She's only filled with an old blind wish. It isn't even hers but came to her
in the rain
or the soft wind,
which is a gate through which her life keeps
walking.

She can't see
herself apart from the rest of the world
or the world from what she must do
every spring.
Crawling up the high hill,
luminous under the sand that has packed
against her skin.
she doesn't dream
she knows
she is a part of the pond she lives in,
the tall trees are her children,
the birds that swim above her
are tied to her by an unbreakable string.

—“The Turtle,”
Mary Oliver

In your poem, you should use visual elements to separate ideas. Which three visual elements does this excerpt of “The Turtle” include? Check all that apply.

capital letters to start each sentence
a break between stanzas
lines that are all the same length
punctuation such as periods and commas
lines that each contain a complete sentence

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee. —"sonnet 18," william shakespeare in one to two sentences, explain the central idea of the final couplet of the poem.

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.

Write a poem that's at least 10 lines long. : )