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Hi susan! here is my Edgar allan Poe Slide show!



Selective Service Act: Save Our Country

Will this new act save us from what we have been dreading? 6 weeks after the U.S. had formally entered the World War, Wilson had tried to pledge all of his nation’s material resources to try and help the allies (France, Britain, Russia, and Italy). But it wasn’t enough, we needed something that would power our country and make a difference. We needed new, healthy, strong soldiers on the field. Congress had passed the “Selective Service Act” on May, 18, 1917. By passing this law we have just given the U.S. president (Woodrow Wilson) the power to draft new soldiers for the military. This act required that all men of the U.S. between the ages of 21 through 30 were to enroll in the military. Within a few months of passing this act we have been able to receive over ten million new men registering for the military. These new fighters were called the American Expeclitionary Force (the AEF for short) commanded by none other than John J Pershing (Also known as Black Jack Pershing). Led by Pershing the military started to arrive in Europe in June of 1917, willing and ready to put up a fight. There was just one problem to this plan, the men who were drafted had no back round knowledge of war, fighting, or military expierence. To solve this problem, they decided to set up massive military training centers for their new soldiers. The first step of this was the medical testing, to see where everyone was physically, they then placed ach person accordingly to what their best strength would be. After placed, they went into specific training for each area. Not long after the start of these training centers the soldiers were well oiled machines ready for attack.

__ **HALLOWEEN BRAINSTORM** __

is I want to write something that is scary and that is fun for me to write. I want it to have suspense. I want to start it off with a psychotic person talking and make it her story about killing her family to escape their expectations about her because they are famous millionaires. She has Agateophobia, which is the fear of insanity. She will not admit she is losing herself inside her body. She runs away and tries to find a place to stay she reaches Boston MA, and finds a boy who is in a halfway house out of prision. He works down the street at as a carpenter.

Boston By: Lindsey Landego

"BREAKING NEWS! The well known Carter family, owner of the million dollar company Carters Real Estate, has just been found dead. Police and firemen were called onto the scene of the crime last night when neighbors called to say that their house was in flames. Mother (Emily), father (Mathew and son (Derrik) were all found dead this morning after being burned to death. Reporters seem to believe that this fire was started from an explosion in the kitchen, the killer still has not been caught."

"Can you believe that?" Miranda Carter said to herself as she read the paper while the sun was rising over the horizon. She had picked up a caterpillar she found on the floor and was fondling it between her fingers. "Do you know what happens to gasoline when you put it in the microwave?" she asked the caterpillar, as she was staring off into the distance at a stream of smoke rising from the place that used to be her home. "It blows up!" she said as a smile creeped across her lips. "It blows up and everyone inside goes crazy trying to get out." Miranda had a problem; two weeks prior to her murder her family confronted her about an issue she was having. Miranda was schizophrenic. Her family confronted her and tried to put her into a treatment center, but Miranda was positive that it was not she who was crazy, but them. She has Agateophobia, or in  other words she suffered from the fear  of insanity. "I've been planning it out for a while now." she said to the caterpillar who was laying gently in her palm. "I was gonna turn it on, and run. And that's exactly what I did, I'm gonna go to Boston, ya see? Because in Boston everything is better. The sun is brighter, the sky is bluer and the chances are better" Miranda's parents always wanted so much from her. They wanted her to go to college and take over the family business   with  her brother when they were ready . But Miranda had other plans in mind, she was going to go off with the boy of her dreams and fall in love and start a family with the love of her life. But she thought  the only thing holding her back  was her family, because they wanted her to be in "treatment" when nothing was even wrong with <range type="comment" id="460774220_10"> her. So, she did what any <range type="comment" id="456173978_4"> logical </range id="456173978_4"> person would have done, she murdered them.

A week later Miranda arrived in Boston <range type="comment" id="460774220_11">MA. She</range id="460774220_11"> had taken a bit of her family's fortune with her, so money was not <range type="comment" id="460774220_12">a problem. She found a nice studio apartment on the outskirts of the town which suited her properly. Most days, Miranda sat in the corner by the window, talking to herself about the person she was going to become one day. "There's nothing holding me back now, no one to stand in my way. I'm gonna be famous one day just like mommy and papa, but not in the way they were." Miranda wanted herself known, not <range type="comment" id="460774220_13">for </range id="460774220_13">being a millionaire like her family, but for what she had accomplished in her life and to make sure everyone would know her face and name was //Miranda Carter//. A few days had passed after Miranda had moved into her apartment and she was becoming <range type="comment" id="460774220_15"> bored, talking to herself was not enough anymore. She got dressed for the first time in <range type="comment" id="460774220_16"> weeks; she </range id="460774220_16"> wore a tattered red dress that flowed all the way to the floor and put her long brown hair, that she had not brushed in weeks, <range type="comment" id="460774220_17"> into a braid that hung over her shoulder </range id="460774220_17">. She walked out of her studio, not bothering to lock the door behind her, and walked down to the street to hail a cab. <range type="comment" id="460774220_20">As she stepped into the yellow car the cabbie<range type="comment" id="460774220_18"> asked "Where to beautiful?" Miranda starred <range type="comment" id="460774220_19">dazedly out of the window, and she replied in a dreamy voice "Take me where everyone knows my name" Taken aback by this, the taxi driver asked in a shakey voice "Uhm? Do you mean downtown ?" Not changing her position, Miranda whispered "That will do for now."</range id="460774220_20">

A <range type="comment" id="460774220_21">short, fifteen</range id="460774220_21"> minute drive later, Miranda landed in front of a hotel in Boston <range type="comment" id="460774220_22">MA. She thanked her cab driver she began to wander off through the populated streets.</range id="460774220_22"> <range type="comment" id="460774220_23">Meandering</range id="460774220_23"> in and out of stores as she walked down the <range type="comment" id="460774220_24">streets, heads</range id="460774220_24"> were all turning to look <range type="comment" id="460774220_25">at<range type="comment" id="456173978_6"> her, admiring her beauty</range id="460774220_25">. She walked into a coffee shop and ordered a <range type="comment" id="456173978_7">cup of coffee- black. She tipped the worker and was back on her way through the various stores, silently <range type="comment" id="460774220_26">whispering a song to herself that her mother <range type="comment" id="460774220_27">used to</range id="460774220_27"> sing to her as a child.

<range type="comment" id="460774220_28">As she was</range id="460774220_28"> walking through the <range type="comment" id="460774220_29">streets, a store called //Turners Carpentry// caught her eye. Miranda felt a connection to this store and walked inside. It was almost <range type="comment" id="460774220_30">deserted, empty except</range id="460774220_30"> for two workers. It looked like no one had been in this store for a while. Bits and pieces of dirt and ripped carpet littered the floor and tattered carpet samples were displayed on the walls. . Miranda walked up to a dark, purple carpet, almost black, in the corner on the floor and laid <range type="comment" id="460774220_32">down on it</range id="460774220_32">. <range type="comment" id="460774220_33">She sang her mothers song a little louder now, acting as though <range type="comment" id="456173978_8">she was in her own world.</range id="456173978_8"> She closed her eyes and in her dreamy voice she sang "There's a little tiny box, in a little tiny house, locked away all the secrets that she had..." She opened her eyes to see a stunning young man standing over her with a look <range type="comment" id="460774220_34">of confus<range type="comment" id="460774220_37">ion on his face. She locked eye with him and he had the greyest eyes she had ever seen, so pale and calm, she could see herself in them. "Um, excuse me? Can I help you mam?" Miranda did not talk, just continued to stare at the handsome young man standing over her before she read his name tag in a vague<range type="comment" id="460774220_38"> whisper to herself "Christopher?" He did not answer, but continued to stare <range type="comment" id="460774220_39">at her, overwhelmed with her beauty</range id="460774220_39">. "Who are you?" she asked him as he broke his eye contact. "Christopher T<range type="comment" id="460774220_40">urner</range id="460774220_40">, but you can call me Chris... and you?" She paused as if not sure whether to reply or <range type="comment" id="460774220_41">not. Then</range id="460774220_41"> slowly said "I'm Miranda Carter" Christopher pondered her response for a moment before saying "Carter huh? I know that name from somewhere" "Oh yes, my family is very famous" Miranda replied. "Oh yeah, they own that real estate company? I read about them in the paper; um, sorry about your loss Miranda" A smile came across Mirandas face as she said "<range type="comment" id="456173978_9">No need to be sorry, it was their time to go</range id="456173978_9">" Christopher could have sworn he heard a slight giggle come from Miranda's <range type="comment" id="460774220_45">lips'</range id="460774220_45"> before he stuck his hand out to help her off the dusty floor. "So. you live around here I'm guessing?" Asked Christoper, as he starred at the beautiful girl.

"Oh yes, I live on Pandelton street about fifteen minutes away, and you?" Chris hesitated before answering and running<range type="comment" id="460774220_47"> his left hand through</range id="460774220_47"> his thick, brown hair. as if he was dreading what he was about to say. "Um, yeah, I live in a halfway house down the street." <range type="comment" id="460774220_48">//A halfway house;// Thought Miranda. This intrigued her<range type="comment" id="460774220_49">,</range id="460774220_49"> what was he there for? A million questions were going through her head. Miranda said nothing, but turned around and started walking toward the door, with Chris left speechless behind her. As she open the door to leave, she paused before walking out. "Chris?" She said in her smooth voice. He looked at her instantly and a halfhearted grin crept across his face. "I want to see you again" she said in a tone so soothing it could have put someone to sleep. "Tonight. Come to Pandelton street and be outside the Murduke Apartments at eight." Chris gave a nod and opened his mouth to say something to her, but before he got the <range type="comment" id="463203014_1">chance, she</range id="463203014_1"> closed the door and walked away.

"What on earth have I just gotten myself into" thought Chris as 7:45 came. He hailed a cab to go to the Murduke Apartments on the outskirts of town. He was dressed in a navy blue, button down, with kacki's and his wavy brown hair falling freely over his forehead. He arrived <range type="comment" id="463203014_3">around 8:10</range id="463203014_3"> at the door to the studio complex and waited outside. Within seconds Miranda had walked out the front door wearing a stunning blue shirt with leggings, her hair curled into long corkscrews falling down over her arms. "You look good" said Chris awkardly, not looking Miranda in the eyes. "I know." she said, as she turned and<range type="comment" id="463203014_4"> walked</range id="463203014_4"> down the street, knowing that Christopher would follow. They walked in silence for about ten minutes before Chris broke the quiet. "So, Um, you said you wanted to see me again?" Asked Chris. "Yes, I did. I think <range type="comment" id="463203014_5">you're </range id="463203014_5">rather interesting." Miranda said in her dreamy voice. "Interesting?" he <range type="comment" id="463203014_6">asked, as</range id="463203014_6"> if he was suprised to hear that someone found him fascinating. "You live in a halfway house? Right? Why's that?" Chris hesitated for a moment before answering, pondering the words closely in his mind before speaking them. "I went to prision 6 years ago when I was 17 and they didn't think I was ready to go out on my own. So, they sent me here." <range type="comment" id="463203014_7">He said these words like he was ashamed to hear himself say them</range id="463203014_7">, but Miranda gazed into his eyes for a moment before asking, "Why were you in prision?" "I.. nothing, It was just a silly mistake." "No one goes to prision for making a silly mistake, Christopher" Miranda spoke these words as if she could see right through his lies. "I killed a person, ok?" Chris spoke<range type="comment" id="463203014_8"> these words like he was annoyed and upset that she had the nerve to ask. Miranda stared off into the distance with her dazed eyes and sat in silence until she asked, "Do you know what happens to gasoline when you put it in the microwave?" She said these words with such ease that Chris thought he was imagining it. "No.." he replied in a shakey voice. "Oh, well maybe one day you will." With this, Miranda got up off the park bench they were sitting on and began to walk <range type="comment" id="463203014_9">away, but</range id="463203014_9"> not before Chris had gotten up and grabber her arm and jerked her back. "Hey! If you wanted to see me again why are you walking away?" "<range type="comment" id="463203014_10">I'm</range id="463203014_10"> not sure." Miranda said in her dazed voice. "Well, I want to see you again. Tomorrow night, meet me at the Fashfield Hotel, downtown." Chris said slightly Indecisive.

And with that she walked away into the darkness. Somehow Chris knew this was her way of saying "//I'll be there//."

A hundred questions were going through <range type="comment" id="459670500_6">Miranda's</range id="459670500_6"> mind on her walk home. "He killed a person" she said <range type="comment" id="459670500_5">out loud </range id="459670500_5">to herself. <range type="comment" id="459670500_1">We're </range id="459670500_1">not so different after all I wonder how he did <range type="comment" id="460774220_35">it.<range type="comment" id="459670500_4"> Did</range id="460774220_35"> he watch them suffer</range id="459670500_4"> did he want them to feel every last moment? She smiled to herself as she thought these words. When she had gotten back to the door of her <range type="comment" id="459670500_7">studio, something</range id="459670500_7"> small caught her eye. There was a pale pink post-it note stuck onto the <range type="comment" id="463203014_13">door,<range type="comment" id="459670500_8"> written in black</range id="459670500_8"> slanted writing. It said <range type="comment" id="463203014_14">//I know what happened in that <range type="comment" id="459670500_10">house, Miranda</range id="459670500_10">.// </range id="463203014_14">She stared at the note for a moment and laughed to herself before removing it and throwing it on the floor. She entered the house and instead of going to her bedroom she went to the corner by the window, sat down and stared blankly into the dark sky. Miranda was bored with being in Boston; she wanted things to get shaken up. <range type="comment" id="459670500_11">But,</range id="459670500_11"> more than anything, she wanted to kill again. Constantly she was thinking about how it felt to take someones life and destroy it; to have the power to let people live and die. She was in love with her<range type="comment" id="463203014_15"> vision of death. //If I could just do it one more time//, she though to herself, //I would be satisfied//. <range type="comment" id="456473444_1">But deep down <range type="comment" id="459670500_12">inside, she </range id="459670500_12">knew this was a <range type="comment" id="463203014_16">lie. One</range id="463203014_16"> time was too many,<range type="comment" id="463203014_12"> and a thousand times would<range type="comment" id="463203014_17"> never enough</range id="456473444_1">.</range id="463203014_12">

__ **<span style="color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;"><range type="comment" id="449306456_1">"Hope" is the thing with feathers - Emily Dickenson</range id="449306456_1"> ** __

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">"Hope" is the thing with feathers— <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">That perches in the soul— <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And sings the tune without the words— <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And never stops—at all—

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And sore must be the storm— <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">That could abash the little Bird <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">That kept so many warm—

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">I've heard it in the chillest land— <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And on the strangest Sea— <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">Yet, never, in Extremity, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">It asked a crumb—of Me.


 * __<span style="color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">"Frost To-Night" - Edith Matilda Thomas __ **

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">Apple-green west and an orange bar, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And the crystal eye of a lone, one star. . . <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And, "Child, take the shears and cut what you will, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">Frost to-night -- so clear and dead-still."

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">Then, I sally forth, half sad, half proud, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And I come to the velvet, imperial crowd, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">The wine-red, the gold, the crimson, the pied, -- <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">The dahlias that reign by the garden-side.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">The dahlias I might not touch till to-night! <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">A gleam of the shears in the fading light, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And I gathered them all, -- the splendid throng, <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">And in one great sheaf I bore them along. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">..... <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">In my garden of Life with its all-late flowers <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">I heed a Voice in the shrinking hours: <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">"Frost to-night -- so clear and dead-still". . . <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #064b06; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px;">Half sad, half proud, my arms I fill.

Brainstorming page; Lindsey Landego

"hope" is the thing with feathers. By:Emily Dickenson

Frost to-night. By: Edith Matilda Thomas

1. In the first paragraph i will talk about what my essay is all about, the compare and contrast of these two poems. i will have a thesis statement that will look something like this: In the poems "Hope is the thing with feathers" by Emily Dickenson and "Frost to-night" by Edith Thomas they both talk about the human nature. They compare the hope and regret of life and past expierences by using metaphores and figurative language.

2. in this paragraph I will compare the two poems take on hope and see how each one explains what it was like to them. I will compare their metaphores and similies to describe the picture of hope they put into our heads.

3. In this paragraph I will compare how the two different poets see their views on regret. And what this looked like to them to be living in sadness and also see what it is their way of explaining what regret is and how they were able to make a mental picture.

4. In this paragraph I will contrast the two poems by seeing how each differ from the other. In what ways do they explain how they felt about their human nature and which do they focus on more? the hope or the regret of their life.

5. In this paragraph will be my closing paragraph and i will reanalyze what i have discovered from comparing and contrasting the different view points from these two poets. and explain the different ways they chose to explain things to explain it better.

Final Draft. Lindsey Landego

<range type="comment" id="450658340_2">50,000 people around the world die every day from hunger(Thich Nhat Hanh). <range type="comment" id="450658340_1">Yet, the</range id="450658340_1"> sunrise is still beautiful. And America has over 100,000 nuclear weapons to use against people(Thich Nhat Hanh), yet the <range type="comment" id="450891574_1">rose</range id="450891574_1"> that grew out of the sidewalk crack is a miracle. Whichever way we choose to look at things there is always going to be the <range type="comment" id="450891574_2">hope in the tragedy, or the despair in the happiness. </range id="450891574_2">This is much similar to these two poems, <range type="comment" id="450658340_3">"//Hope" is the thing with feathers//, by: Emily Dickenson, and //Frost to-night//, by: Edith Matilda Thomas.</range id="450658340_3"> These two poems compare human <range type="comment" id="450658340_4">nature, and</range id="450658340_4"> compare the hope and regret of life and past experiences by using metaphors and figurative language.

Both poems compare the author’s<range type="comment" id="450891574_3"> contrasting views of hope and how they see things. In "Frost to-night" Matilda says "<range type="comment" id="450658340_5">Then, I sally forth, half sad, half proud/ and I come to the velvet, imperial crowd/ the wine-red, the gold, the crimson, the pied/ the dahlias that reign by the garden-side."</range id="450658340_5"> In this part she is saying that the flowers give her the joy and make her smile. <range type="comment" id="450891574_4">But she knows nothing will last forever so she is cutting her flowers or her "happiness" to make it last and so she will not forget what once made her smile.</range id="450891574_4"> In the poem "Hope' is the thing with feathers" Dickenson says " 'Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops, at all." In her poem, she is using a metaphor to <range type="comment" id="450658340_6">relate her hope to a bird</range id="450658340_6">. And that it doesn't live around you or in your life, but in yourself and only you can control your hope, because it is inside you or in her words "your soul". It has the power to make us happy, without even saying anything to us, it is our heart that chooses our happiness and speaks to us without words or actions. W<range type="comment" id="450658340_8">hat Dickenson says that is unique about hope is the fact that it "never stops, at all." It will never give up and it will keep fighting to come out even in your darkest hours, <range type="comment" id="450658340_9">because hope is the thing that powers us and keeps us going even when we feel like all has failed, it’s the little voice in the back of our heads saying "I shall try again tomorrow".</range id="450658340_9">

In both of these poems the <range type="comment" id="450658340_10">author do not only share their views of hope, but also their views of regret and despair. In the poem "Frost to-night" Matilda says "The dahlias I might not touch till to-night! A gleam of the shears in the fading light, And I gathered them all, the splendid throng, and in one great sheaf I bore them along." <range type="comment" id="450658340_11"><range type="comment" id="450891574_5">She is expressing her sorrow for her flowers the way that she is afraid of the shears that will soon come to haunt her garden.</range id="450891574_5"> She knows<range type="comment" id="450658340_12"> the frost at night is coming to kill what makes her smile, but she also knows that when time does run out, it will be over for good. She can see the shears coming to destroy what makes her happy and knows that she can do nothing to stop the fate from coming true. But she cannot find it in her heart and she wants<range type="comment" id="450658340_13"> to </range id="450658340_13">take them all, but she cannot <range type="comment" id="450658340_14">save what is not herself</range id="450658340_14">. From reading" 'Hope' is the thing with feathers" Dickenson states " And sweetest, in the Gale, is heard, And sore must be the storm, That could abash the little Bird, That kept so many warm". She is referring <range type="comment" id="450658340_16">to her metaphorical bird</range id="450658340_16">, that the hope inside of her is sweet and empowering and encouraging. But she knows that just as easy as she has hope it can be taken away just as easily. One small thing has the potential to "abash the little bird" or kill the hope that she has worked so hard to hold onto. And the hope inside herself that has "kept so many warm" will not only disappoint <range type="comment" id="450658340_17">herself, but</range id="450658340_17"> her peers and people around her whom she does not want to let down; when you are hopeful you affect more than just yourself, but others around you who want you to be the best you can be. <range type="comment" id="450891574_6">She is struggling hard to hold on to her happiness and the hope that keeps her going every day.</range id="450891574_6">

Both authors have very different views on their takes on hope and regret. They both use very different imagery to express their feelings toward them. In "Hope' the thing with feathers" by Dickenson, she focuses more on the hope of life and how the small things can be amazing. They<range type="comment" id="450658340_20"> also uses the imagery of a bird in their soul, to represent the hope and what makes them happy. They have a more positive way of showing her feelings throughout her poem, even though they know that it might not last forever.</range id="450658340_20"> In the poem "Frost to-night" by Matilda, she has a darker look at the happiness in her life. Because she knows that her happiness will be coming to an end eventually, but she does try to make it last as long as she can. She uses garden shears to represent that the speaker is "killing" her happiness and is going to take it away from her. <range type="comment" id="450891574_7">She has a much darker look on the happiness of herself and how her imagery represents how she sees her life through her own eyes.</range id="450891574_7">

<range type="comment" id="450658340_22"><range type="comment" id="450658340_24">Whether</range id="450658340_22"> <range type="comment" id="450658340_23">people see their lives using the positives of happiness or the negatives of sadness is completly up to them. It is the perks of having a human nature, we always try to find some type of good in the bad like yin and yang. In Dickenson's poem "'Hope' is the thing with feathers", it is clear that she has taken a brighter look at her perspective of life. In the poem "Frost to-night" by: Edith Matilda Thomas, she takes a darker take on her life perspective because she knows that it will be coming to an end soon because she can see the shears coming closer and closer to her garden of hope. These are two poems with the same aspects of happiness, regret, and hope. But, both authors have<range type="comment" id="450658340_28"> very different takes</range id="450658340_28"> on how <range type="comment" id="450658340_29">they chose to explain their emotions and how they create a picture of their thoughts.</range id="450658340_29">

Rough Draft; Lindsey Landego

50,000 people around the world die every day from hunger(Thich Nhat Hanh). Yet, the sunrise is still beautiful. And America has over 100,000 nuclear weapons to use against people(Thich Nhat Hanh), yet the rose that grew out of the sidewalk crack is a miracle. Whichever way we choose to look at things there is always going to be the hope in the tragedy, or the despair in the happiness. This is much similar to these two poems, "//Hope" is the thing with feathers//, by: Emily Dickenson, and //Frost to-night//, by: Edith Matilda Thomas. These two poems compare human nature, And compare the hope and regret of life and past experiences by using metaphors and figurative language.

Both poems compare the author’s different views of hope and how they see things. In "Frost to-night" Matilda says "Then, I sally forth, half sad, half proud,/ and I come to the velvet, imperial crowd,/ the wine-red, the gold, the crimson, the pied,/ the dahlias that reign by the garden-side." In this part she is saying that the flowers give her the joy and make her smile. But she knows nothing will last forever so she is cutting her flowers or her "happiness" to make it last and so she will not forget what once made her smile. In the poem "Hope' is the thing with feathers" Dickenson says " 'Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops, at all." In her poem, she is using a metaphor to relate her hope to a bird. And that it doesn't live around you or in your life, but in yourself and only you can control your hope, because it is inside you or in her words "your soul". It has the power to make us happy, without even saying anything to us, it is our heart that chooses our happiness and speaks to us without words or actions. What Dickenson says that is unique about hope is the fact that it "never stops, at all." It will never give up and it will keep fighting to come out even in your darkest hours, because hope is the thing that powers us and keeps us going even when we feel like all has failed, it’s the little voice in the back of our heads saying "I shall try again tomorrow".

In both of these poems the author do not only share their views of hope, but also their views of regret and despair. In the poem "Frost to-night" Matilda says "The dahlias I might not touch till to-night! A gleam of the shears in the fading light, And I gathered them all, the splendid throng, and in one great sheaf I bore them along." She is expressing her sorrow for her flowers the way that she is afraid of the shears that will soon come to haunt her garden. She knows the frost at night is coming to kill what makes her smile, but she also knows that when time does run out, it will be over for good. She can see the shears coming to destroy what makes her happy and knows that she can do nothing to stop the fate from coming true. But she cannot find it in her heart and she wants to take them all, but she cannot save what is not herself. In the poem " 'Hope' is the thing with feathers" Dickenson states " And sweetest, in the Gale, is heard, And sore must be the storm, That could abash the little Bird, That kept so many warm". She is referring to her bird, that the hope inside of her is sweet and empowering and encouraging. But she knows that just as easy as she has hope it can be taken away just as easily. One small thing has the potential to "abash the little bird" or kill the hope that she has worked so hard to hold onto. And the hope inside herself that has "kept so many warm" will not only disappoint herself, but her peers and people around her whom she does not want to let down; when you are hopeful you affect more than just yourself, but others around you who want you to be the best you can be. She is struggling hard to hold on to her happiness and the hope that keeps her going every day.

Both authors have very different views on their takes on hope and regret. They both use very different imagery to express their feelings toward them. In "Hope' the thing with feathers" by Dickenson, she focuses more on the hope of life and how the small things can be amazing. They also uses the imagery of a bird in their soul, to represent the hope and what makes them happy. They have a more positive way of showing her feelings throughout her poem, even though they know that it might not last forever. In the poem "Frost to-night" by Matilda, she has a darker look at the happiness in her life. Because she knows that her happiness will be coming to an end eventually, but she does try to make it last as long as she can. She uses garden shears to represent that the speaker is "killing" her happiness and is going to take it away from her. She has a much darker look on the happiness of herself and how her imagery represents how she sees her life through her own eyes.

Whether people see their lives using the positives of happiness or the negatives of sadness is completly up to them. It is the perks of having a human nature, we always try to find some type of good in the bad like yin and yang. In Dickenson's poem "'Hope' is the thing with feathers", it is clear that she has taken a brighter look at her perspective of life. In the poem "Frost to-night" by: Edith Matilda Thomas, she takes a darker take on her life perspective because she knows that it will be coming to an end soon because she can see the shears coming closer and closer to her garden of hope. These are two poems with the same aspects of happiness, regret, and hope. But, both authors have very different takes on how they chose to explain their emotions and how they create a picture of their thoughts.

Paragraph reflecting on writing; Lindsey Landego

I really enjoyed writing this paper. To be honest, I'm really not much of a fan about writing compare and contrast essays, but this one way fun because it involved one of my favorite things, poetry. Poetry is intriging to me and I love the way that it can mean something else to everyone who reads it. I enjoyed reading the two poems and thinking about how they were similar and how they differed. I think I did a very good job writing this paper. I really put my whole heart into it, which is something I don't always do with writing. I took the time to see both the beauty and the horror in both of the works of art and was able to be able to reflect upon both of them equally.


 * Lenie's Second Peer Review: **

Positives: Lindsey, you have really beautiful connections not only between the two poems but between the poetry and real life. Your word choice is astute, and you have delved deeply into these literary works. You should feel very proud of yourself! Though these poems are evidently so similar, you were easily able to catch small aspects of the poems that made them different. Overall, really great paragraph development and symbolism analysis.

Suggestions: Watch the first and second person. Well, not so much the first person as the second person. There are a couple of grammar mistakes I can help you fix on the computer with you if that's helpful. Sometimes, it is more effective to use smaller quotes to analyze. Maybe pick out the words that really stand out and serve as evidence towards your argument. This could take your essay soaring even higher than it already is! Also, when you analyze your quotes, be aware of when you are just summarizing and not fully analyzing. If it's an effective analysis, then it will introduce something the writing doesn't already state.

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 * **<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Meaning ** || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper compares and contrasts items clearly. The paper points to specific examples to illustrate the comparison. The paper includes only the information relevant to the comparison. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper compares and contrasts items clearly, but the supporting information is general. The paper includes only the information relevant to the comparison. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper compares and contrasts items clearly, but the supporting information is incomplete. The paper may include information that is not relevant to the comparison. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper had some attempts at compare and/or contrasting but it does not use support from the poems. There is plot summary and some information that is not relevant to the comparison. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">This paper had little or no attempt at making a comparison or contrast between the two poems. It has possible attempts at understanding the assigned task, but there are no true connections made. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Provides no evidence of understanding. The response makes no connections between the poems and the assigned task. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">19 ||
 * **<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Organization ** || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper breaks the information into whole-to-whole, similarities -to-differences, or point-by-point structure. It follows a consistent order when discussing the comparison. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper breaks the information into whole-to-whole, similarities -to-differences, or point-by-point structure but does not follow a consistent order when discussing the comparison. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper breaks the information into whole-to-whole, similarities -to-differences, or point-by-point structure, but some information is in the wrong section. Some details are not in a logical or expected order, and this distracts the reader. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">There is some structure but it is difficult to follow and does not follow the whole-to-whole, similarities-to differences, or point-by point structure. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper has a main idea, but lacks the focus and organization needed. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper shows no organization nor is there an attempt to have structure. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">19 ||
 * **<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Development ** || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper moves smoothly from one idea to the next. The paper uses comparison and contrast to examine poetic elements. The paper cites specific evidence from the texts. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper uses some literary elements to compare/contrast the poems. There is sometimes evidence from the texts. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">There is an idea of literary elements, but there is no evidence from texts in the compare/contrast essay. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Makes an attempt at using literary elements to compare/contrast texts. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Does not attempt to include literary elements in paper. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">There are no attempts to literary elements to compare/contrast texts. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">20 ||
 * **<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Language use ** || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper uses a variety of sentence structures and transitions. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper attempts some sentence variety and use of vocabulary. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">There is little or no variety in sentence structure or vocabulary. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">There is no variety in sentence structure or vocabulary. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Uses language that is inappropriate for audience and purpose or demonstrates a lack of meaning. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">At times the language is incoherent. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">18 ||
 * **<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Conventions ** || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Writer makes no errors in grammar or spelling that distract the reader from the content. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Writer makes 1-2 errors in grammar or spelling that distract the reader from the content. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Writer makes 3-4 errors in grammar or spelling that distract the reader from the content. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">More than 4 errors in grammar or spelling that distract the readers from the author’s point. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">Demonstrates lack of control and lack of proofreading. There are frequent errors that make the author’s point hard to understand. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">The paper is full of grammatical and spelling errors that make it difficult or impossible to understand. || <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: 9pt;">17 ||
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