keep climbing and…
Secondly, you will want to consider what rhetorical techniques the author employs in an attempt to successfully convey the meaning(s) and significance(s) you have identified through your careful reading. How does the author attempt to appeal to and persuade his reader?…
I awoke today with the light streaming into my room and hearing the birds chirping in the distance. As I regained my conscience, I smelled the mold and felt damp room conditions all around me that imprisoned me. It reminded me of what would have happened only in a nightmare. It was only yesterday that Corey, Nurse, Hale and I had gone to help the accused women. So many times I felt that I could win the battle, yet just as many times I could feel the rope slipping through my fingers.…
Thirsty I made my way towards the kitchen to pour myself a glass of Cranberry Pomegranate juice. Sitting around what’s left of the dining room table one of its hinges obliterated merely three table legs left as a support. A branch from the oak tree near the kitchen window kept tapping against the walls and windows as the wind blows. This branch at night when the murky moonlight blooms against the massive tree meticulously resemble an oversized man with a knife trying to break into the house. I often dreaded coming down the stairs for a cup of water or juice late at night when the lights were off. The terrified image and screeches sound on the window always send me scurrying right back to my room and ducking under the covers trembling for dear…
Sequence 1 taught me that every writer will stumble upon many obstacles. My struggle was getting through those obstacles such establishing a coherent…
This is my first time writing an essay about explicating poems, and actually I do not really like poetry, although they are beautiful and interesting because I often have a hard time to understand tem. In this essay, I choose two poems to explicate, which is “Nothing Gold Can Stay” and “The Road Not Taken”. Through the process of completing this assignment, I have a lot of struggles such as the deeper meaning of each line, the grammar, the balance between two poems, and the figurative languages. Furthermore, when I am writing the essay, I have problems of looking for the metaphor and explain them, I am struggling with its meaning and what it is referring to. Meanwhile, the topic sentences and thesis statements are one of the biggest problem…
I was scared, scared of our adolescent love and where it would lead. I kissed my fear instead of her. The rumbling of the train drowns out my thoughts into reality. I’m on my way West Point, I’m on my way to New York, a lifelong dream of mine, something I’ve been awaiting for a while. West Point has always been somewhere in between delusion and prophesy and now…. Now I couldn’t be bothered, I find it now intimidating, daunting, it has a castle like structure and it feels uninviting. I want to write, I want my work to flood the minds of others and inspire. I no longer want war, I want no part of it. As I’m skimming through the newspaper at hand, I see an article on how some madman burnt the York Cathedral to the ground. Oh how I long to be the one to write that, a grand soliloquy written by me, Edgar Allan Poe, but somehow I put myself on this train. I’m not happy on this train, I’m not happy where this train is taking me, I’m not happy I’m alone, I’m not…
I chose to use the formalist approach when reviewing this story. This approach takes a look at the literary work itself and uses form and development as its’ main focus. Writers use literary tools the same way an artist would use different colors of paint. Writers use these tools to create representations of things they believe have great importance in their stories. This approach allows you to really get into the meaning of a story. You are able to begin to break-down the stories and discover what techniques the writer used, and what they were trying to express by using those literary tools.…
Moreover, repetition adds to the imagery of the poem and helps support the theme. "Tell", "ain't", "crystal stair", "tacks", "splinters", "torn", "places", "carpet", "time", "peace", "climb", "corners", "steps": the constant repetition of p's, t's,and s's render the reader completely breathless imitating the exhaustive uphill…
and motivation behind this poem seemed well put together and almost simple for one to…
In “The Philosophy of Comparison” Edgar Allen Poe, famous writer, gives inside explanation of his methods and approaches on how a good writer strives to write well. Poe’s idea behind this piece of writing was for one to improve their writing to become a stronger writer. He clarifies this by giving a step-by -step breakdown of his poem “The Raven”. The Raven is one of the most well known pieces of writing in Poe’s career as a writer, he wrote this piece after the death of his wife, Loren. He kept them poem relatively short at a hundred and eight lines starting with the 15th stanza and building the rest of it around that 15th stanza. In this text Poe states that there are three essential theories linked to the success of literature. Length,…
Edgar Allan Poe’s poem is structured into four stanzas, each one longer than the one before. There are a lot of change in the meter, although the dominant one is the trochaic meter, as seen in line 15: [Hear the] [mel- -low] [wed- ding] [bells], where Poe creates a catalectic line. The poem has a turbulent and irregular rhyme scheme throughout the poem. Without even going into the content of the poem, it is obvious that Poe is creating an unstable environment for the reader. This is clear due to the rhyme scheme and the inconsistent lengths and the out-spacing of the lines.…
Of the bat, I was very skeptical about your actions at the party. It seemed normal for you to drive Kate back to her house. But after that, when it wasn’t known whether you went back to the party or if you were there for the whole thing, is when I began to build suspicion. At the party most of the people were blotto, but you were sober. This tells me that you knew your actions and how they have consequences.…
We walked up the stairs and I felt a chill go through my bones, I started to count the blue fuzzy steps that were stained brown with coffee stains. You could see the dull boring white paint with flakes that pointed out the chipping and revealed the age of the building. The smell of lemon and lavender hit me like a wave in the ocean crashing onto the shore.We eventually reached the top of the stairs and approached the purple door with a white flakey knob, and as she turned it you could hear it squeak and then finally stop as she revealed a perfectly polished pink room. A carpet was laid on the ground it was so orange and soft that I kept myself seated on the ground admiring the carpet as I briskly, yet lightly, brushed my fingertips across it. All of a sudden my thought were interrupted by the sound of a snip. It took me a while to register what was going on, but as soon as I saw the long brown curl on the delicate carpet I felt myself cringe. I continued to sit there as lifeless as my fallen hair on that beautiful carpet. It felt like torture sitting there with all my words stuck in my throat; it was as if I never even had…
I then began to climb up the mountain in hope of surmounting the top. The sound of the boots treading on the many pine cones and sticks on the ground echoed throughout the mountain. When I reached the top I looked back down and saw all the marvels of wildlife I thought to be my loyal subjects staring up at me. The wind whispered around me and almost lifted me into the clouds that were not too distant from where I was standing. I could be anyone I wanted and I didn’t have any worries about what I would face when I went back down. There was no one on top of the mountain who would tell me about the research paper I had to do or about the girl who says she hates my guts. When I’m at this special place I am in a state of reverie that is a form of escape from the many worries that I have left back in reality. But like all good things in life they have to come to an end and I eventually had to venture back down the mountain. As I trekked down the mountain all these fears, that had plagued me once before, started to trickle back into my mind, and I lost that state of relaxation that the top of the mountain brought to me. As we left the cabin in the station wagon, I looked back and saw all the leaves falling down for my departure and the wind made it as if the tree branches were waving good bye to me as the dust behind the car clouded up my vision.…