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Sir Gawain And the Green Knight' is a poem written by the Pearl poet during the Middle Ages. In this narrative poem, the Green Knight challenges Sir Gawain to a New Year's game to 'exchange one blow for another.' Sir Gawain gives the first blow, beheading the Green Knight. Much to his amazement and horror, though, the Knight picks up his decapitated head and states that Sir Gawain must now receive his blow at the Green Chapel in a year and a day. On his journey to his certain doom, Sir Gawain ...
Casualty' by famous Irish poet Seamus Heaney is a fiercely political, touchingly personal, and deeply religious elegy. It is part of his later work, published as part of his 5th collection ' 'Field Work'. The poem was written about and anonymous party originally, but a time after releasing 'Casualty' Heaney revealed, in an interview, that he had...
In the poetry of love and desire, the concept of wildness can often have connotations of unbridled passion ' a very sensual and physical way of losing oneself in lust. However, here Wyatt takes the word 'wild', with all of its overtones in such poetry, to instead represent a change in a relationship from mutual trust to frantic fear. Here, the hunt...
Both Adrienne Rich and Audre Lorde, in their respective poems entitled Power, convey the idea that ones identity and sense of worth is defined by what they are willing to give up. This message is energized by the emotion the authors evoke through their ability to communicate a sense of experience. It is this experience as mothers and highly intel...
When reading poetry on the subject of war, one's own feelings regarding the subject are evoked. This makes it easier to feel the words and what they say to you. Crane's selection, "War is Kind" presents a dilemma from the outset as it uses two words "war" and "kind" that are dissimilar. Crane then highlights acts of destruction and despair with...
Mother, any distance greater than a single span requires a second pair of hands. You come to help me measure windows, pelmets, doors, the acres of the walls, the prairies of the floors. You at the zero-end, me with the spool of tape, recording length, reporting metres, centimetres back to base, then leaving up the stairs, the line still feedi...
