المفيد في مادة الشعر 447 (ملخص)

[THE EXPERT]

قصيده Africa

الأجابات صحيحه

وهذي القصيده من اكثر القصايد اللي تفاعل معها الدكتور في الشرح

What the European sailor have done in Africa ?

what are things, does the poet remaind them ?



وبالتوفيق للجميع

[THE EXPERT]

قصيدة Leningrad Cemetery, Winter of 1941

الحل صحيح

ويجب التركيز على a hand reaching out

why the dead could not be buried?

وبالتوفيق للجميع

[فتى الغربه]

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة سطام شاكر مرور الجميع واسأل الله لكم التوفيق بالنسبه لا ستفسارك اخوي فتى الغربه اسمحلي اخي الكريم الملخص اخذ مني وقت ومجهود وما كان عندي الوقت الكافي لكتابة باقي القصيدتين ولك مني وعد لو القى وقت انزلها لعيونك

اخوي سطام حاول تنزل القصيدتين المتبقيه عشان اشطب جميع القصائد وابدأ في المراجعه الاخيره
وعلى فكره ترى اغلب الشباب الي اعرفهم عندهم هذه الماده يذاكرون من ملخصك
ما شاء الله يا حظك بالأجر

[عبود الحربي]

رحم الله والديكم يالغالين واسال الله ان يجعل السكينة تنزل عليكم في الاختبارات يا سطام ويالخبير اخوي الكبير ولا يكدر عليكم ولا يذهب جهدكم هباء منثور وان يسخر لنا ولكم الدكتور .. بالتوفيق يا رب

[THE EXPERT]

بالنسبه لقصيدة لــ

The Ruined Maid
by Thomas Hardy

كل الأجوبه صحيحه ماعدا

- The poem
Tells us why the country girl has been ruined

الأجابه الصحيحه

does not tell us why she has been ruined


واللي حاب يتأكد يقرا التعليق اللي موجود تحت القصيده في الكتاب
ثامن سطر من تحت . اخر كله we are not told the full story of their lives الى الأخير

اكرر أعجابي بالملخص بصراحه استفدت كثير منه خصوصا في هذي القصيده

[فتى الغربه]

باقي سؤال في قصيدة "Ozymandia" لا زال محيرني واتوقع انه ممكن يجي لانه يشمل قصيديتين الي هو
'That time of year" and "Ozymandias"
هو واحده من اثنتين يا اما A أو B
A) have the same theme
B) treat two different subject- matters
والاحتمال الاكثر B

[سطام]

الاخوان الغالين جميعا اسأل الله ان يكون النجاح حليفي وحليفكم في هذه الماده وباقي المواد
الاخ اكسبرت اثمن لك مجهودك وتعقيبك على الملخص وانا والله لست الا مجتهد ابتغاء للاجر والمثوبه ولا يلام امرؤ بعد اجتهاده فشكر الله لك
حبيبي فتى الغربه والله لم اجد الفرصه لمذاكرة هذه الماده فضلا عن انزال باقي القصيديتين
ادعيلي معاك وانا اخوك عندي عمل زفت ومدير الله المستعان
شاركر مروركم ولكم تحيه معطره

[THE EXPERT]

بالتوفيق لك يا أخ سطام

وأعذرني انزل لهم شرح بسيط ل
Anne Sexton's The Fury of Overshoes

Anne Sexton the author of this poem is considered a confessional poet. Her works are purported to be about her life. She fought depression all of her life so most of her poems reflect this inner struggle.

The title of the poem includes the word fury and since she was depressed she must have fought with some type of angers all of her life until the end. I am not sure what she was angry about unless it was that she was made to attempt to grow up before she was ready. Maybe the poem is about the lack of nurturing a child receives. Maybe it is telling how we want to grow up but fear growing up at the same time.

I can also see the fear when she talks about the wolf under the bed. We can remember literally being afraid of imaginary monsters in the dark when our parents put us to bed and we awaited sleep. I can also see the imaginary fears of the monsters in life. The bad things that happen to us all through our lives can be represented by the wolf waiting under the bed. While we are children we are tered or at least we hope most children are. The child is protected from the world that is out there but as a person grows they must go out into the world and fight all of the monsters that they face. The poem tells of how we are forced to give up the comforts that we have as a child the nightlight, the teddy and the thumb. They are forced to face life without the tools they need to feel safe and secure. They are left without the armor that is needed to protect them from the evil that prevails in the real world. They must go out and earn a living, face the hardship of obtaining a higher education; they must face the people who wish them harm.

One of my earliest memories is of a time that I thought I could swim. I was around three years of age. I jumped into the deep end of the pool to swim. To my surprise I did not swim but began to sink to the bottom. I can still remember thinking, "I can't swim after all." It was surprising to me. I don't even remember fear just amazement that I couldn't do something I believed I was capable of doing. I too understood at that moment that the world was not entirely my own that it "belonged to the big people". I however didn't give up. I went on determined to make the world my own. I get the feeling that the narrator never got that sense of self and that they never reached the point where they could claim the world as their own. This is especially true when you read the line near the end, "When will I get there, taking giant steps all day, each day and thinking nothing of it". I get that she was still longing to live up to what people expected of her. Maybe she was not just looking for what people expected of her but also what she expected of herself. I believe that she just never felt fulfilled as a person

[فتى الغربه]

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة سطام الاخوان الغالين جميعا اسأل الله ان يكون النجاح حليفي وحليفكم في هذه الماده وباقي المواد الاخ اكسبرت اثمن لك مجهودك وتعقيبك على الملخص وانا والله لست الا مجتهد ابتغاء للاجر والمثوبه ولا يلام امرؤ بعد اجتهاده فشكر الله لك حبيبي فتى الغربه والله لم اجد الفرصه لمذاكرة هذه الماده فضلا عن انزال باقي القصيديتين ادعيلي معاك وانا اخوك عندي عمل زفت ومدير الله المستعان شاركر مروركم ولكم تحيه معطره

الله يكتب اجرك ويكثر خيرك ويجمل حالك
انت اصلا وش باقي ما سويته انت سويت الي عليك واكثر
بالنسبة للباقي القصيدتين ان شاء الله وضعها هين هذا الخبير الله يجزاه خير نزل واحد والثانيه تتسير
عموما انت ما قصرت ولا بمثقال الذره
والله يسخر قلب مديرك لك على كل ما تريد

[THE EXPERT]

بالنسبه لقصيدة
The Fury Of Overshoes

ناقصه في الكتاب وهذي القصيده كامله

The Fury Of Overshoes
by Anne Sexton

They sit in a row
outside the kindergarten,
black, red, brown, all
with those brass buckles.
Remember when you couldn't
buckle your own
overshoe
or tie your own
overshoe
or tie your own shoe
or cut your own meat
and the tears
running down like mud
because you fell off your
tricycle?
Remember, big fish,
when you couldn't swim
and simply slipped under
like a stone frog?
The world wasn't
yours.
It belonged to
the big people.
Under your bed
sat the wolf
and he made a shadow
when cars passed by
at night.
They made you give up
your nightlight
and your teddy
and your thumb.
Oh overshoes,
don't you
remember me,
pushing you up and down
in the winter snow?
Oh thumb,
I want a drink,
it is dark,
where are the big people,
when will I get there,
taking giant steps
all day,
each day
and thinking
nothing of it?