what is the poem- journey of the magi about?
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The story of the "journey of magi" is taken fron the Gospel according to St.Matthew in the New Testament of the Bible. Three wise men of the east noticed a new star in the sky. It announces the birth of Jesus Christ. They decided to undertake a journey in order to have a glimpse of the new born baby and to pay him their respects. Since it was a spiritual quest so the journey was very ardous and hazardous.\nThe birth of Jesus Christ led to the death of the old faith and the birth of a new faith. But the Journey they undertook was only 'satisfactory' and not ideal in every respect. So they looked for another death that would lead to a genuine regeneration of life and faith.\nThe poem is a dramatic monologue by one of the three wise men.
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Wicca.\n\n==================\n\nThe Wiccan Rede\n(Full Version) \n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\nBide within the Law you must, in perfect Love and perfect Trust.\nLive you must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give. \n\nFor tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.\nTo bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme. \n\nLight of eye and soft of touch, speak you little, listen much.\nHonor the Old Ones in deed and name,\nlet love and light be our guides again. \n\nDeosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.\nWiddershins go when the moon doth wane,\nand the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane. \n\nWhen the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.\nWhen the moon rides at Her peak then your heart's desire seek. \n\nHeed the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.\nWhen the Wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast. \n\nWhen the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth.\nWhen the wind whispers from the West, all hearts will find peace and rest. \n\nNine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.\nBirch in the fire goes to represent what the Lady knows. \n\nOak in the forest towers with might, in the fire it brings the God's\ninsight.   Rowan is a tree of power causing life and magick to flower. \n\nWillows at the waterside stand ready to help us to the Summerland.\nHawthorn is burned to purify and to draw faerie to your eye. \n\nHazel-the tree of wisdom and learning adds its strength to the bright fire burning.\nWhite are the flowers of Apple tree that brings us fruits of fertility. \n\nGrapes grow upon the vine giving us both joy and wine.\nFir does mark the evergreen to represent immortality seen. \n\nElder is the Lady's tree burn it not or cursed you'll be.\nFour times the Major Sabbats mark in the light and in the dark. \n\nAs the old year starts to wane the new begins, it's now Samhain.\nWhen the time for Imbolc shows watch for flowers through the snows. \n\nWhen the wheel begins to turn soon the Beltane fires will burn.\nAs the wheel turns to Lamas night power is brought to magick rite. \n\nFour times the Minor Sabbats fall use the Sun to mark them all.\nWhen the wheel has turned to Yule light the log the Horned One rules. \n\nIn the spring, when night equals day time for Ostara to come our way.\nWhen the Sun has reached it's height time for Oak and Holly to fight. \n\nHarvesting comes to one and all when the Autumn Equinox does fall.\nHeed the flower, bush, and tree by the Lady blessed you'll be. \n\nWhere the rippling waters go cast a stone, the truth you'll know.\nWhen you have and hold a need, harken not to others greed. \n\nWith a fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.\nMerry Meet and Merry Part bright the cheeks and warm the heart. \n\nMind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good.\nWhen misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow. \n\nBe true in love this you must do unless your love is false to you. \n\nThese Eight words the Rede fulfill: \n\n"An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will"
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But what's the book about?
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In an essay entitles "El Dorado", R. L. Stevenson describes how man journeys through life towards a goal he never fully attains, yet finds satisfaction in the journeying. He is like a traveler who, searching for some golden city of the west, some El Dorado, trudges up the slope of some mountain range, believing that just beyond the crest he will find his goal; but when at last he breasts the summit, it is only to find another range beyond, beckoning him on to new conquests. Happiness is to be found in the sense of achieving. As Stevenson expressed it:\n\n\n"To travel hopefully is better than to arrive, and the true success is to labour."
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its a metaphor that isnt directly stated\n\ninstead of "the fly is a man"\n\n"the fly man" or "the man fly"\n\nlike “The river of life” doenst directly equate life to river
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What?  Do you need a poem about the book?  Does it have to be one that is made up or can you find one that relates to the topic?  \nMake that a little clearer please....
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a poem about life --- from birth to death...\n\nbut when i read it it sounded much like a song...probably because of the repetitive lines that appear at the end of each verse... honestly I understand the verses except the lines about his ways/ his days... and I don't understand why those two lines need to be repeated so much and then it's not even the title.. sorry\n\noh I think "With desperate fire, his gray will sets to blaze" should be "With desperate fire, his gray will set to blaze"\n\ncontinue writing...much luck!
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yes i would care to know the deeper meaning to the story! it would interest me! good luck w/ ur research!
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i think it comes from a person who has been "burned" 1 to many times be people that they've fallen after. so there for they advise against opening up ones heart to easily, to often.\ni really like this poem, did you write it? if not who did?
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ok summer here is the best i got:\n\nThis poem is (obviously) a lament, or some sorrow for something lost, also known as an elegy.  In this case, the poem is a woman's song.  She is lamenting the loss of her lover (it is possible that he is simply not there, or absent).  \nHowever, it appears as if "her lord" is the same lord that governs the people in this poem.  Therefore, for some reason they are isolating her from him.  Her lord himself tells her to take up a "dwelling" that he has apparently appointed for her.  \nOnce there, she meets a man and falls in love with him, claiming that "death alone" would separate them.\nFor the remainder of the poem, the woman is expressing her deep grief as she is in exile in what seems to be some type of cave or tunnell in the ground.\n\nhere is a paragraph by paragraph analysis:\n1.  \nHere she is introducing her lament as a sorrowful tale of her utmost woe; that never before has she experienced any distress as dire or excruciating as this.\n\n2.\nhere she explains that her lords family/ gentry sent him on a sea journey.  "Dawn-cares" can be interpreted as she either worries about him so much, she is losing sleep, or she wakes up in the morning, and her 1st thought is her husband.  [These compound words are famous in anglo-saxon poetry.]  She decides to go into exile, which was a custom of women to do who were w/o there husbands.  She may have disgraced him and is thencforth banishing herself.  It seems that she is turning to his people for advice, and they have their own plans as to where she should go.  The scheme and plot to send her away and put her in a position which will forever keep them apart. \n\n3.\nHer lord confirms the dwelling place she is to go to.  Where she went for exile, she knows few people.\n\n4.  \nShe falls in love with a man who is depressive and well taken care of.  He also seems to be in exile w/ a broken heart...he may even be suicidal.  They vow together, that, in their exile, they will have eachother.  But, he kills himself, destroying their pact.  she is back to where she stared in her sorrow.\n\n5.  \nFillied with longing, she is sent to live in a cave or some sort of underground hovel.  \n\n6. She describes her surroundings as dismal and "briar-choked".  She bemoans that fact that loves walk the earth and experience joy, while she is condemned to despair.  She explains that she can never gain composure because she used to be so full of hope, promise, and she was enthused for life.  Now that everything is taken from her, she is torn.  She takes a turn to curse her lord and wish upon him sorrow and grief, that he may become lost and wandering in his journeys.  She wished upon him a brooding heart and "breast cares" (broken heart). \n\nWell, I really hope this helps you!! Good luck with everything!  I will also email this to u so u get it.
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This poem, like many of Blake's works, is simple and childlike, but its meaning is profound.  In many of his poems he uses symbols, and we are left to interpret the meaning.  To me this poem is about empathy and sharing the grief of others.  In today's world people may think that God has forsaken us, but in our time of greatest need he is there beside us, sharing our grief and giving us the inner strength we will need to cope with it.   We need to look beyond what the mortal eyes can see and not be misled by our superficial perception of reality.   To Blake God is not an abstract idea, but a real entity\n\nPerhaps another poem, Footprints, is a good commentary on this one of William Blake's.\n\nIf you do a YA search for William Blake you will find more than 30 questions about him and his poetry.  You may find helpful information there.
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One of the main ways the poem speaks' (the Diction?) is through the rhythm. It is slow and unhurried like the footsteps of the people carrying Sir John and like the drum beat at a funeral.  Otherwise there isn't a lot of imagery.  There is the 'struggling moonlight' perhaps an image of their own struggle in Battle.  The words are all short and clear, like a soldiers, and like his own funeral with no pomp though he was a hero.
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This site describes the traditions.  Epiphany means the appearance and has to do with the Magi and baby Jesus.
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http://www.catteacorner.com/dragosteadintei.htm\n\ntranslation of the lyrics
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Is this what you're looking for? \n\n"At Rainbow's End" by Kathryn Mobley O'Ridlehoover\n\nI was traveling down a long and tiresome road\nwhen suddenly there appeared before me, a lovely rainbow's end.\nA shimmering, refreshing rainbow, God's covenant in the heavens,\na promise to man of hope, of love... that all had been forgiven.\nMany times before I had tried to reach the lovely rainbow's end,\nnever succeeding, disappointed, but eager to try again.\nI spied a weary traveler coming from the other way.\nHe just happened to pass through the rainbow's end that day.\nI waited until he reached me and asked how it felt\nto enter the mystic rainbow, to pass through its colored belts.\nThe traveler looked at me as though I was babbling on\n"What rainbow? I have seen none."\n\n"The rainbow, sir, you just passed through\nI saw it completely surrounding you.\nThe pinks, the blues, the greens, they all embraced your form\nand made your surrounding world appear enticing, peaceful, warm.\nWas it like a wonder fairyland - rosey, pink, and gay?\nOr was it made of blues that gently turned to grey?\nWas the world a prettier place for having passed through?"\nOh, how I wanted to know and pass through a rainbow too.\n\n"No there was no rainbow's end, no fairyland, no gold.\nJust the same old journey to endure with some rain along the road."\nAs he passed on his way, I turned again to find\nthat mystic place - the rainbow's end - where lies the dream of time.\nNow I realized, one can only experience the exhilaration of the pink and blue\nby watching another traveler through rainbow's end pass through.\nFor if one tries to pass through that fabulous rainbow's end\nthe only thing of which one is aware is that it is raining again.
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i think its trying to just be a narrative poem telling the story of two mockingbirds that became gods and blessed people who were unwilling to become gods themselves. Its dort of a poem of self discovery.
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I am not a very religious person, but I am spiritual.  When you need God most He is there ... this poem says it all ...\n\nFootprints in the Sand by Mary Stevenson\n\nOne night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was\nwalking along the beach with the Lord. Across the\nsky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he\nnoticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one\nbelonging to him, and the other to the Lord. When\nthe last scene of his life flashed before him, he\nlooked back at the footprints in the sand. He\nnoticed that many times along the path of his life\nthere was only one set of footprints. He also noticed\nthat it happened at the very lowest and saddest\ntimes in his life. This really bothered him and he\nquestioned the Lord about it. "Lord, You said that\nonce I decided to follow you, You'd walk with me all\nthe way. But I have noticed that during the most\ntroublesome times in my life, there is only one set\nof footprints. I don't understand why when I needed\nyou most you would leave me." The Lord replied,\n"My son, My precious child, I love you and I would\nnever leave you. During your times of trial and\nsuffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it\nwas then that I Carried You."\n\nTake care.