Hey guys,
first thing first, I’m supposed to analyse a poem and reflect on it. so here’s the poem:
The Mother by Robert William Service
Your children grow from you apart,
Afar and still afar;
And yet it should rejoice your heart
To see how glad they are;
In school and sport, in work and play,
And last, in wedded bliss
How others claim [...]
My piece for prose is The Nightmare at 20,000 feet by Richard Mathewson and my poetry piece is the cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service. I don’t like the poem. Does anyone have any suggestions that i can replace it with.
It should have different characters in the poem so it can be a [...]
My piece for prose is The Nightmare at 20,000 feet by richard matheson and my poetry piece is the cremation of sam mcgee by robert service. i don’t like the poem that much since its not one that you can win with. does anyone have any suggestions that i can replace it with. It should [...]
My piece for prose is The Nightmare at 20,000 feet by richard matheson and my poetry piece is the cremation of sam mcgee by robert service. i don’t like the poem. does anyone have any suggestions that i can replace it with. It should be lively, have lots of expression, different characters then giving me [...]
To tribulations of mankind
Dame Nature is indifferent;
To human sorrow she is blind,
And deaf to human discontent.
Mid fear and fratricidal fray,
Mid woe and tyranny of toil,
She goes her unregarding way+
Of sky and sun and soil.
In leaf and blade, in bud and bloom
Exultantly her gladness glows,
And careless of Man’s dreary doom
Around the palm she wreathes the [...]
My piece for prose is The Nightmare at 20,000 feet by Richard Matheson and my poetry piece is the cremation of Sam Mcgee by Robert Service. i don’t like the poem that much since its not one that you can win with. does anyone have any suggestions that i can replace it with. It should [...]
‘A ticket for the lottery
I’ve purchased every week,’ said she
‘For years a score
Though desperately poor am I,
Oh how I’ve scrimped and scraped to buy
One chance more.
Each week I think I’ll gain the prize,
And end my sorrows and my sighs,
For I’ll be rich;
Then nevermore I’ll eat bread dry,
With icy hands to cry and cry
And stitch and [...]