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Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: What would happen if Sylvia Plath met Edgar Allen Poe?” plus 4 more

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?

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.

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"?

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"?

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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
Like moonlight in an overcas night,
Swaying beautifully above without depth
To reach the canvas

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;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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