I still don't know how to work out a poem

Jackson 2022-04-21 09:03:34

"I still don't know how to work out a poem" "A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake, is not immediately to swim to the shore, but be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water, you do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery" "I love mystery" "I found your fairy princess on the wall in my room" "And you can make her out" "She wears a butterfly fock"

"I still don't know how to understand a poem" "You have to feel it with your senses, you dive into the lake, not to swim to the shore immediately, but to stay in the water, indulge in the touch and smell of the water , you don't have to try to understand the lake, you have to experience it, experience it beyond the mind, that's how poetry soothes our soul and gives it the courage to accept the mystery" "I love mystery" "I found you on the wall of the room The painted princess" "Can you recognize her?" "She's wearing a long dress with butterflies embroidered on it"

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  • Arely 2022-01-28 08:21:10

    The heroine is tall and burly, and many of the clothes she wears look like an aunt. She only belongs to a certain angle of beauty, and she is too beautiful to stand up to scrutiny. It is a pity that she and the hero did not form a beautiful picture together, and they are not suitable for the whole film. of silence. Obviously I also don't know what the role of the younger siblings is in the show. Poetry four stars.

  • Corene 2022-03-27 09:01:21

    It's too long ago, it can't resonate

Bright Star quotes

  • [first lines between major players]

    [general chatter]

    Mrs. Brawne: Hello, Joy.

    Dilke Maid: Hello.

    Mrs. Brawne: Is all well?

    Dilke Maid: Very good, thank you.

  • [last lines before credits]

    Fanny Brawne: [speaking Keat's poem Bright Star] Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art - / Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night / And watching, with eternal lids apart, / Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, / The moving waters at their priestlike task / Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, / Or gazing on the new soft-fallen masque / Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - / No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable / Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, / To feel for ever its soft swell and fall, / Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, / Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, / And so live ever - or else swoon to death.