The cold night embraces us in a shivering blanket. Goosebumps prickle on our freezing body. Black consumes our pale color that once was on our skin. Our invisible breath fogs the dark in a memoire that it is cold. We trace our hands and famished engulfs them with the remaining warmth we have left. Sometimes we are reminded that we have color by the light
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“Winter Evening” by Archibald Lampman, and “Stories of Snow” by P.K Page are two poems describing the human experience of winter. Winter is seen, by some, to be blissful, magical and serene. Winter could also be described as pure and heavenly, with the white snow resembling clouds. However, others have a contrasting viewpoint; they paint winter in harsher light, giving the impression that winter is bitter and ruthless. Others still, have a mixed viewpoint and may recognize both the positives and negatives to the season.
Out of the 12 months of the year, students basically only have about two months to have fun and not worry about school. As a teenager, you do things without predicting the outcome. We tend to not always listen to our parents and sometimes end up in terrible situations.
Yezierska uses darkness to describe all the feelings the main character has of being lost and the hardship she endured when she was in Russia. She also uses
Co. and the dead moon," reinforces the description of winter once again, because there is no life during winter as opposed to a harvest moon in fall when it is warm, life is good, and food is plenty. "The filaments of cold light bulbs tremble," gives a very cold image and it is like music, but he can not listen to it.
We are going through a massive drought in Oklahoma. We had just gone through the Great Depression and now this. We are struggling to pay for our land or even buy food. We have no idea what to do. I had talked to my wife and she had told me, “We should just wait it out for a bit and hope everything gets better.” I had reminded her that the government was taking people’s land and that we do not have much time. We had decided to go to breakfast with the children and let them know that we were struggling. We weren’t able to get much food though.
This triad of colors ̶ white, red, and black ̶ has dominated human culture since primitive times. On one hand, as we discussed in class, the three in partnership serve to represent the human itself: red being blood, white being bones and bodily fluids, black being excrement. This idea positions Snow-White in the realm of human, susceptible to mistakes. In this sense, she is reminiscent of Eve. Also considered within the context of the bible, these colors can place her in a divinely category, too.
I stepped into the middle of the road and just stood there, the lights stretching in either direction, glowing in the deep chilly air. I could see my own breath, could feel my own warmth as it formed right there in front of me. Behind me, our house looked dark, faint lingering of I'd walk a million miles, and I wasn't even sure if it was really playing or if I was imagining the familiar, the same way a bright light remain when you close your eyelids, the way I imagine that the sight of an eclipse would burn its image into your eyes forever(pg.
Feelings of isolated darkness are something everyone is acquainted with sometime in their life, no matter how drastic the situation is, everyone experiences dark struggles. In the poem, “Acquainted With the Night,” Robert Frost illuminates how difficult, lonely hardships affects people. In “Acquainted With the Night,” a man, or the speaker, is on a night walk, pondering his life. Everywhere he walks, he feels disclosed from everything and everyone around him. The speaker in “Acquainted With the Night,” is an average person describing his personal numerous miseries. Because of these hardships, he feels lonely and detached from his life, yet he knows that time must go on and he must carry his struggles with him. During his walk, the speaker
The words "woods so dark that my hands disappeared before my eyes" causes readers to picture an image of darkness, intensified by the beauty of meteors which "left smoky trails across sugary spreads of stars". This dreamy image is immediately shattered by the following fact, leaving a sense of disappointment in the readers and sympathy for the "8 out of 10 children born in the United States" who will never be able to picture such a thing anymore due to the rapid loss of natural darkness. The combination of anecdote and fact directly links to his thesis statement, "I worry we are rapidly losing night’s natural darkness before realizing its worth", because he explains that most of United State's children will never experience natural darkness and therefore its beauty.
To persuade his audience and build credibility for his argument, Bogard uses personal anecdotes, health and ecological concerns, rhetorical questions, and activities that are present to preserve darkness. Bogard starts off by narrating his personal story, where he spent summer on a Minnesota lake where the “woods so dark that [his] hands disappeared before [his] eyes.night skies in which meteors left smoky trails of sugary spreads of stars.” By telling his to his readers, Bogard asks the audience to remember the time where they fully recount themselves in natural darkness full of stars and void of artificial lights. By pulling his audience with a description of nature and the beautiful imagery that creates a feeling of respect for the darkness, Bogard establishes a point to clarify that natural darkness has its beauty that only authentic darkness can possess. There are “nocturnal and crepuscular species of birds, insects, mammals, fish and reptiles” out of which, “400 species of birds that migrate at night in North America, the sea turtles that come ashore to lay their eggs—and some are not, such as the bats that save American farmers billions in pest control and the moths that pollinate 80% of the world’s flora.”
Bogard appeals to pathos, the reader's emotions, and tugs at the reader's heartstrings. By asking, “Who knows what this vision of the night sky might inspire in each of us, in our children or grandchildren?” Bogard draws out importance about the affecting power of an untainted night sky. He relates the problem to others' experiences, families, and future generations to better get the point across. Through the emotion Bogard induces, readers suddenly feel defensive in preserving the darkness for the sake of their mental and physical health.
Unfamiliarity, in the broadest sense, can evoke a feeling of fear or anxiety. However, my unique cultural upbringing has made me comfortable with unfamiliarity, and eager to embrace differences among people with compassion and tolerance. I am the product of a cultural infusion—I was born in the United Kingdom to an English father, but was influenced by the Turkish customs of my mother. While living in England, I grew up eating dinner on the floor, listening to Turkish music on the radio, and waking up to a poster of Kemal Ataturk. I spent every summer living in Turkey where I learned the language, saw the way different people lived, and became familiar with the practices of Islam. At 14 years old I was immersed in yet another culture when I
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
Over the past few years the United States has endured some abnormally chilling temperatures. Especially in the northern states, there have been record breaking low temperatures. Temperatures dropped so low that there were videos going viral of people throwing hot water into the air that immediately turned to snow as soon as it hit the cold air. People could also blow bubbles outside and they would instantly turn to balls of ice. There were hundreds of people left with power and some homeless people actually froze to death. People blamed the terrible winter storms on everything from global warming to the apocalypse, but the true reason was the polar vortex rearing its ugly head back to our hemisphere.
“The Snow Man,” by Wallace Stevens, dramatizes a metaphorical “mind of winter”, and introduces the idea that one must have a certain mindset in order to correctly perceive reality. The poet, or rather the Snow Man, is an interpreter of simple and ordinary things; “A cold wind, without interpretation, has no misery” (Poetry Genius). Through the use of imageries and metaphors relating to both wintery landscapes and the Snow Man itself, Stevens illustrates different ideas of human objectivity and the abstract concept of true nothingness. Looking through the eyes of the Snow Man, the readers are given an opportunity to perceive a reality that is free from objectivity; The Snow Man makes it clear that winter can possess qualities of beauty and also emptiness: both “natural wonder, and human misery”. He implies that winter can also be nothing at all: “just a bunch of solid water, dormant plants, and moving air.” (The Wondering Minstrels). “One must