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I immediately start thinking of Anne Morrow Lindberg's classic book Gift from the Sea. Another poem I also think of is "Fear" by Gabriela Mistral. Kilmer's poem, especially 13-16, are ready-made for tombstones. "My heart shall keep the child I knew/When you are really gone from me,/And spend its life remembering you/As shells remember the lost sea." This is a poem from a mother's heart, where grief has pierced it beyond the presenthour. It's the brief moments she clings to, and then must acknowledge the brevity of the precious life that was given to her in the form of the child. Lines 11-12 tug at the visual, "A mist about your beauty clings/Like a thin cloud before a star."
Explanation:
Answer:
a focus on factual rather than personal information
Explanation:
i think ill recommet if its wrong
<span>“By
long suffering my nerves had been unstrung, until I trembled at the
sound of my own voice . . . .”
His nerves are unstrung, he trembled at the sound of his own voice, this could mean many things however it is likely he is Saying (or Thinking) things that scare him when snapping back to reality, like a man who was about to commit suicide but then remembers reality and he fears his own mind of what he was thinking.
“Another step before my fall, and the
world had seen me no more . . . .”
sounds cool, but is too vague.
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<span>“[T]here was the choice of death with its direst physical agonies, or death with its most hideous moral horrors.” This is close to the first one, he sees how far he is to madness, but is still on the edge and not insane Yet. However it's not as clear as the first one I listed
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<span>“I saw clearly the doom which had been prepared for me . . . .” displays nothing.</span>
Answer:
lighter fluid
Explanation:
i have read the book before
