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And spatters all we knew of denoueent

Across the e.pedient and wicked stones"

Analyze % "his &em

/" Poe published 0 /12/3" Topic 0 A car crash4" Suary 0 The poe starts with a description of an abulance rushing

to the scene of a crash, and hurriedly gathering up the victis and

rushing the away" The second and third stan5as e.plore the eotions

felt after the car crash fro the perspective of a witness"2" Thee 0 A a(or thee fro 6Auto !reck7 is death" The author is

e.ploring the rando and illogical nature of ortality by contrasting the

car crash with other fors of death 8war, suicide, stillbirth, cancer9 that

are ore understandable":" ;ood 0 glooy, reective !ith the stubborn saw of coonsense, > The gri (oke and the banal resolution"7

1" ocabulary 0a" douche0 8verb9 here it eans to wash away with waterb" convalescent0 8noun9 a patient who is recovering fro an illness or

the eBects of edical treatentc" gauche0 8ad(ective9 lacking grace or tact in social situations# socially

awkwardd" banal0 8ad(ective9 boringly ordinary and lacking in originality# dull#

unoriginal

e" occult0 8ad(ective9 not capable of being understood by ordinaryhuan beings

f" denoueent0 8noun9 a Cnal part of a story in which everything is

ade clear and no questions or surprises reain/D" Poetic Eevices 0

a" rhye schee0 noneb" eter0 nonec" alliteration0 soft, silver# bell, beating# bell, breaking# down, dark# light,

like# dips, down# tight, tourniquets# sickly, siles# stubborn, sawd" repetition0 6beating, beating7# 6oating down7, 6dips down7# 6rocking,

slightly rocking7

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I am shut out of mine own heart

by Christopher Brennan

I am shut out of mine own heart because my love is far from me,

nor in the wonders have I part

that fill its hidden empery:

The wildwood of adventurous thought

and lands of dawn my dream had won,

the riches out of Faery brought

are buried with our bridal sun.

And I am in a narrow place,

and all its little streets are cold, because the absence of her face

has robb'd the sullen air of gold.

My home is in a broader day:

at times I catch it glistening

thro' the dull gate, a flower'd play

and odour of undying spring:

The long days that I lived alone,

sweet madness of the springs I miss'd,

are shed beyond, and thro' them blown

clear laughter, and my lips are iss'd:

And here, from mine own !oy apart,

I wait the turning of the ey: "

I am shut out of mine own heart

 because my love is far from me