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Unfathomed shape treading a misty trail, bloodhound that makes no sound following souls, with icicled hood, at each step, full sail, the reaper stiffens victims, filling holes. His scythe, winter’s slicing metallic vein, rattles as it falls still limbs white with snow, scattering the cold interwoven skein from boughs rankled as their raw fibers show. Grim advocate for what is seldom known, that life's form is like a spiral seashell, ...
an essay for my application to teacher ed. My Philosophy of Teaching As a secondary education English teacher, I would like to guide students to become motivated readers and writers who are capable of critical thought toward both ideas presented by others and those they hold themselves. An education in the literary arts provides students with essential skills to enrich both their everyday lives as individuals and their ability to perform in a competitive ...
I'm currently planning a lesson to do with 4th-6th graders as part of a practicum in my Education program at university. I was hoping to select a poem that is very descritive to read to the kids as they draw what they see through the words. My initial idea was to use Coleridge's "Kubla Kahn," but I've since decided that this will probably be too difficult a poem for 4th-6th graders (based on experience I've had with 'em). I'm looking for something that won't be too easy, ...
Thick black floating orbs, stretching in swift rotation the garden routine, to doze in petalled beauty having their fill of nectar. What delight to be draggling in odorous bliss, alike to the wind in a wayfaring circuit abreast a personal whim. Do these creatures know the envy their motion stirs, or that their feeding burdens my listless brow with a penitent emotion? So ...
Shaded Reflection A semblance play of myself this shadow sprung from the slanted sun, the grey sidelong profile stretched across the grassy stage, leaning aside by leaden rays. Eclipse of my shape that dims the ground, accident of the angular beams conformed by the orient sky, an ornament of the earthen reply, the dusky reflection that opens the void, the double print impalpable. Is this ...