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Hace 3 días · Didion's essay proves a philosophical masterclass. In Brooks' "We Real Cool," are the "real cool" who leave school exemplars of self-respect? Self-knowledge is not the same as knowledge; carpe diem is a perfectly acceptable response to a number of tough situations. Along these lines, Didion refuses to equate self-respect with moral behavior.
Hace 2 días · David Berman’s poem “Snow” beautifully combines simplicity with deep meaning, exploring the subtleties of childhood innocence and adult understanding. In this article, we will provide a detailed analysis of “Snow,” examining its themes, context, and literary devices. By breaking down the poem line by line, we will reveal the layers of ...
Hace 3 días · Unlikely syllables can be highlighted and emphasized through enjambment, creating different rhythms for reading. Gwendolyn Brooks creates a syncopated jazz rhythm in her 1958 poem “We Real Cool”: The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel. We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We. Strike straight. We. Sing sin. We. Thin gin. We ...
Hace 1 día · Using Flip as a tool, I took Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem “We Real Cool,” and asked students to design an intentional structure for the poem, explain that structure, and use it to guide performance. Later, we could look at how Brooks did it. But for today, I wanted students to own the design and structure of the poem.
Hace 3 días · The Crazy Woman. I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I'll wait until November. And sing a song of gray. I'll wait until November. That is the time for me. I'll go out in the frosty dark. And sing most terribly.
Hace 22 horas · The Children Of The Poor. 1. People who have no children can be hard: Attain a mail of ice and insolence: Need not pause in the fire, and in no sense. Hesitate in the hurricane to guard. And when wide world is bitten and bewarred.
Hace 1 día · When You Have Forgotten Sunday: The Love Story. -And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday, And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday- When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed, Or me sitting on the front- room radiator in the limping afternoon. Looking off down the long street. To nowhere,
