Epitaph of Nearchos
By Ammianus

Rest lightly O Earth upon this wretched Nearchos
That the dogs may have no trouble in dragging him out.

The End of the Weekend

Hello Poetry Enthusiasts:

To enjoy your week-end here’s to intellectual celebration. Read the poem below answer the following questions briefly. Write your answers in the comment portion not later than Monday, February 6, 2017 with this format:

Name

Section Code

Answers:

1.       Etc

2.       Ect

3.       etc

The End Of The Weekend

by Anthony Evan Hecht

A dying firelight slides along the quirt
Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans
Against my father's books. The lariat
Whirls into darkness. My girl in skin tight jeans
Fingers a page of Captain Marriat
Inviting insolent shadows to her shirt.

We rise together to the second floor.
Outside, across the lake, an endless wind
Whips against the headstones of the dead and wails
In the trees for all who have and have not sinned.
She rubs against me and I feel her nails.
Although we are alone, I lock the door.

The eventual shapes of all our formless prayers:
This dark, this cabin of loose imaginings,
Wind, lip, lake, everything awaits
The slow unloosening of her underthings
And then the noise. Something is dropped. It grates
against the attic beams. I climb the stairs
Armed with a belt.

A long magnesium shaft
Of moonlight from the dormer cuts a path
Among the shattered skeletons of mice.
A great black presence beats its wings in wrath.
Above the boneyard burn its golden eyes.
Some small grey fur is pulsing in its grip. 

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1.      What is the meaning of the firelight in the poem? Does it matter that it is loose?

2.      What are the senses that were activated in the poems in you? How are each sense involved?

3.      What does the presence of the great black presence have to do with the love affair? What is its effect (if any) to the lover?

I Like you.

As I am having a hard time today finishing an essay, I thought I should try hand a bit into what we call irony. J It has to go through a lot of critiquing yet and who knows, one day it’ll find its way to a book. Dreams always come true.  

I like you.

I like you a lot….

You go to church every Sunday and are always pleasing to everyone you meet.

I like how religiously and honestly you go to church and take note of the deficiency of people around you.  I like you better after the service when you make fun of these dishonest people.

I like you because you please people but more because you stab them in their back after.

I like you because you appear clean and kind. And when the person leaves, you mock them with your mimicry.

I like you because you are polite and tactful. I like you most because you wait for the person to leave before you discuss his weakness.

I like you, everyday. As I wish everyday more dishonest and less tactful people could grow, so honest and clean people like you could go.

And I like you more because you remind me that hell is indeed just around the corner and not in the midst of people as good and as clean as you. 

After this post, i hope id be able to finish the activity i am preparing for my mythology class. And later, my poetry class. Thanks for reading.