A Winter Daybreak Above Vence ANALYSIS!!?!?!?!?!?
The night's drifts Pile up below me and behind my back, Slide down the hill, rise again, and build Eerie little dunes on the roof of the house. In the valley below me, Miles between me and the town of St.-Jeannet, The road lamps glow. They are so cold, they might as well be dark. Trucks and cars Cough and drone down there between the golden Coffins of greenhouses, the startled squawk Of a rooster claws heavily across A grove, and drowns. The gumming snarl of some grouchy dog sounds, And a man bitterly shifts his broken gears. True night still hangs on, Mist cluttered with a racket of its own. Now on the mountainside, A little way downhill among turning rucks, A square takes form in the side of a dim wall. I hear a bucket rattle or something, tinny, No other stirring behind the dim face Of the goatherd's house. I imagine His goats are still sleeping, dreaming Of the fresh roses Beyond the walls of the greenhouse below them. And of lettuce leaves opening in Tunisia. I turn, and somehow Impossibly hovering in the air over everything, The Mediterranean, nearer to the moon Than this mountain is, Shines. A voice clearly Tells me to snap out of it. Galway Mutters out of the house and up the stone stairs To start the motor. The moon and the stars Suddenly flicker out, and the whole mountain Appears, pale as a shell. Look, the sea has not fallen and broken Our heads. How can I feel so warm Here in the dead center of January? I can Scarcely believe it, and yet I have to, this is The only life I have. I get up from the stone. My body mumbles something unseemly And follows me. Now we are all sitting here strangely On top of sunlight. DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHAT THIS POEM MEANS?!?!?!?!?
A Winter Daybreak Above Vence ANALYSIS!!?!?!?!?!?
This piece of poetic prose describes a winter daybreak in the middle of January as experienced by a person who lives in Vence, a town on a steep mountainside above St. Jeannet (and Nice), within view of the Mediterranean Sea. At first it is still dark and he makes out the newly fallen snow on the hillside above him and in the valley below him and on the roofs below. He can see a lighted road and hear the noises of early morning activity, cars and trucks, coughing and shifting gears. He hears a rooster crow. A dog growls. The lighted greenhouses below (Vence is known for flower growing and the lights make the flowers grow even at night) look like golden coffins to him. (A simile if you are looking for one!) In the second stanza he hears sounds of a goatherd going about his morning chores tending the goats and imagines the goats are still dreaming of getting into one of those greenhouses and eating the flowers. Or maybe of eating lettuce across the sea in Tunisia. He turns and gets a strange perspective from his height on the mountainside that makes the Mediterranean look like it is above him and closer to the moon than his perch on the mountain. Suddenly a voice of a fellow worker or boss calls to him to snap out of his revery and start the car. Be part of the workaday world. The night ends simultaneously, the stars and moon disappear and the mountainside now looks like a pale shell. But, wonder of wonders, the sea, which just moments ago seemed to be above him has not crashed down on his head. He feels warm for a January morning. He has a gastronomical event, let's say a belch, and here's the sun coming over the horizon and it is strangely below him because it is just above the sea and he is up on the mountinside. This is simply a record of an experience that impressed its author with its beauty and uniqueness. It is well enough done so we can share the experience.
Does cymbalta really help with anxiety?
I have been on some type of benzodiazepam (xanax, klonopin, etc,) for about 7 years. I really hate having to take these kinds of meds, so I asked my doctor to cut my klonopin in half. He put me on cymbalta (for depression AND anxiety). So my question is, for those of you who take this antidepressant, does it REALLY help with anxiety? I am terrified to stop the klonopin completely. My doc swears by it, so I am trusting him. Please, anyone who takes this drug for the same reasons, I could really use the input.
A summary of "A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim"?
1. I see what the speaker sees: Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying, Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woolen blanket, Gray and heavy blanket, folding, covering all. Feelings: fear, suffering is all around, stretchers scattered about. 2. Who are you ? 3. old man symbolize the extreme effects of this situation; boy conveys youthful innocence soon to be consumed by the circumstances 4. a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow. He assumes this is the face of the middle-aged people, face of saviors, Christ himself who should end this calamity and save the seniors and youth from danger. Dead or divine means mortal or immortal 5. When dining at the devil's table, it's wise to use a long spoon. This I assume is Walt Whitman's message. .
Can anyone help interpret this poem?
When I get to be a composer I'm gonna write me some music about Daybreak in Alabama And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist And falling out of heaven like soft dew. I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it And the scent of pine needles And the smell of red clay after rain And long red necks And poppy colored faces And big brown eyes Of black and white black white black people And I'm gonna put white hands And black hands and brown hands and yellow hands And red clay earth hands in it Touching everybody with kind fingers And touching each other natural as dew In that dawn of music when I Get to be a composer And write about daybreak In Alabama. Would you describe the tone of this poem as detached, cynical, philosophical, playful, solemn, ironic, or passionate? and Why?
Whats the meaning of Maya Angelou in her poem “Still I rise” ?
This is actually the first time I've read this poem, and it is beautiful. Especially since, to some degree, I can relate. Anyways, what it means is that no matter what, you should continue to stand up with head up high. The first stanza starts the ball rolling magnificently. People will talk behind you back, people will spread whatever rumors they can conjure, even to the point of ramming your face in the mud and really make a picture of you as a dirty, good for nothing person. Yet despite that, you still walk with your head high, knowing they're not true. And when people can't seem to understand why you're not upset, they'll continue putting you down. And you'll just laugh it off, not really caring or commenting on what they say or do. But it's not just what the present is handing to you. Even that which was given you will not veer you off course. The last stanza attests to that. Even if you have a checkered past, no matter what you may have done before, you can still rise, you can still stand up, look the world in the eye and tell them, I WILL RISE. For the one with a forgettable past, it's a poem of second chances. For the one who keeps failing in every endeavor, it's a poem of not quitting. For someone who has been back-stabbed by words or action, it's a poem of redemption and integrity. And for anyone who has been in the darkness, before or now, however the shade of it, it's a poem of hope. I like the last three lines. She repeated it again and again. It isn't just rising up, but RISING UP! With force, with gusto, with such empathic enthusiasm that anyone who dares get in the way won't be able to do anything about it.
Why do I get anxiety and feel like crying when too many good things are happening in my life? Why is it so hard for me to deal with blessings?
Hello friend!I am not trained or educated in any field outside of mining operations/logistics, but as a lifelong sufferer of anxiety (and at one time depression), I may be able to shed some light on this feeling.I had my first panic attack when I was most successful in my business, with everything going my way at home…in a sweet spot so to say. Being a narcissistic guy in the mining industry, I thought I was just having a heart issue until the attacks became so severe I knew it was at the very least triggered by my anxious nature. The resulting physiological chaos was something that made little to no objective sense, yet was very real in my mind and body. I so felt only comfortable at home and was becoming increasingly depressed because of the situation.So I went to a primary care physician, who because of my stubborn nature referred me to a cardiologist to verify it was not heart related. He sat me down and explained how the attacks and later constant condition were simply related to my brain chemistry, life experiences, and genetics. Long story short… you can fix it quite simply. First thing is to get plenty of rest. The next is to exercise for at least thirty minutes a day. Then, unlike me, do not be stigmatized into believing you shouldn’t take “crazy medication”. I had a hang up at first, but now take a daily SSRI inhibitor and an “as needed” small dose of Xanax for any extra tough days. I rarely need the Xanax.Put it all together, and I now realize I was not nearly as focused as I am now. I pop out of bed at daybreak, and fly without fear of crashing. Good luck and PM with any questions. I hope this helped.
What is it like for non-Mormons living in one of Utah's large cities?
I live in northern Utah, not in a big city, but with a large proportion of Mormons. I am Christian, but not Mormon.First thing, is if your a nice person, everyone assumes your Mormon and is mildly shocked if your not. “What, people can be nice and not Mormon???”. It's a common mistake that I get a lot but it's not a big deal.There are the common horror stories of people being rejected from social groups or being bullied or feeling like an outcast. But this is just not the case. Yeah, it happens here and there but often times (though not always), those stories are blown way out of proportion. I have rarely felt like an outcast because my faith is different. And the people that do give that feeling, are not representative of the Mormon church as a whole.In fact, people in Utah tend to be kinder overall. I'm not sure if this is purely due to the hefty presence of the LDS church or not, but there is just a friendly vibe everywhere you go.Another thing I should note, is that Mormons are by no means all perfect people. Being Mormon is almost just a thing that everyone seems to connect themselves with regardless of the type of person they are. Some of the heaviest drinking, most foul-mouthed, pot-smoking people I know are Mormon. It's like being Mormon is not a big deal in Utah.So overall, whether you agree or disagree with the Mormon church, life is not all that much different. I have lived all over the country (and world) and have never felt like this was a bad place for me. I personally love it in Utah and have no intentions of leaving for a while.
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