The
idea of identity is the pivotal theme of the poem “Song of Myself.”
Walt Whitman explores the idea of self and his relationship with other
human beings, as well as nature and the universe. He is proud of himself
and of his nation’s people. According to him, a true American is fair
and believes in democracy. A true American is not prejudiced and is open
to knowing people from all walks of life and all kinds of experiences.
Whitman celebrates himself and America in his poem. He also expresses
his love for nature and the universe. A true American, according to
Whitman, believes that truth exists everywhere. Whitman is not afraid of
death and believes that life does not come to a stop even after death.
Instead, the soul goes back to nature, and the remains of the dead grow
in the form of vegetation.
Well if that is a true or false question, I would say true - thinking back on my experiences with my parents, who did not like us to contradict their opinions.
the correct answer is letter <u>b. Chronological order</u>
<u>Trust</u><u> </u><u>Me</u><u>. </u> (◍•ᴗ•◍)
What are the answers? I think I can help you on this, just tell the answers.
Answer:
Hospitality is mentioned many times in Odysseus. It is known as xenia in the poem. One notable example is.
Here is a poor man come, a wanderer,
driven by want to beg his bread, and everyone
in hall gave bits, to cram his bag—only
Antinous threw a stool, and banged his shoulder
The lines show Odysseus disguised as a beggar and shares his bread with another beggar in a weird way because he had to defeat him in order to eat. However, Odysseus does not kill the old man and even shows his hospitality.
Explanation:
Here is a poor man come, a wanderer, driven by want to beg his bread, and everyone in hall gave bits, to cram his bagÑonly Antinous threw a stool, and banged his shoulder "Suppose Athena's arm is over us, and Zeus her father's, must I rack my brains for more?" "The cruel belly, can you hide its ache? How many bitter days it brings!" Odysseus only shook his head, containing thoughts of bloody work, as he walked on, then sat, and dropped his loaded bag again upon the door sill.
