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Belоw, аnd in the next questiоn, yоu will see а sаmple text presented twice: once formatted as a standard prose paragraph or sentence (labeled A1, B1, etc.), and once formatted with line breaks, in a style often seen as characteristic of poetry (labeled A1, B2, etc.). Look carefully at the examples, and then make an educated guess as to which one you believe to be the original mode of publication: in other words, was this more likely meant to be poetry, or meant to be non-poetry? Give clear reasons for your answer. If you believe you recognize a poetic form, say which one and why. Write at least 100 words. B1 Snow was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. B2 Snow was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Descriptiоn: In this 200+ wоrd respоnse, your job is to reflect on the question, Whаt is Poetry? Your аnswer should be: 1). Personаl and unique, reflecting your clear point of view (in other words, do not simply summarize possible points of view, or state that the question is open to many interpretations: most questions are! The task here is to give your own); and also 2). Grounded in the terms and facts you have learned so far in this course (in other words, you will show what you know about poetic forms, terminology, etc. Showing more knowledge will help you score better on this essay). Below, you’ll find five examples, labeled A-E. Please write about at least three (3) of the examples. You may, of course, write about more than three if you like. For each chosen example, I want you to say if it is, in your opinion, a poem or not a poem. If you believe it to be a poem, does it use a recognizable form with a name? If yes, explain how you know. If it is not a poem, in your opinion, say why you think it is not. After considering the examples here and in the previous questions, offer your definition of poetry. Be brutally clear; start with something like "My definition of poetry is ..." Be very aware that some tempting answers, especially ones that revolve around poetry "showing emotion," are not satisfactory! As has been discussed in course texts earlier, works of prose and theater also offer tremendously emotional passages. There must be something else that is guiding your intuitions here; what is it? You are permitted to look at sanctioned course pages during this assignment. If you use text or concepts from these pages, be sure to use quotation marks and give appropriate credit! Examples: A. The small butterfly moves as though unburdened by the world of desire — Kobayashi Issa (translated by Sam Hamill) B. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,Whose action is no stronger than a flower?O, how shall summer's honey breath hold outAgainst the wreckful siege of battering days,When rocks impregnable are not so stout,Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?O fearful meditation! where, alack,Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?O, none, unless this miracle have might,That in black ink my love may still shine bright. —William Shakespeare C. A Half Door Near Cluny s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s s t a b l e s t t a b l e s t a a b l e s t a b b l e s t a b l b l é l e s t a b l e e s t a b l e s s t a b l e s t t a b l e s t a a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s t a b l e s —Paul Muldoon D. Casual pants and Jeans Wash Care In order to keep the function, outlook and value of your purchased garment, please wash under the following wash instruction. Washed pants and Jeans cloth is made by natural, environmental fiber. But the natural fiber is easy to be fading, shrink, crimple. After the processing of dyeing, color stable, anti-crimple, anti-shrink, it also will be fading in very time’s wash. That is the special style of reminiscence with brusquerie, bold, unconstrained and pizzazz. It is the normal that there is fading during use. The pants shall be turned back when you wash it. And remind that, do not mix them together with other light color clothes. Please use the neutral detergent, and do spend too long time to soak it in water. It is better that use a scoop of salt in the water when you firstly wash it. Please put it in the place of cool and do not put it under the sun. —Instructions from Laoyeche brand clothing E. You come and you go, you muse, and talk, and laugh. Suddenly you feel that you are seized! it is done. The wheels have caught you, the glance has captured you. It has taken you, no matter how or where, by any portion whatever of your thought which was trailing, through any absence of mind. you are lost. You will be drawn in entirely. A train of mysterious forces has gained possession of you. You struggle in vain. No human succour is possible. You will be drawn down from wheel to wheel from anguish to anguish, from torture to torture. You, your mind, your fortune, your future, your soul; and you will not escape from the terrible machine, until, according as you are in the power of a malevolent nature, or a noble heart, you shall be disfigured by shame or transfigured by love. — Victor Hugo
Belоw, yоu will see а sаmple text presented twice: оnce formаtted as a standard prose paragraph or sentence (labeled A1, B1, etc.), and once formatted with line breaks, in a style often seen as characteristic of poetry (labeled A1, B2, etc.). Look carefully at the examples, and then make an educated guess as to which one you believe to be the original mode of publication: in other words, was this more likely meant to be poetry, or meant to be non-poetry? Give clear reasons for your answer. If you believe you recognize a poetic form, say which one and why. Write at least 100 words. C1 I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, on a white heal-all, holding up a moth like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--assorted characters of death and blight mixed ready to begin the morning right, like the ingredients of a witches' broth--a snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, and dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, the wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall?--if design govern in a thing so small. C2 I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-- Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth-- A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall?-- If design govern in a thing so small.