Arts & Humanities: Poetry: “Question: Which of the following statements is FALSE about the poem "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost?” plus 5 more |
- Question: Which of the following statements is FALSE about the poem "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost?
- Question: Have you time to comment? No pressure, your choice.?
- Question: Acrostic poem for responsible?
- Question: Is this poem any good? is it poetry? i've only been studying with you guy's for 1 year so basically im in first grade?
- Question: What is the first line of the poem The Child written by Rabidranath Tagore?
- Question: When critics are waiting to pounce, THEN POUNCE and be done with it.?
| Question: Which of the following statements is FALSE about the poem "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost? Posted: 17 Aug 2015 04:19 PM PDT A. The poem uses rhyme B. Frost believes the world will be destroyed by hatred. C. Frost believes desire can be very destructive. D. Ice is used as a symbol for hate. I read the paragraph in my book that talks about this poem and it seems to me that all of these answers are true. This is what my book says about it. The literal meaning of this poem is that there are two possible ways for the world to end: by burning up or by freezing over. However, fire and ice are symbols, and Frost helps us out by telling us exactly what they stand for: fire stands for desire, and ice stands for hate. Once we know what these symbols mean, we can figure out the main idea of the poem--the world will end either because of desire or because of hate. Desire can be for many things: money, power, and so on. History shows us how desire for these things can indeed be very destructive, and in lines 3 and 4, we see that Frost believes that desire is the more destructive force. Hate can be for many things as well, but the implication here is that human beings' hate for each other could destroy the world. Frost also uses some sound elements in this poem. Lines 1, 3, and 4 rhyme (fire, desire, fire); lines 2, 5, 7, and 9 rhyme (ice, twice, ice, suffice), and lines 6 and 8 rhyme (hate, great). There is also some alliteration (some say, favor fire). Finally, Frost uses a specific rhythm. We will not discuss the rhythm here, but read the poem aloud and pay attention to how it sounds.  |
| Question: Have you time to comment? No pressure, your choice.? Posted: 17 Aug 2015 11:10 AM PDT Teak takes aeons to decompose ....I wish I`d wed a grave robber but all my exes were bad comedians., hardly sober let alone grave. yes this poem makes sense.....was that intentional, or a mere bit of icing on the sponge cake to sustain our interest? I offer 8/ 10 marx, bro...not to harp on @ it but. Lapiz D. |
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| Posted: 17 Aug 2015 07:56 AM PDT "Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival... a survival of a hugely remote period when... consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in shapes and forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity... forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught a flying memory and called them gods, monsters, mythical beings of all sorts and kinds..." -Algernon Blackwood "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age…" -H.P Lovecraft • Chaos Fiction I envy my predecessors for now I must attempt to assimilate the forgotten shambles of their creations. Does anyone remember what is to enter the structuralized society and dwell on their own individual right? In the pursuit of infallible knowledge we have bound together the indiscriminate accounts of are makers. We can only assume that their world was without the syndicated faults of our shifting present. These relics are but mere fragments of a society that will no longer dread the human condition. They have walked upon minds door only to be sealed away by the rivers of time. I now mourn that the system has successfully coordinated their banishment. The use of modern ruble over ancient cites only further contributed to mankind's peril. And were where the Ideal Masters? They retreated at the expense of mankind. And at their sudden departure the seas of mayhem swallowed all of our courage. Before we were made impure; we crumbled before the rupture and fled for the impeding glow. It evaporated are wills. At that moment I gasped upon the shell of my fallen generation. Once equal, now lesser. For years I monitored the populace unable to speak. At that time I was backed against the wall of chaos. In my heart I did not consider the probability of my eminent demise. But in the mist of the semantic machine we were all diminutive. It held out its hand and we stepped onto the plate of doom. We thrashed about consumed by its malevolent clutch. Its hunger was on uncontainable. Time welted, space floundered. It was then that it came to me, the beast from within the darkest crevices. From the depths of the bottomless pit surfaced the greyest sound of the century. Arbitrary to mercy, disconnected from the main lands of humanity. It was discontent with all mortal energies. And so it killed the engine of life. With none left to challenge it, silence was the only voice left to oppose its return. In the absence of intervention the shadow greeted us beneath the world's last dawn. The beast breached the east and warped in the west. The scales reversed, all balance vanished. The births of a new evil distributed into are mist by the Architects of desolation. I can no longer bask in the light of are former glory. This darkness exceeds all known manners of progression. |
| Question: What is the first line of the poem The Child written by Rabidranath Tagore? Posted: 17 Aug 2015 06:54 AM PDT Report AbuseAdditional DetailsIf you believe your intellectual property has been infringed and would like to file a complaint, please see our Copyright/IP Policy Report Abuse Cancel Report AbuseAdditional DetailsIf you believe your intellectual property has been infringed and would like to file a complaint, please see our Copyright/IP Policy Report Abuse Cancel Report AbuseAdditional DetailsIf you believe your intellectual property has been infringed and would like to file a complaint, please see our Copyright/IP Policy Report Abuse Cancel |
| Question: When critics are waiting to pounce, THEN POUNCE and be done with it.? Posted: 17 Aug 2015 06:51 AM PDT Okay.... GOTCHA! *plays ^-^s and meeces* L2...`vacant houses` might be more atmospheric, than, `empty houses`. *watch out for dung?* :) Lapiz D. |
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