Poetry As A Foreign Language example essay topic

Section Contents Section Contents Edward Estlin Cummings teaching Poetry as a foreign language: a close reading of "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond teaching poetry as a foreign language how teaching english as a foreign language can help native speakers understand poetry the literal and the figurative the two great classes of meaning soul and breath the universal motif ambiguity destructive and constructive meaning somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond open and close what the beloved does to the lover "O my Luve's like a red, red rose" Robert Burns first- and second-person pronouns and compressed punctuation motifs of flowers and seasons motifs of the tactile and the visual all the motifs together poems by cummings Spring is like a perhaps hand anyone lived in a pretty how town Buffalo Bill's the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls Chansons Innocentes- I i sing of Olaf glad and big maggie and milly and molly and may my father moved through dooms of love r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r works and links Cummings vs. Eliot Compare and contrast Eliot and Cummings as social satirists and social critics. Be sure to discuss form and style as well as theme. works by and about e e. cummings links sites about e e. cummings Sign Guestbook View Guestbook i sing of Olaf glad and big e. e. cummings i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at war: a conscientious object-or his wellbelovid colonel (trig westpointer most succinctly bred) took erring Olaf soon in hand; but -- though an host of overjoyed noncoms (first knocking on the head him) do through icy waters roll that helplessness which others stroke with brushes recently employed anent this muddy toiletbowl, while kindred intellects evoke allegiance per blunt instruments -- Olaf (being to all intents a corpse and wanting any rag upon what God unto him gave) responds, without getting annoyed "I will not kiss your fucking flag" straightway the silver bird looked grave (departing hurriedly to shave) but -- though all kinds of officers (a yearning nation's blueeyed pride) their passive prey did kick and curse until for wear their clarion voices and boots were much the worse, and egged the firstclassprivates on his rectum wickedly to tease by means of skilfully applied bayonets roasted hot with heat -- Olaf (upon what were once knees) does almost ceaselessly repeat "there is some shit I will not eat" our president, being of which assertions duly notified threw the yellowsonofabitch into a dungeon, where he died Christ (of His mercy infinite) i pray to see; and Olaf, too preponderatingly because unless statistics lie he was more brave than me: more blond than you. teaching Poetry as a foreign language: a close reading of "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond teaching poetry as a foreign language how teaching english as a foreign language can help native speakers understand poetry the literal and the figurative the two great classes of meaning soul and breath the universal motif ambiguity destructive and constructive meaning somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond open and close what the beloved does to the lover "O my Luve's like a red, red rose" Robert Burns first- and second-person pronouns and compressed punctuation motifs of flowers and seasons motifs of the tactile and the visual all the motifs together poems by cummings Spring is like a perhaps hand anyone lived in a pretty how town Buffalo Bill's the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls Chansons Innocentes- I i sing of Olaf glad and big maggie and milly and molly and may my father moved through dooms of love r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r works and links Cummings vs. Eliot Compare and contrast Eliot and Cummings as social satirists and social critics. Be sure to discuss form and style as well as theme. works by and about e e. cummings links sites about e e. cummings Sign Guestbook View Guestbook i sing of Olaf glad and big e. e. cummings i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at war: a conscientious object-or his wellbelovid colonel (trig westpointer most succinctly bred) took erring Olaf soon in hand; but -- though an host of overjoyed noncoms (first knocking on the head him) do through icy waters roll that helplessness which others stroke with brushes recently employed anent this muddy toiletbowl, while kindred intellects evoke allegiance per blunt instruments -- Olaf (being to all intents a corpse and wanting any rag upon what God unto him gave) responds, without getting annoyed "I will not kiss your fucking flag" straightway the silver bird looked grave (departing hurriedly to shave) but -- though all kinds of officers (a yearning nation's blueeyed pride) their passive prey did kick and curse until for wear their clarion voices and boots were much the worse, and egged the firstclassprivates on his rectum wickedly to tease by means of skilfully applied bayonets roasted hot with heat -- Olaf (upon what were once knees) does almost ceaselessly repeat "there is some shit I will not eat" our president, being of which assertions duly notified threw the yellowsonofabitch into a dungeon, where he died Christ (of His mercy infinite) i pray to see; and Olaf, too preponderatingly because unless statistics lie he was more brave than me: more blond than you.