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“We’d crawl in shame in the emptiness we’d made in our own father’s backyard,” pens Mary Oliver regarding the shame that she would feel for cutting the black walnut tree a symbol of her family. In a similar manner, Sarah Mary Taylor writes about a quilt that the speaker obtains in her youth and how she hopes that it will remain a symbol for her family and life. In order to effectively convey the symbolism of their families, both authors employ figurative language and imagery that supports their symbolic meaning.…
Contrastingly in “Catrin” the imagery is extended to demonstrate the permanence of the relationship between the mother and daughter. “Red rope of love” and “From the heart’s pool that old rope”. This metaphor implies the mental and physical bonds between the two people. Alliteration in “red rope” emphasises the sense of anger that love can sometimes cause. The rope is a metaphorical tie between the mother and daughter which connects the two, despite their differences. Furthermore the “red rope” contrasts with the colour of the white room. This depicts how the passion of the relationship stands out in the “hot, white room” of the hospital that is mentioned earlier in the poem. Extended imagery helps to establish how the love between the mother and daughter is unconditional and constant despite any conflict, unlike the relationship between the maiden and the lord in “Cousin Kate” where the persona is just tossed aside when a prettier woman comes along.…
The Neo-Assyrian human headed lion called a Lamassu along with the human headed bull were the sole guardians and protectors of important doorways in the Assyrian palaces. Therefore, these human headed creatures needed five legs because they need to look intimidating along with their enormous wings so that they can confront any evil force that is hinging upon attacking the Assyrian palace. Also, the five legs were given to these creatures so that they can execute their job as guardians of the palace because from the front the creature is standing still, but from the side is a different perspective where the creature is active and gliding.…
Seeing the things she doesn’t have hurts her intensely. In the French version of the text it is said that “[s]he had a well-to-do friend, a classmate of convent-school days whom she would no longer go to see, simply because she would feel so distressed on returning home. And she would weep for entire days from vexation, regret, despair and anguish” (Maupassant 1). Her thirst for more bring emotional grief onto herself. Furthermore, the climax of her life, the product of all of her wanting, is short lived by the loss of the necklace. Her self pride as a higher class woman stops her from telling the truth and decides to buy a replacement for her friend forcing her to lose all her money and material belongings and begin to live in true poverty. The narrator then describes her complete loss of beauty, “[s]he had become the woman of impoverished households — strong and hard and rough. With frowsy hair, skirts askew, and red hands” (Maupassant 5). In fact, she has changed so much that her friend could not recognized her shown because when she greats her, the narrator states “The other astonished to be familiarly addressed by this plain goodwife, did not recognize her at all, and…
After reading “Young hero Simba defeats old villain Scar: Oedipus wrecks the Lyin’ King” I am surprised at the many proposed and also doubtful of the true intentions of the many theories that are present in the article. The main theory that this article focuses on is Oedipal psychology. Odeipal psychology is the belief that a child has a desire to engage in sexual relations with their parent of the opposite sex. In terms of the movie The Lion King that would be Simba desiring to have relations with his mother, Sarabi. However, I disagree with this theory.…
From that day on roses and thorns permeated the Earth, and are often used as a symbol of love. The thorns of a rose remind you that in life, not everything fills you with joy. There will always be sadness and distress, but when the rose appears, happiness, joy, and hope overpower the darkness. Beauty and love coexist with the depths of…
What a perfect time to return home in Camelot. Even though i do not have a permanent residence in which i can call my home, King Arthur's castle is the one place i can rely to be welcomed and treated as family. I refuse to complain, however after spending much of the year surveying the kingdom, i have grown quite tired. Only after arriving at the gigantic stone walls protecting the closest family i have, do i realize how much i missed being here. Upon entering, i am greeted with yells and shouts, applause and laughter as me and my fellow knights have survived long enough for another reunion. Voices overlap with,"Take a seat!", "Have a drink!", "Tell me the stories of your journies, it's been too long!", and soon enough my mind is clouded with pure happiness and the undying emotion of gratefullness. What better time to be home than for the holidays. Last year i was unable to enjoy this moment because lady Guinevere's mother was ill. King Arthur wanted me to accompany her on the journey to visit her. He would have gone of course but i assured him it was far too dangerous for him to leave, and what better hands to leave her in than my own? A week we traveled in horribly cold weather. Up rocky mountains and across large barren fields of ice we traveled. I remember during that bleak time, some scruffy purple tinted balls sparsely sprouted throughout the snow. They seemed to be the only thing to bring a smile to the ladies face. "Even beautiful things can sprout from the most harsh and brutal environment", i nodded understanding this was the sign of hope she needed. So on my way here, i decided to take a different route, only slightly out of the way. A few more hours was every bit worth the look on lady Guineveres face when i handed her several plucked snow flowers. I know eventually i will have to leave, and i await the challenges coming my way with great anticipation, for serving my king is the greatest honor. However, i do not deny that i wish nights like these never…
The United States government is the largest buyer of a wide variety of goods and services in the entire world. According to Ransom (2014), The U.S. government spends approximately $500 billion a year contracting goods and services for civilian employees and our military, including things as simple as office supplies like staplers to more essential items such as bulletproof vests and military clothing and materials, even janitorial services. Small businesses in America help to provide a sizeable amount of these purchases with assistance of the Small Business Administration (SBA). The SBA was founded on July 30, 1953, and was a derivative of President Herbert Hoover’s Reconstruction Finance Corporation (RFC) that helped America’s small businesses…
<br>Beatrice: indeed my lord, he lent it me awhile, and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one. Marry, once before he won it off me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it.…
My biggest and most recent leadership experience takes place in school. My drama director chose me to be his assistant director for latest musical, Hairspray. For him to entrust me with creative control for a project that would executed in front of lots of people in our community meant a lot to me and drove me to direct the show in the best way possible. My job includes organizing rehearsals, some vocal direction, assessing of blocking and movement, and some dramatic direction.…
My hair is force to be reckoned with. Its cascading fury flurries around everything, my shoulders, my back, the chair that catches it in its unwavering maw. It’s strong, it lasts through any torture I force upon it. It falls out in clumps and chunks when I tug and pull too much, but mom says that’s normal because my hair is so thick. I have the fullest head of hair in the family, she likes to tease. She’ll affectionately twirl it between her fingers and create little ringlets that fall down and tickle my chin because I didn’t pull it up into a messy ponytail.…
And she smiled with proud and simple joy. Madame Forestier, quite overcome, clasped her by the hand. “Oh, my poor Mathilde. But mine was only paste. Why, at most it was worth only five hundred francs!” “Only five hundred francs!” Madame Loisel gasped. Lost in thought, she began to feel sick. Thinking that she has just wasted ten years; doing heavy housework, hateful duties of cooking, bargaining with the butcher and many others, along with living the life of a pauper. “Oh darling, are you all right?” Madame Forestier questioned. “You look terribly ill” “I….I’ve got to do!” Madame Loisel mumbled as she ran towards the court yard. By the time she got home, she was out of breath. Madame Loisel yelled for her husband, but he didn’t respond, guessing that he still hasn’t gotten home yet. Thinking whiled she waited for her husband to return from work, about how he is going to react. When Monsieur Loisel came home, Madame Loisel greeted him pleasantly and began to tell him what has just happened. As she explained the situation, she could see her husband slowly become furious. Madame Loisel finished what she needed to say. Monsieur Loisel calmly stood up and told Madame Loisel to get back the necklace. Madame Loisel was confused with her husband’s reaction but went to go see Madame Forestier. Madame Loisel got to Madame Forestier house and asked “May I please have the necklace back. I will buy you the exact one that I’ve misplaced.” “Of course not, you’ve given it to me so now it’s mine!” Madame Forestier fought back. They continued to fight until Madame Forestier became violent. She revealed a dagger that was hidden under a cloth and persisted on stabbing Madame Loisel. Madame Loisel was stocked and blankly stared at the dagger coming towards her. As she stared, every second became slower and quieter. When the dragger touches her flesh, she awakes and notices it was all a dream……
Hello and thank you all for coming. Today we are gathered to mourn the loss of a spectacular individual who stood next to me through the thick and thin, through the good and bad, and has left my heart with a crater big enough to engulf the world, Mrs. Mallard. She was a faithful and devout woman whom I am proud to call my wife. We spent many years together, during which I always tried to make her happy. Yet recently all the memories of her and I have come flooding back to me in tidal waves of emotions, and after consideration I feel I have not done enough. I did not cherish every second of every minute of every hour I was with her and it devastates me at this time, but that’s how it always goes I suppose. But not for her. Mrs. Mallard ensured my life was as simplistic and easy going as she could. Whether it was her loving support, physical labors, or the smiles she would give me which could outshine the moon. She would always know what I needed and would move mountains to make sure I had it. Her affection was so strong that it ultimately caused her passing. After being told I had perished in a mining incident she become so distressed that her heart could not handle the news that I was still alive. She had always had complications with that immense heart of hers, it was her Achilles heel. The one thing which chained her from ascending to the perfect woman, the one trade off which god decided he needed to bestow upon her so she would not take the role of a demi-god. However I know now that she is the most eloquent and beautiful angel heaven has ever seen and they will treasure her in ways I never could. This is the only fact which has kept me sane through this abysmal time. Everyone will now be able to pay their individual respects to Mrs. Mallard, and once again thank you for coming.…
In “Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers”, Rich creates a fantastic image of the aunt’s nonverbal communication through her tapestry. The poem opens with a vivid picture of the colourful, energetic alive world depicted on the tapestry. The aunt infuses the world of the tigers with many of the attributes she misses in her own life: a sense of being truly alive and in tune with the environment, and a state of fearlessness: “They do not fear the men beneath the tree/ They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.” The ee- sound in these lines introduces a note of terror that heralds what is to come. Indeed the phrasing suggests a reason for fear from men. The feelings that the aunt is projecting into her artwork, her own fears and desires are developed in the middle stanza. Her shaking, fearful hands “fingers fluttering” are very vivid and the fact that they find the “needle hard to pull” suggests physical weakness and contrasts very much with the tigers.…