Which page is the poem on in The Ground Beneath her Feet?
In the Salman Rushdie book, The Ground Beneath Her Feet, there's a poem. U2 made a song out of that poem. The words are: 'All my life, i worshipped her Her golden voice, her beauty's beat How she made us feel How she made me real And the ground beneath her feet And the ground beneath her feet" Which chapter or page is the poem featured in, with reference to the book?
What is the poem "the snow is deep on the ground" about?
The snow is deep on the ground. Always the light falls Softly down on the hair of my belovèd. This is a good world. The war has failed. God shall not forget us. Who made the snow waits where love is. Only a few go mad. The sky moves in its whiteness Like the withered hand of an old king. God shall not forget us. Who made the sky knows of our love. The snow is beautiful on the ground. And always the lights of heaven glow Softly down on the hair of my belovèd. (lines 1-15)
What do you think about my very short poem? "Birth" On the ground are pollens in a rainy day/ Hugging my wife in the bed, I am happy.
If I were hugging my wife in bed, then I'd write short poems, too.Even so, a poet could easily be motivated to write something that said a whole lot more than I am happy.:HAPPINESS, COME RAIN OR SHINE!::My wife's in bed this rainy day,Hugging her, I'm happy,As if God-blessed and come what may,He grants us harmony...For I love her so much I pray,With thanks that she loves meAnd turns all other loves awayTo shield this certainty...:Just like the sun and moon above,Each serves the other well,Yet, such as we, delight in love,Each with a tale to tell...It's like God's grace has proved enough,Our hearts and thoughts to gel,To form a bond, should things get tough,Bring Heaven into Hell...:Our wedding day was like a feast,Our guests were having funAnd from that day, joy hasn't ceased,It's like we've just begun...Our loneliness has been released,It's like the battle's wonAnd with each smile, we show we're pleasedThat we've done what we've done...:No wonder that I hug her closeAnd compliments I share,Because she blossoms like the roseWhen true love's in the air...The sun shines brightly, like it knowsOur love's beyond compare,A miracle that grows and growsIn answer to our prayer...::Denis Martindale 13th of April 2016.::
How do you like my poem?
English must be your second (or third or fourth or fifth) language. Every couplet is flawed in some deeply disabling way, but none more thanThe one last time to the ground when we will go to playSome will go and hug the trees, some on the ground will layDo not use inversions.Do not use extra words whose only purpose is, all too obviously, to fill out the meter.The verb you're searching for at the last is 'lie'. 'Lay' is simply incorrect.If you weren't writing doggerel, you would have written:When we shall go out to play that one last timeSome will hug the trees, some will lie on the ground.If you want to make a poem (the words 'poem' and 'poet' are related to the Greek for 'make' -- see 21. Lament for the Makers. William Dunbar. The Oxford Book of English Verse), imagine yourself into the persona of one who hugs trees at emotional partings and write from that point of view.And do not try to rhyme until you can write acceptable verse without it -- or until you learn which rhymes are hackneyed and predictable and can thus avoid them.
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS POEM?
1) Elegant, beautiful etc. She's being compared to a flower. 2) I don't know. It could be anything that's harmed or hurt her. 3) Death I think. "trodden in the ground" implies that to me, but it might also mean her feelings were "crushed" or something. Off topic: That was a very uninteresting poem. Carry on.
What do you think of this poem?
i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how ’bout now! He said, a little bit further, Son, and then you’ll leave the ground. i stepped on sand then stone, from hollow ground to sturdy. The sky was at my level as I gazed at the birdie. The Sea brought me a new idea, the urge to flee to the high. i asked my Father if i could fly, and he said, sure, Son – go try. i jumped as high as i could. Still, i landed on the ground. i saw my Father pull on a chain, then i knew that i was bound.
What is the theme of this poem?
Common Ground by Judith Ortiz Cofer Blood tells the story of your life in heartbeats as you live it; bones speak in the language of death, and flesh thins with age when up through your pores rises the stuff of your origin. These days, when I look in the mirror I see my grandmother's stern lips speaking in parentheses at the corners of my mouth of pain and deprivation I have never known. I recognize my father's brows arching in disdain over the objects of my vanity, my mother's nervous hands smoothing lines just appearing on my skin, like arrows pointing downward to our common ground. My friend and I had really different takes idea and I want to see what others think. The theme our teacher likes for us to have is in a form of "The ____ of ____." ex. "The loss of innocence". Both blanks don't have to only be one word though.
What is your favorite poem and or poet and why?
Small Pain In My Chestby Michael MackThe soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree.As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me.The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the nightAnd scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning's light."I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could."A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good.We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest -A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest."As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirtAll reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Asian dirt."Not much", said he. "I count myself more lucky than the rest.They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest.""Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old.I see the sun is shining bright and yet I'm feeling cold.We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest,The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest.""I looked around to get some aid - the only things I foundWere big, deep craters in the earth - bodies on the ground.I kept on firing at them, sir. I tried to do my best,But finally sat down with this small pain in my chest.""I'm grateful, sir", he whispered, as I handed my canteenAnd smiled a smile that was, I think, the brightest that I've seen."Seems silly that a man my size so full of vim and zest,Could find himself defeated by a small pain in his chest.""What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown,If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone?Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast,That I'd be sitting HERE one day with this pain in my chest?""Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun."It's growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun.I think, before I travel on, I'll get a little rest ..........And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest.I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried;I put my arms around him and I pulled him to my sideAnd, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressedThe large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.Why?This poem I read in my class 10 ICSE.And this is the poem which I read whole heartedly in my entire class 10 poem series.Just feel the words and feel the pain a soldier faces….Baby!❤️Yours:- Aniket Gupta ✍