Sorry but i don’t understand i tried but im dyslexic.
The theme of this poem to me personally is to do with depression. The person perceives the bird singing as a nuisance and wishes for it to go away where he’ll later come to regret the decision. Have clapped my hands at him from the door when it seemed as if i could bare no more. The person has finally gotten rid of the bird by clapping his hands because he had had enough of it.The fault must partly be in me the bird was not to blame for his key, this is the first sign of regret shown by the poet. The person would now ponder at first but later on he would come to realize that the fault was in him to silence nature, this reflects upon the last stanza “ and of course there must be something wrong in wanting to silence any song”.
This is of course just how i perceive the poem different mindsets could differ how you would put it as.
Are there still protests about the Civil Right Movement? Did the law civil rights movement change? How did it end?
Answer:
It was raining hard that night. In my hurry to get into the house, I didn't notice the black car parked across the road. I realized something was wrong when I could see someone hovering around the car. I wasn't sure if it was safe to go to the car to investigate but my instincts dragged me from the gate of my building to across the road and next to the car. What happened in that half an hour is what I call my most unforgettable memory.
I could see a man pacing up and down, drenched and injured. At first when I saw him, he looked inebriated as he was losing his balance now and then. But as I went near him, I was sure it was the injury and not any substance that was causing him to tip.
I asked him. He seemed to be in a state of shock. I tried calling out to him but he continued going round and round his car. I was not comfortable reaching out to him physically and I thought he might attack me in his condition. But there was no one I could call as my phone had switched off after getting wet in the rain. Also, if I went home, which was just across the street, my over-protective mother would panic and wouldn't let me help him. So there I was, feeling helpless and angry, because I decided to help someone without knowing what to do.
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The Answer is A. "the maori feel in control of their land."
