Answer:
B. Stanza 1 is the beginning of the train’s journey; stanzas 2 and 3 are the actual travel; and stanza 4 is the end of the train’s run.
Explanation:
Option B is the correct answer.
From the poem, we will discover that the narrator reveals in stanza 1 that she sees it lap the miles. This is the beginning of the train's journey. The narrator goes ahead to reveal it's experiences as it travels as seen in stanzas 2 and 3. Then in stanza 4, reveals the end of the train's run. The narrator reveals that it <em>stop - docile and omnipotent - At its own stable door</em>.
Answer:
The removal of my big toe would have been very painful if it were not for the anesthesia that I was under.
Explanation:
*I've never had any of my toes removed, by the way. :)
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The earth is rather large and not exactly a point in space, the author however is comparing it to a point in space because of how vast space really is. A metaphor is basically a comparison (Not exactly true) that doesn't use the words like or as... (That's a Simile.) The earth isn't an actual dot in space. It's big, but because of how big space is, it's compared to a dot... Hope this helps... :)
Answer:
Among the options given on the question the answer is option C.
By planting grass in battlefields,memories of war are softened.
Explanation: Grass is a three stanza poem by Carl Sandburg. Henry holt and company first published the poem in New York in 1918.
The central idea of the poem is to show how the battles and the aftermaths get covered by the human. The poem describes the try of human as grass. The grass cover the battlefield means the memory and loss of war is covered by the human nature. They are not strongly memorized. People forget about their errors,like in the poem it is said as 'What is this,Where are we now?'. The damage of the battle of Waterloo and Austerlitz is also covered by human to erase the error and memory of the war.
In the poem poet says,
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.
So the grass is working as human to erase the war memories.
