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Answer:
richard iii (duke of gloucester): now is the winter of our discontent
made glorious summer by this sun of york;
and all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
Explanation:
The answer is “What happened to ‘Dee’? “I wanted to know. “She’s dead,” Wangero said. “I couldn’t bear it any longer, being named after the people who oppress me.”
Tips
Try to write your poem slowly and give yourself plenty of time to think about what you are writing.
Remember that no ever truly "gets over" a death, but doing something constructive with your pain will help you process your feelings and work through the grieving process.
I hope that’s help:)
Answer:
being down to earth with people
