Probably not but no one really knows 1000% because there isn't any evidence to back it up
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1. What happens in "Birches" by Robert Frost?
Robert Frost had written in his poem describing what he sees in bent birch trees. He said he thinks that they are bent by the boys swinging off of them, but he knows that they are bent by the ice storms. Robert had his own vision of the trees other than the real reason. He used his imagination. The theme of this poem was a way to escape rationality or the truth of the adult world. Like the boy is climbing the tree, a way towards heaven, a place where his imagination can be free, only for a moment.
How do the poem’s language, images, and symbols convey its themes to readers?There are a lot of language types in writing. Such as humor, Puns, structure and repetition, and Verse and Prose. The most suitable language for the “birches” would be blank verse. Blank verse is poems written with no rhyme. It is a sad story but it does have that twist that makes it have a more fascinating picture to it.
Do you prefer this type of modernist poem or more experimental ones? Why?
Yes, because it seems to me more real and not affected by unnecessary decorations.
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<h2>the second one reporters</h2><h2>i hope i helped can i get brainlest?(if i did)</h2>
When the <em>two </em>ghosts appeared in my room, I was <em>too</em> shocked to move. I looked between them, back and forth, one<em> to</em> the other. They were standing, or well, sort of floating in a corner. Slightly shaking, I scooted backwards, pulling my bed covers up to my chin, <em>too</em> scared <em>to</em> do anything else. They didn't seem to notice me at first. Quickly and quietly, I slipped my toes out of bed, and snatched up my slippers. The <em>two</em> bunny noses stared back at me, and instead of putting them on, like I had originaly planned, BAM, I threw them as hard as I possibly could, maybe even <em>too </em>hard. I squeezed my eyes closed, thinking the worst, but when I cautiously opened them again, the <em>two</em> pale spectors who had been hovering in my corner had disapeared, never <em>to</em> be seen again.
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mera ko Kuch patha Nahi ha
