Ancient Love Poetry Answers
poetry analysis easy pointss plz help!?
Q. Touched by an angel by maya angelou We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. i just dont get what its really about and i have to write an essay on it and i have no idea where to start..i dont even really no whats going on ! :( i dont expect your answers to be… [cont.]
Asked by Eliska; - Thu Dec 18 02:43:14 2008 - Poetry - 4 Answers - Comments
A. First stanza- They are sad and lonely, and feel they are not brave enough to help themselves and are waiting for love to save them. Second stanza- They are comparing love to a train, and in that train, comes extreme happiness, and old memories of pain and pleasure. But if they are courageous enough, love will take the fear of remembering away. Third stanza- They are no longer timid. And flourish in loves "light". And they've come to a realization that although you have to give a lot of yourself when your in love, love sets you free.
Answered by Michelle - Thu Dec 18 02:55:57 2008
Q. Touched by an angel by maya angelou We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. i just dont get what its really about and i have to write an essay on it and i have no idea where to start..i dont even really no whats going on ! :( i dont expect your answers to be… [cont.]
Asked by Eliska; - Thu Dec 18 02:43:14 2008 - Poetry - 4 Answers - Comments
A. First stanza- They are sad and lonely, and feel they are not brave enough to help themselves and are waiting for love to save them. Second stanza- They are comparing love to a train, and in that train, comes extreme happiness, and old memories of pain and pleasure. But if they are courageous enough, love will take the fear of remembering away. Third stanza- They are no longer timid. And flourish in loves "light". And they've come to a realization that although you have to give a lot of yourself when your in love, love sets you free.
Answered by Michelle - Thu Dec 18 02:55:57 2008
What's your favorite type of art; painting, dance, poetry, etc?
Q. I love going to museums but my favorite is paintings, ancient art & findings. I also enjoy literary arts particularly poetry.
Asked by mom.of.2 - Wed Jul 1 23:45:36 2009 - Other - Arts & Humanities - 4 Answers - Comments
A. I'm a nature lover so I love all these forms of art for they relate you with nature ...be it painting, dancing, photography or poetry...howeve r, poetry is my favorite coz it never needs any accessory to express yourself...just express in words your inner thoughts about your inspirations!
Answered by ainy - Thu Jul 2 00:45:31 2009
Q. I love going to museums but my favorite is paintings, ancient art & findings. I also enjoy literary arts particularly poetry.
Asked by mom.of.2 - Wed Jul 1 23:45:36 2009 - Other - Arts & Humanities - 4 Answers - Comments
A. I'm a nature lover so I love all these forms of art for they relate you with nature ...be it painting, dancing, photography or poetry...howeve r, poetry is my favorite coz it never needs any accessory to express yourself...just express in words your inner thoughts about your inspirations!
Answered by ainy - Thu Jul 2 00:45:31 2009
Which career suits me best?
Q. I'm not heavily considering anything only because I have a lot of time to think about it, but I've been considering what I'm going to do after I get out of High School, and what I'm going to go to college for. Sometimes, I want to be a writer. It's my passion to write poetry and various other pieces of writing. But I'm afraid that I will lose my passion for it if that's what I'm doing for a living. It's something I can only see as a hobby. Sometimes, I want to be an archaeologist. Ancient cultures fascinate me, and have since I was very young. I especially love ancient Egypt... The problem with this is that I've heard in the end, it doesn't pay well, but I don't know enough about it to say whether it's true or false. Sometimes, I want to… [cont.]
Asked by Em - Mon Nov 1 08:13:49 2010 - Polls & Surveys - 3 Answers - Comments
A. I am glad you have time to ponder about your future But do not go on thinking about it Please finish you school first get good grades/marks then you can choose what subjects you want to take for a carrier Reading your mail it looks like you are in a confused state Get out of it and get to reality good luck
Answered by vodarevu 1944 - Mon Nov 1 08:22:05 2010
Q. I'm not heavily considering anything only because I have a lot of time to think about it, but I've been considering what I'm going to do after I get out of High School, and what I'm going to go to college for. Sometimes, I want to be a writer. It's my passion to write poetry and various other pieces of writing. But I'm afraid that I will lose my passion for it if that's what I'm doing for a living. It's something I can only see as a hobby. Sometimes, I want to be an archaeologist. Ancient cultures fascinate me, and have since I was very young. I especially love ancient Egypt... The problem with this is that I've heard in the end, it doesn't pay well, but I don't know enough about it to say whether it's true or false. Sometimes, I want to… [cont.]
Asked by Em - Mon Nov 1 08:13:49 2010 - Polls & Surveys - 3 Answers - Comments
A. I am glad you have time to ponder about your future But do not go on thinking about it Please finish you school first get good grades/marks then you can choose what subjects you want to take for a carrier Reading your mail it looks like you are in a confused state Get out of it and get to reality good luck
Answered by vodarevu 1944 - Mon Nov 1 08:22:05 2010
HELP!Did I screw up with this girl? I think its done?
Q. I have been seeing this girl long distance but last night I talked to her about some sentimental stuff (not relating to the two of us) but like ancient philosophical stuff about love, soulmates, poetry, history, and ethics and etc. In no way did I point the conversation to each other. I also offered to help her with her work since she is not too strong in some subjects. I feel like it scared her away. She said she would call me today and haven't heard from her. So I am going to back off. I don't think she understood that I was trying to teach her some of this stuff cause I love talking about these subjects. I realized after the conversation that it may have scared her and showed her I may like her too much. I have to back off now. What do… [cont.]
Asked by D - Wed Apr 9 02:38:22 2008 - Singles & Dating - 13 Answers - Comments
Q. I have been seeing this girl long distance but last night I talked to her about some sentimental stuff (not relating to the two of us) but like ancient philosophical stuff about love, soulmates, poetry, history, and ethics and etc. In no way did I point the conversation to each other. I also offered to help her with her work since she is not too strong in some subjects. I feel like it scared her away. She said she would call me today and haven't heard from her. So I am going to back off. I don't think she understood that I was trying to teach her some of this stuff cause I love talking about these subjects. I realized after the conversation that it may have scared her and showed her I may like her too much. I have to back off now. What do… [cont.]
Asked by D - Wed Apr 9 02:38:22 2008 - Singles & Dating - 13 Answers - Comments
What should i be when i grow up?
Q. i really need help i have a wide interest in things and im not sure what is it i can do and feel very happy with my work. i absolutely love music i actually play some instruments ( piano, snare drum, marimba, and a lil more) the only problem is i suck a reading notes because i don't practice sheet music too often even though im in my schools advance band i am on the drum line though i play electric guitar and bass for them. i learn most of my music by ear, i love track and as well, on rare occasions i like to write stories, i love poetry i like writing poems when im in the mood and need to express myself, and my favorite academic subjects are history i like ancient civilizations the best, and life science. i also enjoy dancing, acting, and… [cont.]
Asked by Chappi - Fri Nov 27 03:50:56 2009 - Other - Society & Culture - 2 Answers - Comments
A. It's hard to know what you want at the age of 13, I know that I'm on a completely different path than what I imaged when I was your age. So while it is a good idea to plan your future, it's also important to leave your options open. All I can suggest is that you work hard in school and play hard with your hobbies. Develop your current interests, try to learn sheet music, enter a poetry competition, make a photo book etc. Try to involve yourself as much as possible so that you can get an idea of what you really love and want to do for the rest of your life. That said, from what you said you seem to be suited for something in the music industry. Consider careers such as a music teacher, band manager, sound engineer etc. Just remember that… [cont.]
Answered by Pat - Fri Nov 27 03:58:14 2009
Q. i really need help i have a wide interest in things and im not sure what is it i can do and feel very happy with my work. i absolutely love music i actually play some instruments ( piano, snare drum, marimba, and a lil more) the only problem is i suck a reading notes because i don't practice sheet music too often even though im in my schools advance band i am on the drum line though i play electric guitar and bass for them. i learn most of my music by ear, i love track and as well, on rare occasions i like to write stories, i love poetry i like writing poems when im in the mood and need to express myself, and my favorite academic subjects are history i like ancient civilizations the best, and life science. i also enjoy dancing, acting, and… [cont.]
Asked by Chappi - Fri Nov 27 03:50:56 2009 - Other - Society & Culture - 2 Answers - Comments
A. It's hard to know what you want at the age of 13, I know that I'm on a completely different path than what I imaged when I was your age. So while it is a good idea to plan your future, it's also important to leave your options open. All I can suggest is that you work hard in school and play hard with your hobbies. Develop your current interests, try to learn sheet music, enter a poetry competition, make a photo book etc. Try to involve yourself as much as possible so that you can get an idea of what you really love and want to do for the rest of your life. That said, from what you said you seem to be suited for something in the music industry. Consider careers such as a music teacher, band manager, sound engineer etc. Just remember that… [cont.]
Answered by Pat - Fri Nov 27 03:58:14 2009
Where do you find poetry? c/c?
Q. My Beauty My Beauty speaks to me in ancient tongues, And cares not for the pleasure of my hours; Hers is the ageless song of cloud-capped towers In Ilium, and she lives in the strains Of mournful pipes on long lost misty hills, The fresh turned earth that makes a silent mound, And fiery wheel to which the soul is bound; Hers is the pleasure that is borne from pains Insensitive to human plight; she wanes And waxes like the raven moon, demands I write her tale and then cuts off my hands, Binds up the wounds, and after all complains I am unfit to honor her in verse. The one I love is both my boon and curse; She is the newborna s plaintive cry at dusk, The banshee wail, the grinning mask of death; She lives at the extremity of breath, The… [cont.]
Asked by Peter - Sat May 28 13:48:09 2011 - Poetry - 2 Answers - 2 Comments
A. I seek poems d o w n d e e p in the mysterious w ``` i ``` d ``` e world of wonder, and I wonder, who knew that one such as I would find one such as you... A fine example of our differences poetically is what I was trying to illustrate, and show my admiration for your style and flair for the finely chiseled words you sculpt in this. Now I shall take my axe and go chop out some verse of my own, LOL
Answered by lovechild firecat - Sat May 28 14:32:02 2011
Q. My Beauty My Beauty speaks to me in ancient tongues, And cares not for the pleasure of my hours; Hers is the ageless song of cloud-capped towers In Ilium, and she lives in the strains Of mournful pipes on long lost misty hills, The fresh turned earth that makes a silent mound, And fiery wheel to which the soul is bound; Hers is the pleasure that is borne from pains Insensitive to human plight; she wanes And waxes like the raven moon, demands I write her tale and then cuts off my hands, Binds up the wounds, and after all complains I am unfit to honor her in verse. The one I love is both my boon and curse; She is the newborna s plaintive cry at dusk, The banshee wail, the grinning mask of death; She lives at the extremity of breath, The… [cont.]
Asked by Peter - Sat May 28 13:48:09 2011 - Poetry - 2 Answers - 2 Comments
A. I seek poems d o w n d e e p in the mysterious w ``` i ``` d ``` e world of wonder, and I wonder, who knew that one such as I would find one such as you... A fine example of our differences poetically is what I was trying to illustrate, and show my admiration for your style and flair for the finely chiseled words you sculpt in this. Now I shall take my axe and go chop out some verse of my own, LOL
Answered by lovechild firecat - Sat May 28 14:32:02 2011
Finish "translating" the prologue to Romeo and Juliet from Shakespeare's poetry to your prose.?
Q. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffick of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss' our toil shall strive to mend.
Asked by Edgar Ramirez - Tue Jun 14 21:45:02 2011 - Homework Help - 2 Answers - Comments
Q. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffick of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss' our toil shall strive to mend.
Asked by Edgar Ramirez - Tue Jun 14 21:45:02 2011 - Homework Help - 2 Answers - Comments
Question about John Keats poetry? best answer=100pts?
Q. Here is the John Keats poem "ode to a nightingale" Ode to a Nightingale My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With… [cont.]
Asked by Cheeky-monkey - Mon Feb 2 23:33:24 2009 - Poetry - 3 Answers - Comments
A. Well, think about the history of poetry; it began mixed with song and dance. Then isn't it peculiar for a `modern' poet to write a poem about a song which was never even composed, nor sung by a human intelligence? (Keats is modern in the sense that he writes with a pen for a printing press, and not for a live audience.) Keats's ode is anti-logical; it objects to Shakespeare's delight in paradox, for example, because it sees this aspect of Shakespeare as the most superficial. Keats admires the free play of sensitive thought, which in this poem he likens to the unthinking music of the bird. As the bird sings, he envisions his own death as an apotheosis of art-- his imitation of nature lost in the true song of the nightingale. In this sense,… [cont.]
Answered by Hypocorism - Tue Feb 3 01:09:28 2009
Q. Here is the John Keats poem "ode to a nightingale" Ode to a Nightingale My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,- That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With… [cont.]
Asked by Cheeky-monkey - Mon Feb 2 23:33:24 2009 - Poetry - 3 Answers - Comments
A. Well, think about the history of poetry; it began mixed with song and dance. Then isn't it peculiar for a `modern' poet to write a poem about a song which was never even composed, nor sung by a human intelligence? (Keats is modern in the sense that he writes with a pen for a printing press, and not for a live audience.) Keats's ode is anti-logical; it objects to Shakespeare's delight in paradox, for example, because it sees this aspect of Shakespeare as the most superficial. Keats admires the free play of sensitive thought, which in this poem he likens to the unthinking music of the bird. As the bird sings, he envisions his own death as an apotheosis of art-- his imitation of nature lost in the true song of the nightingale. In this sense,… [cont.]
Answered by Hypocorism - Tue Feb 3 01:09:28 2009
What are examples of allusion to poetry or plays in modern literature, music or movies?
Q. For example, so far I have Alice in Wonderland in The Matrix with the white rabbit on the girls shoulder, and Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Iron Maiden, but I need about two more. I was hoping for more allusions in music and movies, possibly literature, but not blatant and common allusions such as Love Story by Taylor Swift or pretty much any allusion to Romeo and Juliet, because I think thats been done about a million times already...
Asked by Charmene Chaudhry - Sat Jan 9 18:11:33 2010 - Poetry - 2 Answers - Comments
A. You may want to consider something like the movie classic "Chinatown," which is essentially a retelling of Sophocles' "Oedipus Tyrannus" except that in the movie the dual roles of Oedipus as transgressor and detective are divided between two characters, Noah Cross and J. J. Geddes, respectively. Also, what of Simon & Garfunkel's "Richard Cory," which is based on an Edwin Arlington Robinson poem of the same name.
Answered by Peter - Sat Jan 9 18:30:03 2010
Q. For example, so far I have Alice in Wonderland in The Matrix with the white rabbit on the girls shoulder, and Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Iron Maiden, but I need about two more. I was hoping for more allusions in music and movies, possibly literature, but not blatant and common allusions such as Love Story by Taylor Swift or pretty much any allusion to Romeo and Juliet, because I think thats been done about a million times already...
Asked by Charmene Chaudhry - Sat Jan 9 18:11:33 2010 - Poetry - 2 Answers - Comments
A. You may want to consider something like the movie classic "Chinatown," which is essentially a retelling of Sophocles' "Oedipus Tyrannus" except that in the movie the dual roles of Oedipus as transgressor and detective are divided between two characters, Noah Cross and J. J. Geddes, respectively. Also, what of Simon & Garfunkel's "Richard Cory," which is based on an Edwin Arlington Robinson poem of the same name.
Answered by Peter - Sat Jan 9 18:30:03 2010
I want to win this poetry contest. do you like the poem that im submitting?
Q. Ah! the pleasant visions haunt me, As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, All my dreams come back to me. Sails of silk and ropes of sandal, Such as gleam in ancient lore; And the singing of the sailors, And the answer from the shore. Most of all, the Spanish ballad Haunts me oft, and tarries long, Of the noble Count Arnaldos, And the sailor's mystic song. Telling how the Count Arnaldos, With his hawk upon his hand, Saw a fair and stately galley, Steering onward to the land; How he heard the ancient helmsman Chant a song so wild and clear: That the sailing sea-bird slowly Poised upon the mast to hear. Till his soul was full of longing, And he cried, with impulse strong, 'Helmsman! for the love of heaven, Teach me, too, that… [cont.]
Asked by Gabe S - Tue Jul 22 12:01:24 2008 - Poetry - 5 Answers - Comments
A. This is masterful. Your imagery is totally engaging, bringing me right there into the lavishly detailed scene. The form is perfect in rhyme and meter, as well. I believe this poem will win great admiration from the judges of the contest. Good luck. Thank you.
Answered by verloren - Tue Jul 22 12:36:54 2008
Q. Ah! the pleasant visions haunt me, As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, All my dreams come back to me. Sails of silk and ropes of sandal, Such as gleam in ancient lore; And the singing of the sailors, And the answer from the shore. Most of all, the Spanish ballad Haunts me oft, and tarries long, Of the noble Count Arnaldos, And the sailor's mystic song. Telling how the Count Arnaldos, With his hawk upon his hand, Saw a fair and stately galley, Steering onward to the land; How he heard the ancient helmsman Chant a song so wild and clear: That the sailing sea-bird slowly Poised upon the mast to hear. Till his soul was full of longing, And he cried, with impulse strong, 'Helmsman! for the love of heaven, Teach me, too, that… [cont.]
Asked by Gabe S - Tue Jul 22 12:01:24 2008 - Poetry - 5 Answers - Comments
A. This is masterful. Your imagery is totally engaging, bringing me right there into the lavishly detailed scene. The form is perfect in rhyme and meter, as well. I believe this poem will win great admiration from the judges of the contest. Good luck. Thank you.
Answered by verloren - Tue Jul 22 12:36:54 2008
Help with poetry analysis!?
Q. i need help figuring out the metaphors in this poem. they must be somehow related to the effect of the industrial revolution on the Earth.. please i am really lost with some..the ones with the stars next to them are the most crucial ones i need. EARTH'S ANSWER - William Blake Earth raised up her head From the darkness dread and drear, Her light fled, *Stony, dread, And her locks covered with grey despair. *'Prisoned on watery shore, *Starry jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar; Weeping o'er, *I hear the father of the ancient men. 'Selfish father of men! Cruel, jealous, selfish fear! Can delight, *Chained in night, *The virgins of youth and morning bear. 'Does spring hide its joy, When buds and blossoms grow? Does the sower Sow by night,… [cont.]
Asked by 123four - Thu Oct 30 06:18:00 2008 - Poetry - 2 Answers - Comments
A. Check Yahoo.
Answered by A.J. - Sun Nov 2 10:53:12 2008
Q. i need help figuring out the metaphors in this poem. they must be somehow related to the effect of the industrial revolution on the Earth.. please i am really lost with some..the ones with the stars next to them are the most crucial ones i need. EARTH'S ANSWER - William Blake Earth raised up her head From the darkness dread and drear, Her light fled, *Stony, dread, And her locks covered with grey despair. *'Prisoned on watery shore, *Starry jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar; Weeping o'er, *I hear the father of the ancient men. 'Selfish father of men! Cruel, jealous, selfish fear! Can delight, *Chained in night, *The virgins of youth and morning bear. 'Does spring hide its joy, When buds and blossoms grow? Does the sower Sow by night,… [cont.]
Asked by 123four - Thu Oct 30 06:18:00 2008 - Poetry - 2 Answers - Comments
A. Check Yahoo.
Answered by A.J. - Sun Nov 2 10:53:12 2008
Does my poetry need some work? Or is it good?
Q. I don't want to be a writer, but i love doing it, but i was wondering if it was any good at all to everyone else. All comments and criticism is appreciated!:) adonai And all I want to feel is your will. (its softness entangles me). All I want to feel is the warmth of your intangible hands Echoing into this gold encrusted labyrinth Find me here I am here. So still Waiting Listening to . And all I want to feel is the intensity of your raw blood Whose so tangible hands Pierce into this dirt encrusted labyrinth where all I want to feel is your beautiful presence this blood in my blood this gold in my gold. And all I want to feel is your will. And all I want to have is your love. other poem: called: Mother Even though youa re gone, I know youa… [cont.]
Asked by Alejandra - Mon Apr 5 20:14:18 2010 - Poetry - 1 Answers - Comments
Q. I don't want to be a writer, but i love doing it, but i was wondering if it was any good at all to everyone else. All comments and criticism is appreciated!:) adonai And all I want to feel is your will. (its softness entangles me). All I want to feel is the warmth of your intangible hands Echoing into this gold encrusted labyrinth Find me here I am here. So still Waiting Listening to . And all I want to feel is the intensity of your raw blood Whose so tangible hands Pierce into this dirt encrusted labyrinth where all I want to feel is your beautiful presence this blood in my blood this gold in my gold. And all I want to feel is your will. And all I want to have is your love. other poem: called: Mother Even though youa re gone, I know youa… [cont.]
Asked by Alejandra - Mon Apr 5 20:14:18 2010 - Poetry - 1 Answers - Comments
is ancient egyption love poetry the same as our conception of romantic love?
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Asked by megi - Wed Jun 7 12:25:05 2006 - Other - Arts & Humanities - 1 Answers - Comments
A. as a non-historian of any kind, I'd say yes. I've found that as you go back in history, the same basic concepts that make up a good story still exist. look at Homer's writings in ancient Greece. Romantic love is one of those story concepts that stay pretty constant through all the ages. (along with a power struggle). I've heard a really facinating explination for this consistancy, but it's kind'a long to explain and I'd probably get jumped on for it, so let's just say it was pretty interesting.
Answered by hobo - Wed Jun 7 12:30:18 2006
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Asked by megi - Wed Jun 7 12:25:05 2006 - Other - Arts & Humanities - 1 Answers - Comments
A. as a non-historian of any kind, I'd say yes. I've found that as you go back in history, the same basic concepts that make up a good story still exist. look at Homer's writings in ancient Greece. Romantic love is one of those story concepts that stay pretty constant through all the ages. (along with a power struggle). I've heard a really facinating explination for this consistancy, but it's kind'a long to explain and I'd probably get jumped on for it, so let's just say it was pretty interesting.
Answered by hobo - Wed Jun 7 12:30:18 2006
Have any of you heard of a poetry book "A Glass Half Full" by Felix Dennis?
Q. This is a poet, (I think he is British) now in his 60's who is also a rich business man. I bought this book earlier this week and just love some of his stuff. He has homes in New York as well as London. If you do know of him, what is your favourite poem by him? This is an example of his work: "If death knows no dominion". If death knows no dominion, The dead wield iron claws: Ghost limbs aligned to pinion, To bend us to their cause. By hoary yews and birches We worship gods they chose; We weep their empty churches, We smite their ancient foes. If death knows no dimension, The dead are with us still; By custom - and convention, They wed us to their will. Their art a thing of beauty, The bait by which we're led; Little we bring but… [cont.]
Asked by cassie58 - Wed Mar 31 07:11:29 2010 - Poetry - 5 Answers - 1 Comments
A. Thank you Cassie, and others for this post...Never heard of this poet, but from what I've read here I intend to read more of him.
Answered by jenny - Wed Mar 31 08:18:45 2010
Q. This is a poet, (I think he is British) now in his 60's who is also a rich business man. I bought this book earlier this week and just love some of his stuff. He has homes in New York as well as London. If you do know of him, what is your favourite poem by him? This is an example of his work: "If death knows no dominion". If death knows no dominion, The dead wield iron claws: Ghost limbs aligned to pinion, To bend us to their cause. By hoary yews and birches We worship gods they chose; We weep their empty churches, We smite their ancient foes. If death knows no dimension, The dead are with us still; By custom - and convention, They wed us to their will. Their art a thing of beauty, The bait by which we're led; Little we bring but… [cont.]
Asked by cassie58 - Wed Mar 31 07:11:29 2010 - Poetry - 5 Answers - 1 Comments
A. Thank you Cassie, and others for this post...Never heard of this poet, but from what I've read here I intend to read more of him.
Answered by jenny - Wed Mar 31 08:18:45 2010
What could be a good topic for a research project?
Q. I love poetry, books (classics and novels), ancient history, music and dance. So anything related to those could be great. :D
Asked by mitchiegirl14 - Fri Nov 6 07:22:06 2009 - Homework Help - 1 Answers - Comments
A. I did research for an ancient history assignment in college a few years ago. The assignment called for information on 3 different areas of ancient history. One of the subjects I chose to research was Stonehenge. The information I gathered regarding the subject was quite interesting when I learned how Stonehenge may have been constructed. What was even more amazing was how far away from Stonehenge the giant rocks were moved, how they were moved such a great distance and by such primitive people, how long it possibly took to actually erect it, and what Stonehenge was used for. No one knows all the answers for sure but, once you begin your research, you will begin to become engulfed in your own thoughts regarding how these primitive people… [cont.]
Answered by PW - Fri Nov 6 08:10:05 2009
Q. I love poetry, books (classics and novels), ancient history, music and dance. So anything related to those could be great. :D
Asked by mitchiegirl14 - Fri Nov 6 07:22:06 2009 - Homework Help - 1 Answers - Comments
A. I did research for an ancient history assignment in college a few years ago. The assignment called for information on 3 different areas of ancient history. One of the subjects I chose to research was Stonehenge. The information I gathered regarding the subject was quite interesting when I learned how Stonehenge may have been constructed. What was even more amazing was how far away from Stonehenge the giant rocks were moved, how they were moved such a great distance and by such primitive people, how long it possibly took to actually erect it, and what Stonehenge was used for. No one knows all the answers for sure but, once you begin your research, you will begin to become engulfed in your own thoughts regarding how these primitive people… [cont.]
Answered by PW - Fri Nov 6 08:10:05 2009
How do I propose to the woman I love?
Q. I am a truly blessed being... I get to see the most beautiful woman in the world everyday... I find excuses to go to the supermarket just to see her pretty face. I'll wait until no one else can help me look for a product but her and that's when the flirting begins. She always tells me to leave her alone but I know she's just joking and I'm pretty sure she feels the same way. I don't know her last name yet but it says on her name tag that her name is Lucy and it would sound great with my surname. My mum is sick and will die soon so I will have an entire house to myself, Lucy and my seed that will grow in her creamy white belly. Any suggestions on how I will propose? I was thinking ancient French poetry and roses... I have no time for dating! [cont.]
Asked by DuckEcho - Mon Jul 20 08:19:38 2009 - Singles & Dating - 14 Answers - Comments
A. Is this a joke?
Answered by Hal - Mon Jul 20 08:47:18 2009
Q. I am a truly blessed being... I get to see the most beautiful woman in the world everyday... I find excuses to go to the supermarket just to see her pretty face. I'll wait until no one else can help me look for a product but her and that's when the flirting begins. She always tells me to leave her alone but I know she's just joking and I'm pretty sure she feels the same way. I don't know her last name yet but it says on her name tag that her name is Lucy and it would sound great with my surname. My mum is sick and will die soon so I will have an entire house to myself, Lucy and my seed that will grow in her creamy white belly. Any suggestions on how I will propose? I was thinking ancient French poetry and roses... I have no time for dating! [cont.]
Asked by DuckEcho - Mon Jul 20 08:19:38 2009 - Singles & Dating - 14 Answers - Comments
A. Is this a joke?
Answered by Hal - Mon Jul 20 08:47:18 2009
Look more poetry written at 2 AM! Your thoughts?
Q. TITLE : The Audience I pace along the lonely abandoned aisles, The final guest to leave the performance tonight. My hand runs along the dust-coated black railings, My feet pushing on the fraying burgundy carpet. The twisting chromatics of the ancient echoes No longer dance off chalk-toned walls to fill my ears. The stories of hate, humor, deception, and love so pure Have pirouetted through the derelict exits With the sequins, cufflinks, rouge, and powder of their listeners. I am the last guest, the last listener waiting For the end of decrescendo upon memory's stage, The bow for the production of existence. I gaze longingly upon the home of inspiration, The source of laughter, the seed of tears. A cloud flits off the edge of the stage as I… [cont.]
Asked by afi.fan - Mon Jun 23 17:54:37 2008 - Poetry - 5 Answers - Comments
A. The forced discontinuity actually worked quite well here, it increased the dramatic tension like the drum roll for the acrobats. I smiled at "derelict exits," picturing the denizens of skid row returning to their cardboard homes after a night at the opera. AA total digression follows: It reminded me of something that happened when I tried to by a chronometer. I forgot the word and asked for a second-hand watch. The jeweler returned with a watch that had no second hand. This watch doesn't have a second hand, said I. He said that's because it's a second-watch, if you want to buy a watch with a second hand you should have ask for a new one.A You have filled this short work with a plethora of wonderful phrases: "twisting… [cont.]
Answered by Jeff Jacob Lourie - Mon Jun 23 23:30:31 2008
Q. TITLE : The Audience I pace along the lonely abandoned aisles, The final guest to leave the performance tonight. My hand runs along the dust-coated black railings, My feet pushing on the fraying burgundy carpet. The twisting chromatics of the ancient echoes No longer dance off chalk-toned walls to fill my ears. The stories of hate, humor, deception, and love so pure Have pirouetted through the derelict exits With the sequins, cufflinks, rouge, and powder of their listeners. I am the last guest, the last listener waiting For the end of decrescendo upon memory's stage, The bow for the production of existence. I gaze longingly upon the home of inspiration, The source of laughter, the seed of tears. A cloud flits off the edge of the stage as I… [cont.]
Asked by afi.fan - Mon Jun 23 17:54:37 2008 - Poetry - 5 Answers - Comments
A. The forced discontinuity actually worked quite well here, it increased the dramatic tension like the drum roll for the acrobats. I smiled at "derelict exits," picturing the denizens of skid row returning to their cardboard homes after a night at the opera. AA total digression follows: It reminded me of something that happened when I tried to by a chronometer. I forgot the word and asked for a second-hand watch. The jeweler returned with a watch that had no second hand. This watch doesn't have a second hand, said I. He said that's because it's a second-watch, if you want to buy a watch with a second hand you should have ask for a new one.A You have filled this short work with a plethora of wonderful phrases: "twisting… [cont.]
Answered by Jeff Jacob Lourie - Mon Jun 23 23:30:31 2008
Poetry is in the soul not the learning?
Q. You can study all the forms know all the great practitioners and never come close to this by a man who probably couldn't even write. Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my people for centuries untold, and which to us appears changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. His people are many. They are like the grass that… [cont.]
Asked by Psssst! wanna send a letter? - Sat Aug 11 17:42:06 2007 - Poetry - 7 Answers - Comments
A. You said it brudda! Poetry does indeed reside in the soul, not the mind. One is truly a poet only when intellect and emotion speak with one voice. I live in the land that this great poet speaks of, south coastal British Columbia, and can understand how he came to speak as he does. The landscape I inhabit is one of mist and infinite shades of green and blue, where edges are blurred and the seasons blend and the ravens still speak with men's voices along the river's edge. There is magic in the forests still even though we scape bare the mountain sides to feed our avarice. As a young boy I would wander in the woods to a place where the cedars where giants and the forest floor was carpeted with moss so thick and soft it was hard to walk and… [cont.]
Answered by Duncan w a A - Sat Aug 11 21:37:42 2007
Q. You can study all the forms know all the great practitioners and never come close to this by a man who probably couldn't even write. Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my people for centuries untold, and which to us appears changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. His people are many. They are like the grass that… [cont.]
Asked by Psssst! wanna send a letter? - Sat Aug 11 17:42:06 2007 - Poetry - 7 Answers - Comments
A. You said it brudda! Poetry does indeed reside in the soul, not the mind. One is truly a poet only when intellect and emotion speak with one voice. I live in the land that this great poet speaks of, south coastal British Columbia, and can understand how he came to speak as he does. The landscape I inhabit is one of mist and infinite shades of green and blue, where edges are blurred and the seasons blend and the ravens still speak with men's voices along the river's edge. There is magic in the forests still even though we scape bare the mountain sides to feed our avarice. As a young boy I would wander in the woods to a place where the cedars where giants and the forest floor was carpeted with moss so thick and soft it was hard to walk and… [cont.]
Answered by Duncan w a A - Sat Aug 11 21:37:42 2007
What is your favourite era in history?
Q. I love history. My favourite would have to be ancient civilisations, like ancient rome and egypt. but i also adore the elizabethan age and the french renaissance mainly because of the fashion, poetry and the way people are so romantic! whats your favourite era?
Asked by chickie - Wed Jun 18 06:25:21 2008 - Other - Society & Culture - 4 Answers - Comments
A. The industrial revolution period.
Answered by faceeternity - Wed Jun 18 06:45:28 2008
Q. I love history. My favourite would have to be ancient civilisations, like ancient rome and egypt. but i also adore the elizabethan age and the french renaissance mainly because of the fashion, poetry and the way people are so romantic! whats your favourite era?
Asked by chickie - Wed Jun 18 06:25:21 2008 - Other - Society & Culture - 4 Answers - Comments
A. The industrial revolution period.
Answered by faceeternity - Wed Jun 18 06:45:28 2008
"How Soundly My Love Sleeps" - Can you give feedback on my poem and offer improvements?
Q. Genuine feedback would be most welcome! Any thoughts on how I could improve this poem? Unlike most of my other poetry, I have put a little more effort into this poem. How Soundly My Love Sleeps. On frosted grass the sparkling dew drops lie. A distant sorrowful church bell sadly tolls. Ephemeral mist descends from cloud-filled sky As midnight dies and winter night unfolds. She's nestled in the arms of blissful sleep Her face the hue of pearl in moon's faint light. Sweet breath of life so rhythmic, soft and deep, Marks time throughout the stillness of the night. A draft through ancient window frame does slip, Perfumed by summer's long lost flowers fair, So fleet of foot like fairies is doth skip, Yet drugged by slumber she is unaware. The… [cont.]
Asked by Liam. - Tue Jun 15 22:23:08 2010 - Poetry - 17 Answers - Comments
A. Liam, quite lovely as it stands but you may enhance it further by smoothing the meter in a few places. For example, what if you did this: How Soundly My Love Sleeps. On frosted grass the sparkling dew drops lie. A distant doleful church bell sadly tolls. Ephemeral mists descend from cloud-capped skies As midnight dies and winter night unfolds. She's nestled in the arms of blissful sleep Her face the hue of pearl in moon's faint light. Sweet breath of life so rhythmic, soft and deep, Marks time throughout the stillness of the night. Drafts through an ancient casement softly slip, Perfumed by summer's long lost flowers fair, So fleet of foot like fairies they doth skip, Yet drugged by slumber she is unaware. The wafts wash over alabaster… [cont.]
Answered by Peter - Wed Jun 16 03:25:49 2010
Q. Genuine feedback would be most welcome! Any thoughts on how I could improve this poem? Unlike most of my other poetry, I have put a little more effort into this poem. How Soundly My Love Sleeps. On frosted grass the sparkling dew drops lie. A distant sorrowful church bell sadly tolls. Ephemeral mist descends from cloud-filled sky As midnight dies and winter night unfolds. She's nestled in the arms of blissful sleep Her face the hue of pearl in moon's faint light. Sweet breath of life so rhythmic, soft and deep, Marks time throughout the stillness of the night. A draft through ancient window frame does slip, Perfumed by summer's long lost flowers fair, So fleet of foot like fairies is doth skip, Yet drugged by slumber she is unaware. The… [cont.]
Asked by Liam. - Tue Jun 15 22:23:08 2010 - Poetry - 17 Answers - Comments
A. Liam, quite lovely as it stands but you may enhance it further by smoothing the meter in a few places. For example, what if you did this: How Soundly My Love Sleeps. On frosted grass the sparkling dew drops lie. A distant doleful church bell sadly tolls. Ephemeral mists descend from cloud-capped skies As midnight dies and winter night unfolds. She's nestled in the arms of blissful sleep Her face the hue of pearl in moon's faint light. Sweet breath of life so rhythmic, soft and deep, Marks time throughout the stillness of the night. Drafts through an ancient casement softly slip, Perfumed by summer's long lost flowers fair, So fleet of foot like fairies they doth skip, Yet drugged by slumber she is unaware. The wafts wash over alabaster… [cont.]
Answered by Peter - Wed Jun 16 03:25:49 2010
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