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Stopping by Woods by Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening was written by Robert Frost in 1922 and published in a collection titled New Hampshire in 1923. It is said that he wrote it in a sitting of 20 minutes while taking a break from writing a longer poem, New Hampshire. This is testimony to his poetic prowess considering the high level of expertise used. The poem is written in a perfect iambic tetrameter, which many poets cannot do in a single sitting.  The poem: Whose woods these are I think I know His house is in the village though;  He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.  My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.  He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake.  The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.  The woods are lovely, dark and deep,  But I have promises to keep,  And miles to go before I sle...

Welcome to Kenya, Sir

Welcome to Kenya sir A country where we know no ideologies But in books and exams Welcome to Kenya sir Where parties are formed  Not because of shared ideologies  But shared criminal records  Welcome to Kenya sir A country where people vote Not because they believe in certain ideologies But because they want to save people that killed their brothers Welcome to Kenya sir Where democracy means nothing But what the party owner says.  Again, I say, welcome to Kenya  Sir. 

I want to be a Hustler

I want to be a hustler one day So that I can carry money in suitcases  And make people happy  Because money washes hearts I want to be a hustler one day So that I can fataly injure  Those who don't love me But still get away  I want to be a hustler one day  So that my people practice their suffrage  Based on my best quality: being a hustler Nothing more nothing less  I want to be a hustler one day. In fact, hustle so hard   With their bloods and lives I want to be a hustler one day So that only my good is remembered  And my evil is interred with me Unlike what Shakespeare believed I want to be a hustler one day  So that the verses I write Are no more free.  Son of Namakangala,  I want to be a hustler when I grow up. @Wanda the Teacher

Those Winter Sundays

Those Winter Sundays is based on the real-life experiences of Robert Hayden, its writer. It talks about how he took his foster parents' love for granted only to regret later, when he grew old enough to understand that they sacrificed to give him a good life. Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blue-black cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labour in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one. thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of the house. Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well, What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices? Analysis  In the first stanza, the persona recounts how his father woke up early just to prepare a fire in order to drive the cold out for the benefit of the persona and the rest of the family.  The ...

Subject matter and theme

Reading through many sources both online and in print, you realize that drawing a line between theme and subject matter is difficult even to literary critics. Some definitions use many different words to differentiate these two terminologies but end up talking about the same thing.  This article, therefore, comes in handy. It seeks to alleviate this problem by demarcating a clear line between theme and subject matter. Theme Theme is the central idea not only in poetry but in all types of works of literature.  In the analysis of theme, literary critics must go deeper than merely looking and what the poem is about. They must look at the happenings in the poem and relate them to the society.  This, therefore, means that theme has to do with the significance of the occurrences in the poem to the society.  It should be noted that in K.C.S.E, the examiner expects the candidate to describe theme in one or several words (should not be too long) then illustrate it. For exampl...

Common poetic devices

Poetic devices are unique ways through which the poet presents the message to the audience. Some of them are usually figurative while others are related to the patterning of sounds. In K.C.S. E, figurative ones are mostly tested in paper 2 while sound patterns are tested in paper 1.  Below is a list of some of these poetic devices.  Alliteration -When initial consonant sounds are repeated in close proximity. Here, learners should pay attention to sounds (pronunciations of words) and not their spelling. Some words are spelt differently but have sounds that are pronounced the same. For example, "car" and "keep" have different letters at the beginning yet these letters produce sound /k/, meaning they alliterate.  Allusion -this is a reference to a well-known material. A good example is the poem The Second Coming by W. B. Yeats, which refers to the coming again of Jesus.  Apostrophe -happens when the persona talks to something that has no hearing ability. This may be a...

Analysis of the Poem "To an Athlete Dying Young" by A. E. Housman

This article is the first in a series of analyses of poems to come. Each poem, as exemplified in this, will be carefully and thoroughly analyzed to help readers master the skill of poetic appreciation.  A. E Housman, a Victorian poet, had "To an Athlete Dying Young" first published in his anthology, "Shropshire Lad" in 1896. This poem talks about an athlete that dies while still very youthful. This death denies him the chance to witness the breaking of his record. The persona appears to praise this early death for it prevents him from joining the list of athletes who witnessed the death of their names before their own deaths.     To An Athlete Dying  Young      A.E. Housman The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high Today, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. S...