Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: What would happen if Sylvia Plath met Edgar Allen Poe?” plus 4 more |
- Question: What would happen if Sylvia Plath met Edgar Allen Poe?
- Question: Can you think of any Short Stories that relate or have similar themes to Emily Dickinson's poem "Because I Could Not Stop For Death"?
- Question: What do you have to do for Poetry&Prose in Speech and Debate?
- Question: What do you think about this poem? anything to change?
- Question: Explain romanticism ideas in Walt Whitman's poem "O' captain, my captain!".?
| Question: What would happen if Sylvia Plath met Edgar Allen Poe? Posted: 26 Oct 2014 04:55 PM PDT Absolutely nothing, as they were both a couple of mentally ill, socially immature recluses, who just so happened to be brilliant writers. They wouldn't even speak to each other. |
| Posted: 26 Oct 2014 03:40 PM PDT Can you think of any Short Stories that relate or have similar themes to Emily Dickinson's poem "Because I Could Not Stop For Death"? Sign In and be the first one to answer this question |
| Question: What do you have to do for Poetry&Prose in Speech and Debate? Posted: 26 Oct 2014 02:59 PM PDT What do you have to do for Poetry&Prose in Speech and Debate? I know that you have to get a poem and a short story that relates but what else? P.S. I live in Florida, are the rules different? |
| Question: What do you think about this poem? anything to change? Posted: 26 Oct 2014 02:47 PM PDT You are good. I liked this very much, though the potential for rhyme and meter could enhance this arrangement considerably, still, you rocked it. Only prob is the CAPS. It kills my eyes. Good effort. A rhythmic flurry, conviction in the truth |
| Question: Explain romanticism ideas in Walt Whitman's poem "O' captain, my captain!".? Posted: 26 Oct 2014 02:41 PM PDT I need some help. Here's the poem: O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, |
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