A Candles Fire ( my poem )
What’s this? a stick of wax with a string I see? The wanting wick turning black as night as it hoards the flames touch as it meets! broken hearted, its afraid. She the lonely candle holding up her light making the darkness flee. The flame dancing in its own light, is it harming the frightened shadows? What is darkness afraid of when they are greater amount than she? Candle lonesome in silence as the darkness fades from her wanting fingers, hot to the touch but loving she can be. She wants a hug but is a clingy thing, everyone would agree. Because if she was a person shed love you unconditionally but after all its just a candles fire, and if candles had feelings everyone would agree, that no one likes being as alone as she.

"the children's hour" by henry wadsworth longfellow between the dark and the daylight, when the night is beginning to lower, comes a pause in the day's occupations, that is known as the children's hour. i hear in the chamber above me the patter of little feet, the sound of a door that is opened, and voices soft and sweet. from my study i see in the lamplight, descending the broad hall stair, grave alice, and laughing allegra, and edith with golden hair. a whisper, and then a silence: yet i know by their merry eyes they are plotting and planning together to take me by surprise. a sudden rush from the stairway, a sudden raid from the hall! by three doors left unguarded they enter my castle wall! they climb up into my turret o'er the arms and back of my chair; if i try to escape, they surround me; they seem to be everywhere. they almost devour me with kisses, their arms about me entwine, till i think of the bishop of bingen in his mouse-tower on the rhine! do you think, o blue-eyed banditti, because you have scaled the wall, such an old mustache as i am is not a match for you all! i have you fast in my fortress, and will not let you depart, but put you down into the dungeon in the round-tower of my heart. and there will i keep you forever, yes, forever and a day, till the walls shall crumble to ruin, and moulder in dust away! which literary device does longfellow use most frequently in the poem? a. simile b. metaphor c. repetition d. personification

Read the passage from a raisin in the sun. mama: lord have mercy, baby. you done gone and bought your grandmother a hat? travis (very proud): open it! she does and lifts out an elaborate, but very elaborate, wide gardening hat, and all the adults break up at the sight of it. ruth: travis, honey, what is that? travis (who thinks it is beautiful and appropriate): it's a gardening hat! like the ladies always have on in the magazines when they work in their gardens. beneatha (giggling fiercely): travis—we were trying to make mama mrs. miniver—not scarlett o'hara! mama (indignantly): what's the matter with you all! this here is a beautiful hat! (absurdly.) i always wanted me one just like it! which word or phrase from the text best supports the idea that the adults think the hat is inappropriate? “have mercy” (giggling fiercely) (indignantly) “what’s the matter”

Kafka originally referred to gregor's parents as “the mother” and “the father”. however, the translator refers to them as “his mother” and “his father”. why might the translator use “his” instead of “the”? a. the word “his” makes the story smoother to read in english. b. the word “his” allows gregor’s parents to become more central characters. c. the word “his” makes gregor’s parents sound less loving. d. the word “his” creates a more negative tone.