subject
English, 20.10.2020 02:01 lokijuhygtfrdfghj

Can someone make a found poem for me? any book is fine

ansver
Answers: 2

Other questions on the subject: English

image
English, 21.06.2019 18:40, lakeithiat1320
Which of these are central ideas of chapter 4 of wheels of change? check all that apply.
Answers: 1
image
English, 22.06.2019 05:00, seseluka
Read the excerpt from frederick douglass’s speech “what to the slave is the fourth of july? ”go where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms of the old world, travel through south america, search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the side of the everyday practices of this nation, and you will say with me, that, for revolting barbarity and shameless hypocrisy, america reigns without a rival. what is one way that douglass achieves his purpose of persuading the reader to see his point of view? by relating as many facts and statistics to the reader as possibleby using familiar and casual language to make the reader feel comfortableby using gentle language to evoke a sense of calm and tranquilityby repeating the word “you” to directly relate to the reader
Answers: 1
image
English, 22.06.2019 12:00, kevintino
Based on what you know about travelogues and marco polo’s life, what is the best prediction for the purpose of marco polo’s writing? he wanted to persuade others to make the same journey to asia. he wanted to entertain readers with fictional tales based on his travels. he wanted to inform readers about what he saw and learned on his journey. he wanted to keep a careful record to map the lands between italy and china. c.
Answers: 3
image
English, 22.06.2019 12:00, amison64
In the sweet hereafter and the following poem, what does the newborn symbolize? "every death is magic from the enemy to be avenged" by brooks haxton when fever burned the last light out of my daughter's eyes, i swore to find and kill the ones to blame. men must mount the long boat in the dark with spears. at dawn, where the flowering spicebush hid my scent, i crouched. a young wife, newborn slung across her chest, came first for spring water. she stooped. my god, for vengeance, spoke her secret name inside my ear. her god stepped back with no scream, his right hand at his mouth, the knuckles clenched between the pointed teeth. death is not evil. innocence of childhood the continuing cycle of life and death the children that will never be born
Answers: 1
You know the right answer?
Can someone make a found poem for me? any book is fine...

Questions in other subjects: