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      <title>An Ancient Gesture, by Edna St. Vincent Millay by Anthony Vu</title>
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      <pubDate>2018-08-29 19:08:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>An Ancient Gesture by Edna St. Vincent Millay</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:<br>Penelope did this too.<br>And more than once: you can't keep weaving all day<br>And undoing it all through the night;<br>Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck gets tight;<br>And along towards morning, when you think it will never be light,<br>And your husband has been gone, and you don't know where, for years.<br>Suddenly you burst into tears;<br>There is simply nothing else to do.<br><br>And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:<br>This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique,<br>In the very best tradition, classic, Greek;<br>Ulysses did this too.<br>But only as a gesture,—a gesture which implied<br>To the assembled throng that he was much too moved to speak.<br>He learned it from Penelope…<br>Penelope, who really cried.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-29 19:13:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Theme</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Millay's poem is suggesting that, no matter the age, time, or era, people still use the same gestures to express themselves. Millay states " And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:<br>This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique," suggesting that crying is an ancient expression.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-29 19:21:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Imagery</title>
         <author>avu11</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>When Millay says " Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck gets tight;<br>And along towards morning, when you think it will never be light," you can see and feel her depression.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-29 19:22:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Tone</title>
         <author>avu11</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The tone of the poem is sadness, loneliness, and emptiness, conveyed when the writer uses the words, tears, simply, nothing, and the phrase: it will never be light.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-29 19:22:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Repetition</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The writer uses a couple examples of repetition, such as "But only as a gesture,—a gesture which implied".<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-29 19:22:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Metaphores</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The poem does not use any metaphores or epic similes.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-29 19:22:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Comparison</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This poem is from the viewpoint of the author, and does not add any new insights as the author is reflecting on the Odyssey, and how she relates to it. It does however, show the similarities of both time periods and how, no matter the era, sadness is the same</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-08-30 18:52:24 UTC</pubDate>
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