English Literature

The Bee Meeting Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers—— The rector, the midwife, the sexton, the agent for bees. In my sleeveless summery dress I have no protection, And they are all gloved and covered, why did nobody tell me? They are smiling and taking out veils tacked to ancient hats. I am nude as a chicken neck, does nobody love me? Yes, here is the secretary of bees with her white shop smock, Buttoning the cuffs at my wrists and the slit from my neck to my knees. Now I am milkweed silk, the bees will not notice. They will not smell my fear, my fear, my fear. Which is the rector now, is it that man in black? Which is the midwife, is that her blue coat? Everybody is nodding a square black head, they are knights in visors, Breastplates of cheesecloth knotted under the armpits. Their smiles and their voces are changing. I am led through a beanfield. Strips of tinfoil winking like people, Feather dusters fanning their hands in a

Lady Lazarus I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?—— The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? The sour breath Will vanish in a day. Soon, soon the flesh The grave cave ate will be At home on me And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. This is Number Three. What a trash To annihilate each decade. What a million filaments. The peanut-crunching crowd Shoves in to see Them unwrap me hand and foot—— The big strip tease. Gentlemen, ladies These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident. The second time I meant To last it out and not come back at all. I rocked shut As a seashell. They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sti

Daddy You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time—— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think

This is my letter to the World This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me— The simple News that Nature told— With tender Majesty Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see— For love of Her—Sweet—countrymen— Judge tenderly—of Me

Of Mice and Men: A short Note John Steinbeck is a popular modern novelist of America. His Of Mice and Men is an impressive and interesting novel. It is set during the Great Depression. It's a tragic tale of two workers named George Milton and Lennie Small. It explores themes of loneliness, friendship and the American Dream. Of Mice and Men is a tale of the lives of George Milton and Lennie Small. They are itinerant ranch workers. They dream of owning their own small piece of land where they can raise rabbits. Their dream is a beacon of hope in their otherwise bleak existence. They wander from ranch to ranch in search of work to fulfill their dream. Their bond is a cornerstone of the story. The story unfolds on a California ranch where George and Lennie find new employment. George is a small but sharp-witted man. He cares deeply for Lennie. Lennie is a large but mentally challenged individual. He has immense strength. Lennie's childlike innocence often leads to trouble.

A Light exists in Spring A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay -- A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament

John Steinbeck: A Great American Novelist John Steinbeck is a towering figure in American literature. He is unquestionably a pivotal figure of modern period. He is renowned for his compassionate portrayal of marginalized characters. The setting of his novels is native California. These novels explore themes of social and economic upheavals, social injustice, human resilience, and the American Dream of the early 20th century. His notable works include Of Mice and Men , The Grapes of Wrath , and East of Eden . Steinbeck's novels are deeply rooted in social realism. His profound empathy for the human condition is always appreciated. He is a passionate advocate for the oppressed. He delves deep into the lives of ordinary people, their hopes, dreams and the harsh realities they face. Steinbeck's popular works like T he Grapes of Wrath and Of Mice and Men vividly depict the struggles of migrant workers and the exploitation of the working class. At the core of Steinbeck's