By the end the poem gives only quick snapshots and alludes to content and images from earlier in the poem. was a teacher, spoke English, loved that you had a functional family

I have spent much of the last ten years also focusing on open source, data analytics and intelligence, cloud computing, mobile devices and data management. 7. This line is heavy with imagery through which Smith explores the desires and emotions of having to mature in secret. waiting for a song, a ghost. SYNTAX: and sweet as love. / Wrens are soft as yarn.

are just like us/. First and foremost is the poet’s complicated relationship with the Arabic language, in which she feels like an outsider and can’t quite master it. Whether users will feel comfortable or slightly ‘spooked’ by the fact that machines will now start to ‘ape’ a higher level of understanding remains in question.

Even though his heritage is rich, it means nothing if he fails to Westernize.

If the author is writing from personal experience it’s likely he/she and or his/her relatives have been victims of either antisemitism or the conflicts in the middle east that have been centered around Israel. Like with any year, people had things going on within their lives that doesn’t reach the news, or at least that is what these bits of information tell me. Other cognates include the Old Icelandic “tryggr”, which among other things translates to “safe” and the German/Old English “trēow”, meaning “truth, faith, loyalty, pledge, covenant”. The next comes at the end of the stanza when he tells Donna that “she is beautiful as the moon.” Similar to the crickets, the moon represents prosperity and peace. How does society’s lack of acceptance of certain groups force those groups underground?

Her indigenous roots are intertwined in her poetry and she is known for writing with mythical tones. The Contrac t S ay s : We'd L ike the Conve rs ation to be Biling ual By Ada L i m ón When you come, bring your brown-ness so we can be sure to please the funders.

“I wave the flag of stone and seed,” Gloss:

I wasn’t living in 1918. to troubled teens? Will you check this.

The title emphasizes the hurt and pain that Diaz carries with her from her brother’s trauma.

The book is somewhat of an autobiography of her life, now aged 42. The speaker is lost, the reader is lost, and in this place that seems to be between worlds and times he/she asks this question that borders on irrational. As a young gay man I related to this title a lot, and even before reading the poem understood the feelings the poem explores. His difficulty distinguishing the words persimmon and precision from one another angers her.