does anyone know how to analyze the poem February by Margaret Atwood?
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have you read the handmaid's tale?
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http://amb.cult.bg/american/4/steinbeck/chrysanthemums.htm\n\nhttp://www.1stcollegetermpapers.com/term-papers/38678/analyzing-the-chrysanthemums-by-steinback.html\n\nhttp://hatteraslight.com/navy/JohnSteinbeckhall/shakespeare13.html
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try going to your county libraries website there should be reference links look at literary criticism
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Tis now the very witching time of night,\nWhen churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out\nContagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,\nAnd do such bitter business as the day\nWould quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.\nO heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever\nThe soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:\nLet me be cruel, not unnatural:\nI will speak daggers to her, but use none;\nMy tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;\nHow in my words soever she be shent,\nTo give them seals never, my soul, consent!\n\nUnfortunately for everyone, he is about to do just that. (by stabbing Polonius.) He says that he'll keep his temper and not hurt his mother physically but does just the opposite thats the irony
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A good site that covers lots of works by different authors, it includes, Themes, Character analysis, and explains every thing that you are ever going to need to answer literature questions.\n\nhttp://sparknotes.com/literature...\n\nType in the title of the book and navigate around until you find what you need.\n\nGood luck. Below, is another very useful site for you.\n\n\nhttp://www.askoxford.com/asktheexperts.....
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POETRY ANALYSIS.\n\nhttp://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/display/indexpoet.html\n\nhttp://www.poetrymagic.co.uk/critiquing.html\n\nhttp://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/\n\nhttp://www.tnellen.com/cybereng/37.html\n\nPoetry Analysis Fact Sheet\n\nhttp://www.tnellen.com/cybereng/analysis.html\n\nHOW TO EXPLICATE A POEM \n\nA poetry explication is a relatively short analysis which describes the possible meanings and relationships of the words, images, and other small units that make up a poem. Writing an explication is an effective way for a reader to connect a poem's plot and conflicts with its structural features.\n\nhttp://wwwpp.uwrf.edu/~sl01/explcat.html\n\nhttp://www.unc.edu/depts/wcweb/handouts/poetry-explication.html\n\nPoetry Analysis\n\nTeacher: Analysing Poetry is like peeling an onion...\nStudent: Yeah, It makes you cry\n\nhttp://www.geocities.com/sir_john_eh/poetry.html\n\nA Framework for Responding to Poetry\n\nhttp://www.newi.ac.uk/englishresources/workunits/ks3/poetry/framework.html\n\nGlossary of Poetry Terms\n\nhttp://www.factmonster.com/ipka/A0903237.html\n\nhttp://www.tnellen.com/cybereng/lit_terms/\n\nGood luck.\n\nKevin, Liverpool, England.
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The christmas eve of 1836 me and my maid. Phylosopic Delirium\n\nNumber 24 is fatal for me, if I needed to try it I would say that I was born on the 24th. Twelve times a year is day, although, im supersticious. cause a man´s heart needs to believe in somethingand he believes lies when there´s no truths to believe. Thats why, with out a doubt the lovers believe the married and the little towns to their idols, to their goverments and one of my supersticions is to believe that theres no a good day 24th. the day 23th is on my calendar a call to the pain and to the imitation of that rusian chief policeman who order to have ready the bombs before the fire happens, thats why i prevent myself since the 23 day, to the next day of pain and suffer and before twelve in the clock I don´t even take a glass with my hand so I don´t broke it, and I don´t point letter so i don´t lose it and i don´t try to make a women to fall in love with me cause i don´t want her to tell me yes, cause if we get to the point of talking of love i have another supersticion: i imagine that the worst misfortune that could happen to a men, is that a woman tell him that she loves him. if you don´t believe it, is a torment and if you believe it: ¡ lucky one the one whom the woman says that she doesnt want himm, cause at leas that one listen the truth!\n\nThe last 23 of the year 1836 just finish, with my pendulum showing and because of that on my supersticious principles, I was bended waiting for the rain and without sleep. I stay like that a lot of hours at night, longer for the lonely awake that a civil war; til´morning finally comes with steps of intervention, i mean, really slowly, to paint with purple and pink color the courtains of my stay.\n\nThe day before that one, was gorgeous, and i dont why my heart was telling that the day 24th it was going to be day of water. it was even worst, it was snowing. i look the thermometer and it marks a lot of under zero degrees; just like the State´s credit.\n\nI was so convince that i wasn´t going to move myself because i need to do it all the luck of the month, i bend my forhead, heave just like the sky with the cold clouds, and i stand my elbows on the table and i just standby that everyone could say i was a public writer in time of free expresion, or maybe a national military, staying ther by appointment waiting for an exercise. Now I was drifting my look all over the multitud of articules and papers that are there since six months ago without finish it just started over my desk, and just the titles are there, just like those vault on the cemetery that doesn´t wait for anything else than a corpse, exact comparation, cause in each article I buried all hope and ilusion. now i turn my eyes to the my balcony´s window, i saw them misted and just like if they were crying in the inside; the condensated vapor it was sliding like tears on the window; and just like that drop by drop tears fall down all over the heart. the ones who sees the windows from outside they saw it clean and shining; the one´s who sees just the faces, they see them happy and quiet.\n\nI will make a favor to my reader from the more of my meditation; there´s not enough newspapers in Madrid, in that case there not enough reader ethier. lucky one the one who have an office, lucky one the employee, that even with out a salary or with out collect it is just the same one. at least hes not forced to think, he can smoke and he can read the gazette.\n\n¡Four o´clock! ¡Lunch! - told me the voice from a maid, a quite and submissive voice, in the man that serves, even the voice sounds like wants to ask for permission.\n\nI TRY!!!\nHOPE IT WORKS!!
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I've posted a couple of URLs for your reference, and while I was looking found that it is the subject fiction for several Honors English classes and college level thesis themes.  You might try searching on the author,  Susan Carol McCarthy, for additional analysis. \n  To discuss chapter themes it looks like you are really going to have to use your imagination and deductive reasoning, which is a great way to exercise your brain!
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The poem itself is a metaphor of BDSM games and contains quite a few implied metaphors, almost one in every line:\n\n- Exquisite is the torment of my soul.\n Torture of a body is real, torture of a soul is metaphor\n\n- Always she brings me to the brink of insanity\n To the brink of a cliff is real\n\n- Yet at the last moment, she pulls me back.\n She pulls \n\n- My darkest fantasies fulfilled through her.\n Darkest fantasies\n\n- The searing pain cauterized by her dark passion.\n Searing pain cauterized\n Dark passion\n\n- Chains and whips her means to my end\n Means to my end\n \n- For like a succubus she is insatiable,\n Metaphor, but not implied\n\n- My bondage is her release.\n Release\n\n- My pain, her pleasure.\n Nothing here\n\n- We are the outlet for each others pain\n Outlet for pain\n\n- Two lost souls intertwining and screaming out in a unified voice\n  Lost souls, souls screaming\n\n- In each other’s darkness, we find peace.\n  Darkness\n\nWho is the author?
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Try sparknotes.com you may be able to find an analysis of the play.\n\nPesonally, I sometimes need the extra help because I don't know what Shakespheare is talking about.
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Well, I tried but I need to know more about the lines in the poem.   Maybe you'll have better luck with these sites.\n\nhttp://www.bartleby.com/\n\nhttp://www.allexperts.com/user.cgi?m=4&expID=50938&catID=678\n\nhttp://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12717\n\nhttp://www.thent.com/poetry.htm\n\nhttp://lii.org/search/file/poetry
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Wow, this poem is something else. By that I mean it is really abstract in its language and in its metaphors. I have a guess on it's meaning, but that is merely a guess. This author is using so much personal experience that it is hard for me as a reader to really connect well with what is being said, but here is my hypothesis:\n\nFirst of all, I think the title "Call It Fear" needs to be kept in mind when reading through the entire poem. The structure and the wording is suggestive of a person who is caught in the panic of fear ("call it an ocean of fear of the dark"). So, it can easily be assumed that this poem is analyzing fear and the essence of fear in the human mind.\n\nThe author has this deep fear, a fear of the dark, or possibly a fear of the unknown. The author is not alone however as she has found someone, referred to as Goodluck, who also has the same fear. They have come together to escape the fear, and their only escape has been found in the music that they have found on the radio, the church music that plays on a lot of stations on Sunday mornings. \n\nThere is also a question of the repeated imagery of "a string of shadow horses kicking and pulling me out of my belly." This image is repeated in the first and third stanzas and is linked to anxiety, the butterfly feeling that everyone gets in the pit of their stomach when they are controlled by fear. The idea of "shadow horses" seems to suggest the idea that death is pulling and tugging at the speaker of this poem, and it is the fear of death that drives the speaker to use music to escape the fear.\n\nThis is my guess on the meaning of the poem. . . I hope it proves helpful!
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Just type April Raintree Novel and you will have a lot of links. Here is a link of somebody's study page on the novel\n\nhttp://jesshomepage0.tripod.com/studyguide.htm\n\nHope this helps you work it out. I agree with the previous poster, you should read it yourself.
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its the rhythm of the poem
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I found the poem at this website:\n\nhttp://www.pbs.org/now/arts/nyepoems1.html\n\nThere are links above the poem that can take you to an interview with the poet done by Bill Moyers and lesson plans about the poem and others by this poet.\n\nI hope this helps you.
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William Wordsworth\n1770-1850\n\nWordsworth began work on the first extended poetic efforts of his maturity, Descriptive Sketches, which was published in 1793, after the appearance of a poem written at Cambridge, An Evening Walk (1793). Having exhausted his money, he left France in early December 1792 before Annette Vallon gave birth to his child Caroline. Back in England, the young radical cast about for a suitable career. As a fervent democrat, he had serious reservations about "vegetating in a paltry curacy," though he had written to William Matthews from France in May 1792 that he intended to be ordained the following winter or spring. Perhaps this plan was why he was reading sermons early in 1793, when he came across a sermon by Richard Watson, Bishop of Llandaff, on "the Wisdom and Goodness of God" in making both rich and poor, with an appendix denouncing the French Revolution. His democratic sympathies aroused, he spent several weeks in February and March working on a reply. \n\nBy this time, his relationship with Annette Vallon had become known to his English relatives, and any further opportunity of entering the Church was foreclosed. In any case Wordsworth had been reading atheist William Godwin's recently published Political Justice (1793), and had come powerfully under its sway. "A Letter to the Bishop of Llandaff"--not published until 1876, when it was included in Alexandere B. Grosart's edition of Wordsworth's prose--is the youthful poet and democrat's indignant reply to the forces of darkness, repression, and monarchy.
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"If" by Rudyard Kipling! Superb! \nA great poem to take you through the bad times, and make you learn more in good times!\n\n----\n\nIf you can keep your head when all about you \nAre losing theirs and blaming it on you; \nIf you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, \nBut make allowance for their doubting too; \nIf you can wait and not be tired by waiting, \nOr, being lied about, don't deal in lies, \nOr, being hated, don't give way to hating, \nAnd yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; \n\nIf you can dream - and not make dreams your master; \nIf you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; \nIf you can meet with triumph and disaster \nAnd treat those two imposters just the same; \nIf you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken \nTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, \nOr watch the things you gave your life to broken, \nAnd stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; \n\nIf you can make one heap of all your winnings \nAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, \nAnd lose, and start again at your beginnings \nAnd never breath a word about your loss; \nIf you can force your heart and nerve and sinew \nTo serve your turn long after they are gone, \nAnd so hold on when there is nothing in you \nExcept the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; \n\nIf you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, \nOr walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; \nIf neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; \nIf all men count with you, but none too much; \nIf you can fill the unforgiving minute \nWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run - \nYours is the Earth and everything that's in it, \nAnd - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!