I disagree on the first. I would call it poetry of place. You're not really wrong to call it nature, either, but end of summer is not the same everywhere. If the grave is the place, then the second one is of place. The spirit returning is spirit. You're choice. I agree with the third and fourth.
Poetry is open to interpretation by the reader or listener. Different people will understand it in different ways.
MY answers are below the poems, pls check them for me!!!!
Match the category of poetry with the except or poem
A. Poetry of place
B. Poetry of spirit
C. Poetry of nature
D. Poetry of family
think it is (in order): Poetry of Nature, Poetry of Place, Poetry of Spirit, and Poetry of Nature. Am I right? I'm really bad at poetry.
Dove-twirl in the tall grass. End-of-summer glaze next door On the gloves and split ends of the conked magnolia tree. Work sounds: truck back-up-beep, wood tin-hammer, cicada, fire horn
POETRY OF NATURE
My birthplace vanished, my citizenship earned, in league with stones of the earth, Ienter, without retreat or help from history, the days of no day, my earth of no earth, I re-enter the city in which I love you. And I never believed that the multitude of dreams and many words were vain.
POETRY OF PLACE
On the days when the rest have failed you, let this much be yours— flies, dust, an unnameable odor, the two waiting baskets: one for the lemons and passion, the other for all you have lost. Both empty, it will come to your shoulder, breathe slowly against your bare arm. If you offer it hay, it will eat. Offered nothing, it will stand as long as you ask. The little bells of the bridle will hang beside you quietly, in the heat and the tree's thin shade. Do not let its sparse mane deceive you, or the way the left ear swivels into dream. This too is a gift of the gods. Calm and complete.
POETRY OF SPIRIT
When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve— death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes.
POETRY OF NATURE
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You're welcome!
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You're welcome!
Didn't believe ^^^ anyway. Real answers are:
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these are the right answers 100%
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You guys are all idiotic. You are giving this guy a bunch of different varieties of answers that there is know way he can know which of you is correct. Smh.
Oh yeah, because complaining about everyone else while not helping out yourself is totally the way to go! :^)
those are all incorrect :/
it's:
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C
it's:
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C
OMG like wth what are the actual answers ???
POETRY OF NATURE
Dove-twirl in the tall grass. End-of-summer glaze next door On the gloves and split ends of the conked magnolia tree. Work sounds: truck back-up-beep, wood tin-hammer, cicada, fire horn
POETRY OF SPIRIT
My birthplace vanished, my citizenship earned, in league with stones of the earth, Ienter, without retreat or help from history, the days of no day, my earth of no earth, I re-enter the city in which I love you. And I never believed that the multitude of dreams and many words were vain.
POETRY OF SPIRIT
On the days when the rest have failed you, let this much be yours— flies, dust, an unnameable odor, the two waiting baskets: one for the lemons and passion, the other for all you have lost. Both empty, it will come to your shoulder, breathe slowly against your bare arm. If you offer it hay, it will eat. Offered nothing, it will stand as long as you ask. The little bells of the bridle will hang beside you quietly, in the heat and the tree's thin shade. Do not let its sparse mane deceive you, or the way the left ear swivels into dream. This too is a gift of the gods. Calm and complete.
POETRY OF NATURE
When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve— death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes.
Dove-twirl in the tall grass. End-of-summer glaze next door On the gloves and split ends of the conked magnolia tree. Work sounds: truck back-up-beep, wood tin-hammer, cicada, fire horn
POETRY OF SPIRIT
My birthplace vanished, my citizenship earned, in league with stones of the earth, Ienter, without retreat or help from history, the days of no day, my earth of no earth, I re-enter the city in which I love you. And I never believed that the multitude of dreams and many words were vain.
POETRY OF SPIRIT
On the days when the rest have failed you, let this much be yours— flies, dust, an unnameable odor, the two waiting baskets: one for the lemons and passion, the other for all you have lost. Both empty, it will come to your shoulder, breathe slowly against your bare arm. If you offer it hay, it will eat. Offered nothing, it will stand as long as you ask. The little bells of the bridle will hang beside you quietly, in the heat and the tree's thin shade. Do not let its sparse mane deceive you, or the way the left ear swivels into dream. This too is a gift of the gods. Calm and complete.
POETRY OF NATURE
When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve— death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes.
Jesus has this, it's
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yall had me confused, I got lucky.
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yall had me confused, I got lucky.
Tom has Jesus' blessing.
jesus is always correct.
thanks babe
Just realized this was on my test too, Jesus, just saved his future self.
True story
Jesus is always the way to go
Jesus is wrong for
Lesson 1: Contemporary Literature
Honors English 3 B Unit 4: Contemporary Postmodernism
it's
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C
Lesson 1: Contemporary Literature
Honors English 3 B Unit 4: Contemporary Postmodernism
it's
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B
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C
[In honors]
The correct answers are listed below:
POETRY OF NATURE
Dove-twirl in the tall grass. End-of-summer glaze next door On the gloves and split ends of the conked magnolia tree. Work sounds: truck back-up-beep, wood tin-hammer, cicada, fire horn
POETRY OF SPIRIT
My birthplace vanished, my citizenship earned, in league with stones of the earth, Ienter, without retreat or help from history, the days of no day, my earth of no earth, I re-enter the city in which I love you. And I never believed that the multitude of dreams and many words were vain.
POETRY OF SPIRIT
On the days when the rest have failed you, let this much be yours— flies, dust, an unnameable odor, the two waiting baskets: one for the lemons and passion, the other for all you have lost. Both empty, it will come to your shoulder, breathe slowly against your bare arm. If you offer it hay, it will eat. Offered nothing, it will stand as long as you ask. The little bells of the bridle will hang beside you quietly, in the heat and the tree's thin shade. Do not let its sparse mane deceive you, or the way the left ear swivels into dream. This too is a gift of the gods. Calm and complete.
POETRY OF NATURE
When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve— death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes.
POETRY OF NATURE
Dove-twirl in the tall grass. End-of-summer glaze next door On the gloves and split ends of the conked magnolia tree. Work sounds: truck back-up-beep, wood tin-hammer, cicada, fire horn
POETRY OF SPIRIT
My birthplace vanished, my citizenship earned, in league with stones of the earth, Ienter, without retreat or help from history, the days of no day, my earth of no earth, I re-enter the city in which I love you. And I never believed that the multitude of dreams and many words were vain.
POETRY OF SPIRIT
On the days when the rest have failed you, let this much be yours— flies, dust, an unnameable odor, the two waiting baskets: one for the lemons and passion, the other for all you have lost. Both empty, it will come to your shoulder, breathe slowly against your bare arm. If you offer it hay, it will eat. Offered nothing, it will stand as long as you ask. The little bells of the bridle will hang beside you quietly, in the heat and the tree's thin shade. Do not let its sparse mane deceive you, or the way the left ear swivels into dream. This too is a gift of the gods. Calm and complete.
POETRY OF NATURE
When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve— death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes.
y'all are stupid
1. Dove question- place
2. Birthplace- family
3. On days- spirit
4. Snake- nature
1. Dove question- place
2. Birthplace- family
3. On days- spirit
4. Snake- nature
this forum is really funny
Here are the 2019 answers
1.A
2.C
3.A
4.A
5.D
6.D
7.B
8.A
9.D
10.D
11.C
12.B
13.B
14.A
15.D
16.C
17.A
18.B
19.B
20.A
21.D
22.C
23.D
24.B
25.C
26.D
27.B
28.B
29.B
30.A
31.B
32.A
33.A
34.C
35.D
36.B
37.C
38.B
39.D
40.B
41.C
42.F
43.A
44.E
45.D
46.B
47.B
48.C
49.A
50.C
51.A
52.B
53.A
54.D
55.B
56.C
1.A
2.C
3.A
4.A
5.D
6.D
7.B
8.A
9.D
10.D
11.C
12.B
13.B
14.A
15.D
16.C
17.A
18.B
19.B
20.A
21.D
22.C
23.D
24.B
25.C
26.D
27.B
28.B
29.B
30.A
31.B
32.A
33.A
34.C
35.D
36.B
37.C
38.B
39.D
40.B
41.C
42.F
43.A
44.E
45.D
46.B
47.B
48.C
49.A
50.C
51.A
52.B
53.A
54.D
55.B
56.C
if you're on the quiz quick check: contemporary literature
the answers are-
what is metafiction;
the act of telling a story becomes part of a story.
what is a nonfiction novel;
literature that reveals true facts through short form.
what makes a verb irregular;
does not form its past and past participle by adding -ed or -d to the present
now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire....blah blah;
poetry of nature
on the days the rest have failed you...blah blah;
poetry of spirit
just did the test and got 100%, the letter for each answer;
A
B
B
C
A
you're welcome.
the answers are-
what is metafiction;
the act of telling a story becomes part of a story.
what is a nonfiction novel;
literature that reveals true facts through short form.
what makes a verb irregular;
does not form its past and past participle by adding -ed or -d to the present
now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire....blah blah;
poetry of nature
on the days the rest have failed you...blah blah;
poetry of spirit
just did the test and got 100%, the letter for each answer;
A
B
B
C
A
you're welcome.
sHe gave 4 questions and yall answering with 5 answers how does that make any sense
the answers for 2022 connections academy are
a,a,a,c,c these are the real answers :^) (^:
a,a,a,c,c these are the real answers :^) (^:
It's honestly not that hard to type out the answers instead of being useless and just typing the letters of the answer.
1 answer