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Part IV: Short Essay

Emily Dickinson had a very strong and sometimes depressing view of death. Many of her poems were written from a first person point of view describing people slowly going crazy. Often times, Dickinson would use funerals and/or death itself as metaphors to symbolize characters in her poems feeling as if parts of them (spiritually and physically) were slowly dying. For example, in the poem: “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain” Ms. Dickinson uses the concept of a funeral (lines 1-4) as a metaphor to describe her character slowly but surely losing her mind. After reading this, one could almost assume that Ms. Dickinson wrote the poem to help cope and come to grasps with the sad fact that sooner or later everybody dies. One thing that really stands out in this poem is when Ms. Dickinson speaks about “losing” her mind and becoming insane. The so called “funeral” taking place in her head is simply a figure of speech describing the gradual deterioration of her intellect.
Another belief that may have been held by Dickinson is that the holy customs and rites regarding funerals, is the closest that many individuals will ever come to understanding the extremely vague concept of death before they too “kick the bucket”. This belief can be found in Dickinson’s allegoric poem: “The Bustle in a House” (lines 1-4). In this particular poem, Dickinson chooses her words carefully, making sure to use words with meanings that can be interpreted several different ways. For example, in the second line of “The Bustle in a house”, it is no happenstance that Dickinson uses the word “morning” which is a homograph for mourning, the traditional demonstration of anguish that Dickinson builds upon later in the poem. Lines 5-6 of “The Bustle in a House” use house cleaning as a figure of speech to describe the process of “moving on” after losing a loved one. Many people oftentimes use mundane tasks such as house keeping, to help distract them during times of hardship. When Dickinson writes “The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away” (lines 5-6) her meaning is somewhat unclear, although I think that when she says heart, she might be referring to the analogous word hearth. The hearth (fireplace) would need to be cleaned before relatives of the deceased arrived to pay their respects. In past times, most people were under the impression that after someone died, it was the responsibility of that person’s family to clean their home, so that others would come to visit. However, this was oftentimes easier said than done, since every house contains evidence of the existence of the departed. Another possible meaning one could derive from these two lines, is that the heart, shattered into fragments by grief, must be brushed off and placed in a secret place. Love similar to reminiscence, must be hidden in a secure location.
Having read another of Miss Dickinson’s poems (A Coffin-is a small Domain), it occurred to me that there is a strong possibility that Dickinson was a firm believer in the existence of both Heaven and God. In lines 1-3 of “A Coffin-is a small Domain” Dickinson refers to a coffin as being small in stature, but yet still being large enough to contain what she calls “A Citizen of Paradise”. I myself interpreted this “Citizen of Paradise” to be symbolizing a deceased person currently residing in heaven. If you closely examine the seventh, eighth, and ninth lines of the poem, you see that Dickinson uses the word “he” twice and the word “him” once, I believe that when Dickinson says “he” she is referring to God. Another meaning that one can draw from the seventh and eighth lines of the poem, is that when she writes “And all the Seas He populates And Lands He looks upon” Dickinson is basically saying that everything on Earth including the earth its self were created by and therefore belong to no one but God.
Lines 11 and 12 of the poem have Dickinson mentioning a “Circumference without Relief—Or Estimate—or End—“. This “circumference” that Dickinson refers to, could have numerous meanings, although I took it to be a metaphor for the “circle of life” which is an endless and repeating process. The moral of the poem is that death is unavoidable and eventually everybody dies. While this may be a slightly depressing moral, all is not lost for Dickinson gives hope to her readers by hinting at the possibility of life after death, also known as heaven.

"Arcturus" is his other name
By: Emily Dickinson
(http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arcturus-is-his-other-name/)

Part I: Analysis of a poem

"Arcturus" is his other name—
I'd rather call him "Star."
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!

I slew a worm the other day—
A "Savant" passing by
Murmured "Resurgam"—"Centipede"!
"Oh Lord—how frail are we"!

I pull a flower from the woods—
A monster with a glass
Computes the stamens in a breath—
And has her in a "class"!

Whereas I took the Butterfly
Aforetime in my hat—
He sits erect in "Cabinets"—
The Clover bells forgot.

What once was "Heaven"
Is "Zenith" now—
Where I proposed to go
When Time's brief masquerade was done
Is mapped and charted too.

What if the poles should frisk about
And stand upon their heads!
I hope I'm ready for "the worst"—
Whatever prank betides!

Perhaps the "Kingdom of Heaven's" changed—
I hope the "Children" there Won't be "new fashioned" when I come—
And laugh at me—and stare—

I hope the Father in the skies
Will lift his little girl—
Old fashioned—naught—everything—
Over the stile of "Pearl."

I feel that Ms. Dickinson is trying to express how sick and tired she is of science and scientists interfering with nature and making everything more complicated than it really is. For example, in lines 1-4, Ms. Dickinson talks about a particular star with the scientific name "Arcturus" that she refers to as “star”. Ms. Dickinson wishes scientists would not interfere with nature and would stop referring to stars by scientific names.
In lines 5-8, Emily recounts a past experience in which she killed a worm as a ‘Savant’ (French for a person of high intelligence) was passing by, prompting the man to call the worm by its specific scientific name, centipede. The man then says to the now deceased worm, “Resurgam (Latin for “I shall rise again”) — Centipede" if you have ever tried to kill a centipede, you know how difficult it is, since they always seem to “rise again”. In line # 8, when the man says: "Oh Lord—how frail are we!” He seems to be referring to how frail humans are compared to the seemingly ever living centipede.
Lines 9-12 have Ms. Dickinson recalling another past experience in which she pulled a flower in the woods, only to have a botanist with a magnifying glass, whom she metaphorically refers to as a “monster with a glass”, examine and classify it.
Lines 13-16 describe how in the past, Dickinson was able to admire butterflies in their natural habitats without annoying scientists running around catching and classifying everything in sight. Now she can no longer marvel at the sheer beauty of butterflies in their natural environments. Instead, she now must think of butterflies as “scientific specimens” and not just simple butterflies. Also, she can no longer observe them in their natural habitats; instead she must look at them lying in cabinets and frames dead as can be.
In lines 17-21, Emily used to hope that when she died, she would get to heaven which used to be mysterious and unknown. But now heaven is no longer unknown, now it is “mapped and charted”.
I believe that the “poles” Dickinson is referring to in lines 22-25, are none other than the North and South Poles. She is saying that her life is so complicated that if the world itself were to literally turn upside down, she would not be surprised.
Lines 27-29 are important because Emily refers to a passage in the Bible (Matthew 19: 14) where Jesus said, “Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for such is the kingdom of heaven.” Suffer, in this context, does not mean harm. Basically, Emily is hoping that when she dies and goes to heaven, the sweet and innocent children of God will not change like everything else around her.
Lines 30-33 Emily feels that although everything else has changed, she is still the same. She hopes that because of this, God will help her over the pearly gates and lift her into heaven, just the way she is.
In conclusion, Ms. Dickinson enjoyed and appreciated nature and felt that everything was more beautiful naturally. I believe that the overall message of this poem is that Ms. Dickinson preferred things simple and old fashioned, rather than complicated and new fashioned. Her strong feelings and beliefs make her poem unique and meaningful.

PART III: Found Poem
This is my letter to the world (Line 1 from “This is my letter to the world”)
That perches in the soul- (Line 2 from “Hope is the thing with feathers”)
To comprehend a nectar (Line 3 from “Success is counted sweetest”)
To a discerning eye- (Line 2 from “Much madness is divinest sense”)
At recess-in the ring- (Line 10 from “Because I could not stop for death”)
A wooden way, regardless grown (Line 7 and 8 from “After great pain a formal feeling comes”)
Between the heaves of storm- (Line 4 from “I heard a fly buzz when I died”)
It yet remains to see (Line 2 from “My life closed twice before its close”)
What portion of me be (Line 10 from “I heard a fly buzz when I died”)
So huge, so hopeless to conceive (Line 5 from “My life closed twice before its close”)
A quartz contentment, like a stone- (Line 9 from “After great pain a formal feeling comes”)
My tippet- only tulle- (Line 16 from “Because I could not stop for death”)
And all we need of hell (Line 8 from “My life closed twice before its close”)

*All of the above lines came from poems written by Ms. Emily Dickinson

Mothers’ Day, such a wonderful holiday, the one day each year where we celebrate one of God’s greatest creations, our mothers! Looking back, it pains me to see all the times that I mistreated my mother and took for granted all the wonderful things she does for me. But then fast forward and am pleased to see me telling her I’m sorry. With a smile on her face she immediately forgives me and gives me a big warm hug, which lets me forgive myself for being so cruel to the one person on earth who loves me more than life itself, and who would give or do anything just to put a smile on my face. My mom, the woman who gave birth to me, who raised me, who taught me right from wrong, who showed me how to be a gentleman, who was there for me when times were tough and who always listened to me whenever I had something to say. My mom has done all of this and more, and for that I can never thank her enough. That’s why this mothers’ day, instead of buying some cheap cheesy card from the store, I decided to give my mom something special that she’ll cherish more than all the store bought cards in the world. A poem I wrote myself that proves just how blessed I really am, by having the greatest mom in the world! Happy Mothers’ Day mom, I love you!

Having experienced many of life’s ups and downs, every once in a while I still find it hard to believe, to realize just how far I’ve come. From the time when I was newly born and just learning to crawl, to the day when I’m old and struggling just to walk, I know deep down in my heart and my soul that I will always and forever cherish and remember all those tender moments in between.

I asked her “what are you up to?” she said “hanging with Jeremy.” Hanging with Jeremy?! Number 1: Who is Jeremy? , Number 2: What is Jeremy? I asked myself these questions but couldn’t come up with an answer. I asked her these questions and she said “oh he’s just a friend”. At first I thought to myself “no big deal” but then as soon as I repeated her words in my head “just a friend” then it hit me that was when I remembered that famous song by Biz Markie ironically titled “Just a friend”. The same line kept on echoing inside my head “when you say he’s just a friend”. At that point, my brain told me to believe her but my gut told me to leave her. Torn between the two, I stupidly asked her “just a friend?” It was this one question that made me finally stop thinking with my head and start trusting my gut. Doing this trapped me in a whirlwind of emotions and drama that made me forget who I was and what I stood for. It took a while, but eventually I was able to put my inner demons to rest, clean all the skeleton out of my closet, calm the storm raging inside my head, and most importantly find closure. Had it not been for two extremely special and influential people in my life (my older sister Carla and my best friend Yianni) who were there for me when I needed them the most and who gave me tons of good advice, I know that had it not been for them, I would still be lost and confused. I realize looking back, that without them, I might have done something I would later regret, and not be here today writing this poem and sharing my past with you. Yianni, Carla I cannot thank you enough for all that you’ve done and continue to do for me, I am forever in your debt.

A white woman, about 51 years old, was seated next to a mexican man on an airplane. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. "Madam, what is the matter?" the hostess asked.
"You obviously do not see it," she responded. "You placed me next to a mexican man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat."
"Be calm please," the hostess replied. "Almost all the seats on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another seat is available." The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. "Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one seat in the first class." Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued, "It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting." The hostess turned to the mexican man and said "Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your luggage, a seat awaits you in first class." At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.
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1. What would u do if i commited suicide..
2. WHat would u do if i told you i loved you..
3. What would u do if i ran away..
4. What would u do if i kissed you..
5. What would u do if i hit you..
6. What would u do if i cried..
7. What would u do if i was bullied..
8. What would u do if i was in hospital..
9. What would u do if i asked you for help..
10.What would u do if i went missing..
11.What would u do if i got beat up..
12.What would u do if i stopped eating..
13.What would u do if i didnt exist..
14.What would u do if i died in your sight..
15. R u gonna put this on yr blog nd see wat i would do for u

1.Am i hot? (if so why?)
2.Would you consider yourself hot?
3.Would you kiss me?
4.would you date me?
5.would you marry me?
6.Would you have sex with me?
7.would you move in with me?
8.do you drink?
9.do you do drugs?
10.Favorite food?
11.Favorite color?
12.Favorite sport?
13.your name?
14.your age?
15.your location?

The Healer

Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a man by the name of George. George however was no ordinary man; you see George possessed the power to heal. He could heal himself as well as others. And while this power helped George, it also created many problems for him. But before I tell you that story, allow me to back up a little and tell you how George got his power. It all started about a week after George’s 21st birthday. George, who just so happened to be an astronomer, was gazing up at the stars through his telescope, when all of a sudden a meteor shower began. Awed by this rare and beautiful sight, George did not realize the potential danger of being outside during a meteor shower. It was only when a rainbow colored meteor began streaking across the night sky heading straight at him that George finally snapped out of his trance and began to run for his life. Sadly though, it was already too little too late. Before he could run more than a foot, the meteor struck its target, so forcefully that it literally swept him off his feet and slammed him head first into the earth. Conscious for only a few moments before everything went dark, George could hear himself praying for the Lord to spare his life. While he was unconscious, George saw a mysterious figure approach him and say “with great power comes great responsibility, remember that George.” After speaking these words, this unidentifiable figure walked away and vanished, into thin air. At that moment, George awoke in a cold sweat. Panting for air and examining himself, he was surprised to find that he was unharmed and not a single mark was on his body. Still shaken by all that had happened, George began to walk home when all of a sudden; he tripped and fell scrapping his knee against the pavement. “Ouch!” he bellowed, then began to examine his wound. As he was examining it, blue sparks suddenly shot out of his fingertips danced around his wound and vanished. Leaving his knee completely healed as if nothing had ever happened. His jaw hanging open in disbelief George struggled to comprehend the events that had taken place over the span of the last two hours. Finally he came to the conclusion that there must be a reason why of all the people in the world, the good Lord chose to give him this amazing gift. He decided that in his quest to find the answers to his many questions, he would use his new found power to help other whenever possible.