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John Donne and Lady Mary Wroth are two popular and controversial poets from the early seventeenth century. Donne often wrote sensuous and spiritual poetry, while Wroth had written Petrarchan (in nature) sonnets concerning love from a woman’s (practically unheard of for that time) perspective. In both Donne’s “A Valediction: forbidding Mourning” and Wroth’s “Sonnet 22” (in the sonnet sequence Pamphilia to Amphilanthus) the issue of separation between lovers is explored by means of nature,…

culture different then their own. Perhaps people are simply trying to “stay in their own lane.” When I make these observations, it is not an attempt to lambast any particular groups. Within the LGBTQ+ movement, there has been an increased attempt to welcome people who look like me, speak the same language as me, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies. Discussions have increased among fringe groups about intersectionality between multiple conflicting identities, and all of this is so…

and more compassionate so others can see that in me. But, I also know that I am still not ready to unveil the other side of my cover – the hidden story. My cover is important to me. I still don’t want to be judged by it. Everyone has a story, a heartbreak, and something they do not share. We all have a “paper cover” over the hardback front of our story. One day I hope I will be able to take off my paper cover and be proud of my story. I know two adults who were foster kids and are now…

A Random Autobiography April 10th, 2000: the day I came into this world. 8 pounds, 3 ounces and already trouble. 17 months, 12 days later, along came a blonde haired, blue eyed baby. Maya, although I refused to believe we were calling her anything but Pinky. A baby that, to this day, I have trouble believing is my biological sister. Windy days in California. Only 2 years old, and I still remember it well. Bawling my eyes out when I saw the crabs along the beach, afraid that they were going to…

In a time when many African Americans were struggling to transition into a life of freedom, Langston Hughes illustrates the importance of celebrating ones cultural roots in his essay “The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain”. Written in the beginning of his career, the essay serves as an introduction for all that he would accomplish in his work as a revolutionary poet of the Harlem Renaissance. Hughes discusses the threat to the individuality of African American culture and the duty of young…

Having knees that bend should also remind you that you should be able to bend in your relationship. You and your spouse both will have to make compromises and sacrifices for one another. Things are not always going to go your way and you have to be willing to allow for some adjustments in your life to keep both of you happy. You may be surprised at some of the things you like to do with your spouse that you didn’t think you would enjoy. Seeing your partner happy is more than worth the…

Anna Councill C. Neal GOVT 2305 21 November 2016 Civil Rights: Racial Discrimination Racism, when one ethnic group discriminates another by not giving them their rights and by thinking one ethnic group is more superior than the other. Racial Discrimination has been going on for many years and is expressed through many ways. The arts have been significant in the voice of the oppressed and have been at the forefront of many movements. Throughout history African…

Clause. The initial enlightenment pains the children at first, but they want to learn more. The children climb up the steep path toward reality, experiencing pain at every step. Unlike the prisoners who feel physical pain, the children undergo the heartbreak of losing a piece of their childhood. Finally, the children make it out of the cave and into the sunlight. Unwillingly, they accept the reality that Santa Clause is not real. Just as Plato encourages, the prisoners want to share the…

Did you miss me.....the way his deep and smooth voice said that made my legs feel like they were jelly as I grab a hold of Lysander. I felt my foot step ahead one after the other as I realize I was running towards him, arms wide apart reaching forward to him. I launched myself to him arms wrapping around his throat and the feeling of his strong arms wrapping themselves around my body. I left my head up grabbing a hold of cheeks, I look down at him into his warm brown eyes that gaze back at me…

Snow blinded my perception as I accelerated down the hill that seemed inconceivably steep which made me go at incredible speeds. After I lost all sensation in my fingers and toes, my heart dropped to the floor after seeing the prodigious slope become steeper. The last thing I recall, is noticing a thick red line that was painted on the hill, becoming less and less visible due to the accumulation of snow. I lingered in the hospital for the next week, dreadfully coming in and out of…