What are some good short stories between 150 - 200 words starting with the line, "I saw a small boy standing in the woods and crying "?
I saw a small boy standing in the woods and crying. His dear tree had been felled. He was inconsolable. For that little boy it was not just a tree. It was like a friend he would rush to everyday after school, a friend who would hide him from those nasty bullies, a friend who always had sweet fruits for him, and a friend who would wrap him in a warm embrace and put him to sleep. “This is murder”, he screamed as I tried to console him. He said he would avenge the murder, he kept saying he would. I had then laughed at his innocence and dismissed it as a childish whim. But today thirty years later as I sit in the audience and listen to the same little boy, now all grown up speak about conservation of environment I know he still remembers his tree, his friend. As the audience broke into a thunderous applause after his speech, I felt he had now avenged his dear friend.
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep". What do you get from these lines?
These are the lines from the poem "Stopping by woods by snowy evening" by Robert Frost. A beautiful poem in simple language but with a deeper connotation. It goes like this:Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.The woods are lovely, dark and deep: The woods is the metaphor for death. Our world-weary narrator is tired; the rest that death could provide him would be “lovely, dark, and deep.” But I have promises to keep: This line shows a major change in the narrator. He does not allow himself to fall to temptation. The narrator is pulled back from the brink by his responsibilities and societal obligations, though the sublime beauty of nature and of death were enough to make him halt his journey for a while.And miles to go before I sleep: Metaphorically the “miles to go” is life and the “sleep” is death. The narrator’s repetition of the final lines also have a darker meaning. They are acknowledgements of a death wish that the narrator previously had before succumbing to his responsibilities and societal obligations.These last 4 lines were found on a scrap of paper on the desk of India's first prime minister Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru when he died—presumed to be the last words he saw.
What's your favorite lesser-known poem by Robert Frost?
I do like "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" and "Mending Wall," but I've always assumed those were well-known also. Not that I'd know, really, but those are the only four I've ever heard discussed or mentioned. I've never read "Birches" or "Acquainted With the Night." I absolutely love these two: http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/rob... http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets... And I really like these two: http://www.bartleby.com/118/1.html http://www.bartleby.com/118/10.html I could read Robert Frost all day, he's just so awesome!
Can you end a poem with a question?
This one caught my attention because I’ve written a lot of poems with questions within them, but I wasn’t sure if I had ended one with a question. Turns out, I did! It’s based on my painting of the same name, titled The Scale of Justice.The Scale of JusticeReflect upon what you have done.Ponder that from which you come.Give me your heart, receive a feather.In whole or part, here in the nether.This is your essence, a tiny compartment.Judgment, atonement, your final allotment.Your wishes, your dreams are reaching fulfillment.Anubis is ready, there’s no more postponement.Your thoughts and your prayers;Your actions and deeds.Holy men and doomsayers;Taking care of your needs.Or maybe you’re been led astray?Awash with tears, you kneel and pray.Could there be another way?Beyond all hope, now you’re the prey.Is this enough, your distilled essence,To tip the scale, to change the sentence?Was it sincere, your final penance?Or just a symbol, just a semblance?
Can you critique this poem please?
My friend used to study English lit in Trinity but unfortunately she had a big stroke and lost the ability to think. She's in her 20s still and the doctors say there's a chance that she could make a recovery if she remains mentally active. So she spent 9 months writing this poem. She asked me to tell her if it's any good, but I don't know anything about poetry so I want to find out from people here whether or not the poem is good. Please be honest about it, if it's good it's good and if it's bad it's bad. Ok? This is the poem: Johnny went out to cut the wood, traboo, traboo Johnny went out to cut the wood TRABOO, TRABOO The wind blew, the axe flew, Johnny went home with his balls in a sling Tra Tra Booey, always cutting the wood! Any good?
I need to paraphrase the poem "the road not taken" by robert frost..help!!!?
Hi, >3 ! Easy! I hope! Here goes - One road splits into two inside a wood in Autumn (or Fall), And although I was sorry that I could not travel both at once, I stood for a long time And looked down one as far as I could To where it turned and was lost amongst the small plants. I decided to take the other because it looked just as good, And perhaps provided the better choice , Because it was grassy and invited some-one to walk on it; Eventhough both tracks seemed to have had about the same number of people passing there and had been worn about the same. And both tracks had not been used already that morning because no steps had trodden in the leaves. I would keep the first track for another day Yet knowing how one track often leads onto another track, I doubted if I should ever come back to where I started.. Long into the future I shall be telling this to some-one else with fond memories About the two roads that I had to choose from in a wood, and how I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference to my life. Now you will have to tidy it up a bit but keep this in mind as you go through it - My best guess it is just some-one who is travelling down the road of life and he/she comes to a time and place where they have to make a choice and know that they will not come back to the same place and time to have another choice. They will tell people of the day that changed their life.
Dark woods circuse expained?
I saw hatsune miku dark woods circus.Comments said it was about the abuse of many children for entertainment and they were turned to freaks.Im not sure what that means.Is there a background or history about dark woods circus
Abandoned dog (poem)?
Congratulations, You just made the whole yahoo community cry, now tears are welling up in my eyes, because of its lousy owners that poor dog dies. That is a great poem very touching++ ___
How do you encourage kids to read books on wider topics if they are only fixated in one area?
Reading about one thing will likely lead to reading about something else eventually. I made available to my boys whatever they wanted to read from chapter books, how to draw, anime, magazines & Transformer instruction manuals for ky future jechanical engineer. Low pressure techniques even converted my “I hate reading" nephew to an avid redditer who's a willing, albeit unenthusiastic, reader.When they're heading in the right general direction, you don't need to steer. I happily discovered that kids will not live, love or learn in exactly the way we expect, but when we let them find their own paths they go much farther because, while we have experience, they're the only ones who really know where they are. Our job is to keep them from getting lost in the woods.
What is your favourite nature poem?
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything."-William ShakespeareTo me, the simple lines William Shakespeare penned in his play, As You Like It, illustrates the quintessential example as to how man may distance himself from the corruption of civilization when he immerses himself in nature.The poetic verse explains that man may not only enjoy the fruits of a natural environment, but may also become educated by them as well. He needs only to be open to the gifts nature bestows upon him.Although I am not a very good calligrapher, these words were so poetic that I spent time at my table, with my acrylics and pens, creating this wall hanging for my bath. I look upon it everyday, the words well memorized and beloved. For I know them to be true.I've heard the sermons “spoken” by stones and “heard” stories told of the geologic past, and how the mountains were born. I've written music to the rhythm of the babbling brooks and the whispering leaves which rustled in the breeze, their “lyrics” talking to me on a sunny afternoon in a fit of inspiration. And in my outdoor appreciation, and yes, in my solitude, I found good there.