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Anticipation feels like that patient ticking of a clock. It sounds of a train passing by your stop. It looks like a million pictures all shaped together into a human-like creature. It smells like a classic movie scene about Nana's Homemade Pie. It tastes like the plastic of your pen as you chew on it, waiting for class to be over.
It is truly something. Not defined, yet everywhere. Not meaningless, yet treated as if it has not a statement to please. Its weird, anticipation. It feels like the word itself is a world of its own. Yet, it is simply a letter in a alphabet of manmade print made to simply communicate with one another.
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https://www.nytimes.com/2017/01/10/us/politics/obama-farewell-address-speech.html
Barack speaks about his presidency, the future presidency and the way the United States made him better. He proves his points by backing it up with past events.
"Whether we have seen eye-to-eye or rarely agreed at all, my conversations with you, the American people — in living rooms and in schools; at farms and on factory floors; at diners and on distant military outposts — those conversations are what have kept me honest, and kept me inspired, and kept me going. And every day, I have learned from you. You made me a better president, and you made me a better man."
1. a mass of falling beech tree had fallen on them
2. At his side lay George Znaeym, alive and struggling but very helplessly pinned down just as he was.
The answer for part A is: The images of “dead winds” and “spent waves,” combined with those of “the green field growing” and people “reaping” at “harvest-time,” help convey that the poem is about death and life.
Swinburn wrote this poem during the time in which the Church of England tried to fight secularism by having people ask themselves if there was life after death. The guarantee of eternal life would only be given to those who believed in God and obeyed the Church’s morals. The theme of life and death was, thus, a popular and controversial one at the time.
The Garden of Proserpine focuses on the goddess, Persephone, as a deity of death and the underworld where she inhabits as a land of dreams. Those dreams, however, don’t cause tears or smiles. Such lack of feelings, though, is far from being sad. It is only peaceful.
That takes us to part B: The speaker says he is tired of people and their bad decisions, which always ruin the happy things in life.
People are never able to find real peace. They are always seeking for happiness and even sadness – anything that might make them feel alive and important. The speaker is weary of such fruitless pursuit and seems to appreciate the illusion Persephone’s flowers cause. Sleeping (dying) is peaceful, restoring, while being awake (living) is tiring and purposeless.