Did you know that more than twenty percent of Africa is without food? The reason for the high amount of the population without food is that a lot of African countries are very poor. The main character in the book, The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind, William, grew up in one of the poorest countries in the world, Malawi. Malawi is located in eastern Africa, bordering Tanzania, Zambia, and Mozambique. The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind is a memoir written by William Kamkwamba about the struggles of growing up in Malawi.
Do you remember learning about the holocaust? The holocaust was a historical event and lasted twelve years. It was a horrible time in the world. Elie Wiesel in the memoir “Night” explains why the holocaust should never happen again. Wiesel uses pathos, Metaphors, and lastly repetition to support his explanation.
Mastery Assignment 2: Literary Analysis Essay Lee Maracle’s “Charlie” goes through multiple shifts in mood over the course of the story. These mood are ones of hope and excitement as Charlie and his classmates escape the residential school to fear of the unknown and melancholy as Charlie sets off alone for home ending with despair and insidiousness when Charlie finally succumbs to the elements . Lee highlights these shifts in mood with the use of imagery and symbolism in her descriptions of nature.
In 1943, during World War II, there was a mass genocide of the Jewish population. Many people in the concentration camps had lost everything from clothes to family to names. These people who after losing everything, gave up, lost their lives. But those who continued putting one foot in front of the other, made it through to the end. Elie Wiesel, a young boy at the time, has lived to tell the world about his experiences in Auschwitz.
(Bradbury, 9). The use of personification is applied through the use of weather and emotion. The weather cannot portray real human emotions but it can symbolize anger and fury. The parallels between the children and the house are no mistake. The children’s raw emotions echo through the house, the environments in their lives only cater to them and their feelings.
It’s often complicated to metaphorically express a depressing topic with only one word that people can relate to. Author Elie Wiesel had managed to complete this feat, though many may argue what exactly Wiesel meant to express. The word “night” symbolizes fear, hopelessness, and futility. This gives reason to why the word and its extended metaphor are appropriate for the title. To put a start to the claim, the word night symbolizes fear because, at many points of the biography it tells of the situations where Wiesel and his family experienced the horrible emotion.
Take a look at lines 5 and 6, in which sunlight is personified as “lean[ing] against the south walls, cold and tired”. While reading this, you can practically imagine a figure slumped heavily against a wall for support because of their exhaustion; their posture is slouched and no longer proud, and it seems impossible that they will ever regain their energy. This is an excellent example of how only a couple, well chosen words can create a whole narrative in the reader's mind. Another instance of this is the simile that equates “tresses” to “leaden clouds,” in line 3. “Tresses”, meaning a lock of a woman’s hair, is most commonly used with a positive connotation that implies the woman's hair is beautiful, lucious, and curled.
The personification of the sun battling stubborn winter represents individuals resistance to embrace nature and the cycle of life in it’s simplicity. Finally, spring emerges and “the leafy mind, that long was tightly furled/will turn its private substance into green,/ and young shoots spread upon our inner world” (18-20). The leaf is personified to have a mind which becomes active when spring commences. Spring represents new life and the stimulation of the mind, or “inner world”. Roethke uses literary elements to describe an image that creates a metaphor comparing the awakening of nature, from winter to spring, to the awakening of the human sense, from neglected to
He compares lightning and snow to the wind in the forests. He explains that the wind doesn't have a favorite object such as the lightning strikes every other tree, and the snow "mows down thousands at a swoop as a gardener trims out a bed of flowers". The winds go to every single tree, fingering every leaf and branch and furrowed bole; not one is forgotten". After describing the wind, the author continues to explain that he moved up 600 feet to experience the wind and nature much closer. Although Muir describes the wind as a strong, mean force, he later explains that the sound of the wind is so soothing and relaxing, Muir compares the noise of the wind to music to his ear, he calls is "Eolian
Changes occur throughout the book, the quote chosen tends to show that the wind has started to pick up and it begins to blow very strongly which causes the leaves in the following quote to rumble. “ ‘Ralph, wake up!’ The leaves were roaring like the sed. ‘Ralph wake up.’ ‘What’s the matter?’
one of the many times he uses imagery throughout this story is when the narrator says, “on his way he would see the cottages and homes with their dark windows, and it was not unequal to walking through a graveyard where only the faintest glimmers of firefly light appeared in flickers behind the windows” (Pg 1). By using imagery to compare walking through the neighborhood as walking through a graveyard shows that it is completely silent and there is no activity in any of the houses. Most people wouldn't describe their neighborhood as a graveyard, this also develops the mood. Another time he uses imagery is when the narrator says, “The street was silent and long and empty, with only his shadow moving like the shadow of a hawk in mid-country” (1). This shows mood because the narrator describes him as a hawk in mid-country, that means that he is all alone in what he feels to be like a barren or abandoned place.
Vivid descriptions of the wind such as its’ “rattl[ing] the tops of garbage cans”, “dirt and dust and grime”, and “grit sting[ing] skins” create a sense of chaos that is common in the busy hustle of city life. The cold wind also “violent[ly] assault[s]” the residents of the city, allowing the reader to envision the truly excruciating and harrowing journey people in the urban setting must make regularly. Additionally, asyndeton is utilized masterfully throughout the passage to demonstrate the disarray caused by the wind. The wind finds “theater throwaways, announcements of dances and lodge meetings, the heavy waxed paper that loaves of bread had been wrapped in, the thinner waxed paper that enclosed sandwiches, old envelopes, newspapers.” This extensive list without the use of conjunctions speeds up the reading allowing a fast pace similar to the rapid attacks of the wind, enabling the reader to visualize the onslaught on the citizens.
One of the aspects of “Wild Geese” that truly struck my fifth-grade self was its use of imagery—I was drawn in particular to the extensive visual imagery in lines 8-13 (“Meanwhile the sun…heading home again”) and awed by the ability of text to evoke images of such clarity. Moreover, in addition to the intrigue of its use of literary devices and the complexity of its recitation, interpreting “Wild Geese” and finding meaning within it was a process that continued well beyond the end of my fifth-grade year, and the connotations of that poem continue to resonate with me. While the entirety of this story is too personal to share herein, “Wild Geese” was a poem that spoke to me on a very personal level. As I sometimes have a tendency to hold myself to unrealistic standards, “Wild Geese” was to me a reminder of the relative insignificance of the trivial matters with which I would preoccupy myself; nature became a symbol of that which existed beyond my narrow fixations and the wild geese a reflection of the inexorable passage of time—in essence, a reminder that “this too shall
The novel is constructed to even deceive the reader. The first paragraph of the first chapter begins with a description of a beautiful summer day with “delicate perfume” (Wilde 1). It is a beautiful and pleasantly smelling environment but it is also
The cool, upland air, flooding through the everlasting branches of the lively tree, as it casts a vague shadow onto the grasses ' fine green. Fresh sunlight penetrates through the branches of the tree, illuminating perfect spheres of water upon its green wands. My numb and almost transparent feet are blanketed by the sweetness of the scene, as the sunlight paints my lips red, my hair ebony, and my eyes honey-like. The noon sunlight acts as a HD camera, telling no lies, in the world in which shadows of truth are the harshest, revealing every flaw in the sight, like a toddler carrying his very first camera, taking pictures of whatever he sees. My head looks down at the sight of my cold and lifeless feet, before making its way up to the reaching arms of an infatuating tree, glowing brightly virescent at the edges of the trunk, inviting a soothing, tingling sensation to my soul.
