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40 Cards in this Set
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A&P- John Updike
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In walk three girls with nothing but bathing suits, and Sammy finds himself no longer an aproned checkout clerk but an armored knight.
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possibly coming of age story
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A Rose for Emily- William Faulkner
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Proud, imperious Emily Grierson defied the town from the fortress of her mansion. Who could have guessed the secret that lay within?
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in medias res
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The Tell-Tale Heart- Edgar Allen Poe
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The smoldering eye at last extinguished, a murderer finds that, despite all his attempts at a cover-up, his victim will be heard.
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unreliable narrator
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Miss Brill- Katherine Mansfield
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Sundays had long brought joy to solitary Miss Brill, until one fateful day when she happened to share a bench with two lovers in the park.
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age/generation gap
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Everyday Use- Alice Walker
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When successful Dee visits from the city, she has changed her name to reflect her African roots. Her mother and sister notice other things have changed, too.
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differences between actual appreciation of one's heritage and using it to be trendy
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A Pair of Tickets- Amy Tan
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A young woman flies with her father to China to meet two half sisters she never knew existed.
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expectations
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A Clean, Well-Lighted Place- Ernest Hemingway
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All by himself each night, the old man lingers in the bright cafe. What does he need more than brandy?
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young man not understanding the lonliness of the elderly
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Saboteur- Ha Jin
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When the police unfairly arrest Mr. Chiu, he hopes for justice. After witnessing their brutality, he quietly plans revenge.
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is what this man did just?
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Dead Men's Path- Chinua Achebe
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The new headmaster of the village school was determined to fight superstition, but the villagers did not agree.
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headmaster made things much worse. he should have compromised
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The Chrysanthemums- John Steinbeck
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Fenced-in Elisa feels emotionally starved- then her life promises to blossomwith the arrival of the scissors-grinding man.
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life
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The Lottery- Shirley Jackson
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Splintered and faded, the sinister black box had worked its annual terror for longer than anyone in town could remember.
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The Yellow Wallpaper- Charlotte Perkins Gilman
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A doctor prescribes a "rest cure" for his wife after the birth of their child. The new mother tries to settle in to life in the isolated and mysterious country house they have rented for the summer. The cure proves worse than the disease.
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Aunt Jennifer's Tigers- Adrienne Rich
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Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen, Bright topaz denizens of a world of green. They do not fear the men beneath the tree; They pace in sleep chivalric certainty.
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sexism toward women
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Out, Out- Robert Frost
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As if to prove the saws knew what supper meant, Leaped out of the boy's hand, or seemed to leap-He must have given the hand.
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young boys were forced to work and nobody really worried about whether they were okay or not because they had to take care of themselves.
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Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock- Wallace Stevens
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The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings
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people are too plain
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Tears, Idle Tears- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes
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My Papa's Waltz- Theodore Roethke
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The whiskey on your breath could make a small boy dizzy; But i hung on like death: Such waltzing is not easy.
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Theme for English B- Langston Hughes
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But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white- yet a part of me, as I am a part of you. That's American.
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The Red Wheelbarrow- William Carlos Williams
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so much depends upon a red wheelbarrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens
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Dulce ed Decorum Est- Wilfred Owen
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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
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This is Just to Say- William Carlos Williams
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I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
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In a Station of the Metro- Ezra Pound
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The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.
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The Victory- Anne Stevenson
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I thought you were my victory through you cut through me like a knife when I brought you out of my body into your life.
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The Falling Flower- Arakida Moritake
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The falling flower I saw drift back to the branch was a butterfly
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We Real Cool- Gwendolyn Brooks
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We real cool. We left school. We lurk late. We strike straight. We sing sin. We thin gin. We jazz june. We die soon
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Resume- Dorothy Parker
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Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp; Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live |
don't commit suicide, its not worth it.
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Beat! Beat! Drums!- Walt Whitman
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Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! 15
Make no parley—stop for no expostulation; Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer; Mind not the old man beseeching the young man; |
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The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. |
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Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day- William Shakespeare
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Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer's lease hath all too short a date: |
very eloquent
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Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day- Howard Moss
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Who says you're like one of the dog days?
You're nicer. And better. Even in May, the weather can be gray, And a summer sub-let doesn't last forever. |
much more blunt and open than shakespeare
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You Fit Into Me- Margaret Atwood
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You fit into me
like a hook into an eye A fish hook An open eye |
seems nice at first but then turns into something bad. possibly tough relationship
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The Secret Sits- Robert Frost
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We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows. |
people are always dancing around the truth and don't just get right down to it, even though it is right there
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Coward- A.R. Ammons
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Bravery runs in my family.
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run=literally running which is cowardly
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Recital- John Updike
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Eskimos in Manitoba,
Barracuda off Aruba, Cock an ear when Roger Bobo Starts to solo on the tuba. |
its funny because of the way it sounds and how its written
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Eight O' Clock- A.E. Housman
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Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,
He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck. |
being hung
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In Memoriam John Coltrane- Michael Stillman
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Listen to the coal
rolling, rolling through the cold steady rain, wheel on wheel, listen to the turning of the wheels this night black as coal dust, steel on steel, listen to these cars carry coal, listen to the coal train roll. |
sound is like his saxaphone. coal because he was black and its a play on his name
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Ballads of Birmingham- Dudley Randall
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The mother smiled to know that her child
Was in the sacred place, But that smile was the last smile To come upon her face. |
ironic because the only place the mother thought was safe was where her daughter got blown up
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The Heart- Stephen Crane
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In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter - bitter," he answered; "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart." |
giving up on life and society to be by himself
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In Just- E.E. Cummings
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and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and piracies and it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old baloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing |
taking away children's innocense
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night- Dylan Thomas
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Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. |
fight to stay alive
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