Close Reading Poem 1:
Homage to My Hips by Lucille Clifton
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
First Cars Engineer
Cars in the Past
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1885 Worlds First Practical Gas-Powered Car
Paulo Coelho`s book
from page 9 to page 14
The reason why Santiago became
To see new lands and see how other people
2) Because only ones who travel are
theShepherd in his village
owned a jacket, a book that h
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A SONG IN THE FRONT YARD
Gwendolyn Brooks has always been deeply involved with Chicago’s African~American community and
has written extensively ahout the experience (j heing black in the United States. Her writing includes
by George Saunders
AT SIX MR. FRENDT comes on the
P.A. and shouts, "Welcome to
Joysticks!" Then he announces Shirts
Off. We take off our flightjackets and
fold them up. We take off our shirts and fold them up. Our scarves we leave on. Thomas Kirst
Prepping for APPoetry
A Primer for Poetry: W.H. Audens Funeral Blues
This first poem, W. H. Audens Funeral Blues, is a good poem with which to begin your preparation
for poetry, and it will serve as a primer for the remainder of the tasks in the poetry
By Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isnt hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losin
by John Donne
MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss o
An Electronic Classics Series Publication
The Sonnets of William Shakespeare is a publication of The Electronic Classics Series. This Portable Document file is furnished free and without any charge of any kind. Any person usin
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
By, Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
'Born Yesterday' by Philip Larkin
For Sally Amis
I have wished you something
None of the others would:
Not the usual stuff
About being beautiful,
Or running off a spring
Of innocence and love
They will all wish you that,
And should it