Answer:
Explanation:
What could be a worse fate for a modern American female poet than to be lumped into a nebulous, chauvinistic and ever slightly misogynistic pool of cess stereotyped as a “domestic poet.” Anyone unfamiliar with the term coming across it from the first time in reference to a female poet might well believe that domestic poetry is sweetly rhyming verse taking as its subject situations like getting the kids into the van for soccer practice, making cookies for the PTA meeting and, of course, a litany of hatred expressed toward husbands who are never there to help with domestic issues.
Never mind that Robert Frost and Walt Whitman and Wallace Stevens have all at one time or another found a niche within the broadly defined movement or genre of domestic poetry. Which, for the same of brevity, shall be termed poetry dealing with the commonplace of everyday as opposed to epic tales, transcendental unity of man with nature, mysticism, avant-garde experimentation with form over content and various other assorted and sundry types of poems with which the average person cannot relate. Linda Pastan, in other words, writes poems in which she consistently returns to touch upon universal themes dealing with family and relationships and the difficulties of normal existence and the emotional distress of just getting up and living live as it comes.
The tension that always exists between members of a family regardless of the definition or connotation applied to the term “family” has been a great source of inspiration to Pastan from her earliest verse and throughout her development and maturation. By contrast, an equally concentrated examination of the tensions introduced by religious and spiritual expectations has tended to dissipate throughout that process of growing older and becoming more domesticated. In its place Pastan has created a body of work that is far more elegiac and meditative and, it must finally be admitted, less domestic. With the introduction of a more melancholic and reflective poetry that moves into a greater sense of isolation and a solitary contemplation of tactile nature rather than abstract spiritualism, Pastan succeeds in tossing off whatever chains may have been tied around her verse as a result of the unfortunate constriction of trying to pigeonhole her as merely a domestic poet.
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Doesn’t judge
Does not laugh at your mistakes
Always has your back
Because I’ve been just to many times so if I meet a person like this it would make me really happy
The comma would end up between but and orange.
"You may have an apple or an orange, but you can't have both."
This is because you're coming to a conjunction, which usually has a comma preceding, or coming before, it.
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Answer:
A: Shallow
Explanation:
It only says "because she remembers collecting apple snails with her brothers when they were younger." The author could have written: "She feels nostalgic because she remembers her carefree days in the sun. There was nothing to contain her and her brothers once they ran across their lawn. They used find apple snails in their lawn. The bright sunshine made them easy to find in the jungle of weeds and green grass." to make it deeper but the author just wrote that "collecting apple snails with her brothers when they were younger."
