Early morning. Calm. Quiet. Eyes focused in awe at the everlasting stretch of beach: unattended, unoccupied, unspoiled. Sand worms leave shivers radiating through my toes as I amble along the shore, the lapping of the delicate waves at my feet. A wisp of wind brushes through my hair. Envelope me in its smooth embrace. The briny excess of the sea’s dead skin stays latched to my dry lips. A yellow tinge colours the air as the sun peeps over the horizon yearning to break free, up and above into the enclosure of the haven. Transparent schools of fish dip, dive and dart around the sparkling water like leaves blowing in a gust of wind. Boats and dinghies bob about in the near distance anticipating the arrival of someone. Of anyone. The rising sun reflects the pattern of the calmly swirling seas onto the boat's hull, glistening in the light.
The workers start their hard labour servicing the land of smiles. SWISH go the brooms, CLATTER goes the cutlery, CRACK
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Full of life. Full of laughs. Full of glee. Heads oscillate up and down in the warm, inviting embrace of the water. Out at sea, people young and old jump, catapult and ricochet off the barnacle-encrusted platform. The sun is a floodlight beaming onto the crowded courtyard as tiers of relaxed tourists from infants and teenagers, to grandmas and grandpas rest and unwind. Desperate to absorb every last ray of sun possible before the horizon steals it away for its own greedy self once again. “Daddy, Daddy!” shriek the young children whose faces are painted with the remains of the island’s famous pineapple sorbet. Stuck like glue to their father's leg, they beg and plead for another mouth-watering, irresistible ice-cream. Adults descend on the bar like fireflies to a light. Melodies of Hawaii engulf the surroundings as yet another boatload of tourists flurry off the wharf, eager to reach the land of paradise. Symphonies of “Aloha” resonate from the locals to warmly welcome yet another load of excited
“My Son the Marine?” was written by John and Frank Schaeffer in 2002. This story was written in the 1st person. It focuses on the struggle a father is having about his son joining the military. “Separating” was written by John Updike in 1972 and is written in the 3rd person. It is about a family going through a divorce and focuses on the emotional toll towards the children during the separation. “Those Winter Sundays” was written in 1966 by Robert Hayden. Written in the 1st person, the focus of this poem is to show the regret of a young boy who never showed the appreciation that his father deserved. All of these stories appeal to “The things They Carry” because of the emotional aspect. In all these stories there are signs of guilt, confusion, and regret.
Although the words are almost fifty years old, Gift from the Sea still speaks powerfully about humanity. Using metaphors of different kinds of shells she finds on the beach, she talks about solitude and the distracted lives we lead. Along the way, she shares meditations about life that are simple yet profound. She advocates a simple life that cuts out the excesses – the things that clutter and complicate our lives. “Simplification of outward life is not enough. It is merely the outside. But I am starting with the outside. I am looking at the outside of my life – the shell. The complete answer is not to be found on the outside, in an outward mode of living. This is only a technique, a road to grace. The final answer, I know, is always inside.” In her explanation of simplification, she explains that there are two types of rhythm – hectic and primeval. Hectic rhythm is when someone is une...
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
The poems “Sea Rose” by H.D and “Vague Poem” by Elizabeth Bishop were both written by two women who took over the Victorian era. H.D’s works of writing were best known as experimental reflecting the themes of feminism and modernism from 1911-1961. While Bishop’s works possessed themes of longing to belong and grief. Both poems use imagery, which helps to make the poem more concrete for the reader. Using imagery helps to paint a picture with specific images, so we can understand it better and analyze it more. The poems “Sea Rose” and “Vague Poem” both use the metaphor of a rose to represent something that can harm you, even though it has beauty.
Helen of Troy, known as the most beautiful woman of ancient Greek culture, is the catalyst for the Trojan War. As such, she is the subject of both Edgar Allen Poe’s “To Helen” and H.D.’s “Helen”; however, their perceptions of Helen are opposites. Many poets and authors have written about Helen in regards to her beauty and her treacherous actions. There is a tremendous contrast between the views of Helen in both poems by Poe and Doolittle. The reader may ascertain the contrast in the speakers’ views of Helen through their incorporation of diction, imagery, and tone that help convey the meaning of the work.
Based on the poem “Look Beneath the Surface”, I would ensure every student that comes
“Morro Bay” is a poem describing a once beautiful bay. The author, Robinson Jeffers, uses metaphors, personification, and similes to describe the declining beauty of Morro Bay. The poem begins with the metaphor of the bay being a woman, moving around and exploring with the speaker. And soon after, the speaker explains how lifeless the bay has become, and its inhabitants.
The memoir I selected was Everything You Ever Wanted by Jillian Lauren. She describes her troubles as a college dropout, a drug addict, and a harem member; then she talks about how she turned everything around when she married a rock star and adopted an Ethiopian baby boy with special needs. Her tone gives off vibes of strength and courage. All throughout the memoir, she also expands upon her own experiences as an adopted child, and how adopting a child herself (after many failed pregnancy attempts) made her see the world in a new light. To begin, Jillian’s style is very casual.
The poem “Warned’ by Sylvia Stults, first seems to be about the ways human are hurting nature. However, when we look at the poem through the lens of John Shoptaw’s essay “Why Ecopoetry,” we see the evidence that this is an ecopoem and is asking people to take action to protect the environment. The poem is about the destruction of earth. The poet also tries to raises some awareness about the environment. Additionally, the internal meaning of the poem is that we, humans depend on the world’s resources, therefore we should take care of the natural world.
Closer and closer to the calm water, I began sinking deeper in the sand. It was comforting, the silence, tranquility, and warmth of the faint sun. There is a slight breeze, warm, but cold and lonely. I could smell the scent of fish blowing through my hair and body. The sun was still fading, slowly but surely the day was almost over. About half of it is gone now. I could see shades of blue, red, purple, and pinkish-yellow. They were mixed with puffy clouds that lined the beginning of the sky and the end of the water. I noticed the darker shades on the bottom of the lower clouds.
Margaret Walker’s poem “Childhood” talks about the speaker’s life and alludes to life in the south for African Americans in the line, “I also lived in low cotton country….where sentiment and hatred still held sway and only bitter land was washed away.” It has a lot of rhyming at the end of the stanzas and lines. The poem talks a lot about mining and the bad conditions of the mines.
When you are standing in front of the ocean, do you find yourself lonely? Literally, you are not. Scientists believe that there are more than 1 million species in the ocean. Although you cannot see them when you are standing in front of the ocean; it doesn’t mean there are none. In Neradu’s poem, the young man finds himself lonely until he is awakened by the ocean, and make a change. He is not independent anymore because he is one of the tons of wave in the sea and who are going to join the “sea”. Neradu uses structure, sound, and metaphoric language to compose a poem that tells the story of a young man who is awakened by the wave of the sea and realizes that he is part of “movement”.
Walking on a land of gold, the sand being so soft and smooth, glistens as it reflects the suns rays with joy. Cool, light and refreshing, the breeze gently eases up against my skin and glides through my hair, sending a gentle shiver up my spine. The rustling of leaves, small array of birds and delicate splashes of the sea are amazingly soothing and relaxing. The whole beach itself looks like a painted picture with a spectrum of colours all merged with one another. The sea also showing off a wide range of colours that reflects of the surface, like a dancing peacock showing off its finely detailed feathers.
Hotel California is a song written and sung by the members of The Eagles, Don Felder, Don Henley, and Glenn Frey. The song is telling the audience that all dreams have two sides, a bright side and a dark side. The Eagles uses this song to remind us if we are not being careful of what we do or who we met, our hopes and dreams will turn into ashes. And we will fail into a situation where we are too depressed of what we have done that we can’t climb back up and start over again.
“I know I matter Its only right I do The only privilege I proudly hold It’s my education that inspires me to break out the mold I am wind that disperses seeds I am in your laws rooted deep I, like cracks in concrete floors, still provide you stability Like light waves, I sometimes am invisible