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      <title>Emily Dickinson Analysis Notes by Jasmine Davis</title>
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         <title>Because I Could Not...- Personal #1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Death and Immortality are personified. Death is perceived as chivalrous, an appreciated characteristic by the speaker</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:22:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Because I Could Not...-Personal #2</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The journey in the carriage represents a lifespan, in this case a slow one</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:25:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Because I Could Not...-Personal #3</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The different images seen throughout the carriage ride represent the stages of life</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:27:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Because I Could Not...-Personal #4</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The children and the school represent childhood, the fields of grain represnet the middle of a life span when one workds, and the setting sun can represent the ending of a life.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:28:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Because I Could Not...-Personal #5</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The use of alliteration "Recess-in the Ring", "Fields of Grazing Grain", and the  "Setting Sun" emphasizes the use of these certain examples of imagery to highlight their importance to the poem as a whole</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:29:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Because I Could Not...-Personal #6</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The speaker makes not of how delicate her gown is and her tulle scarf. This could indicate that she can feel the affects of the weather due to her clothing choice. She's cold?</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:34:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Because I Could Not..- Chris Semansky #7</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The house that was stopped at represents her grave, "a swelling in the ground". Perhaps a tombstone?</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:40:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>BICN...-Chris S. #8</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Death is not usually welcomed, but in this poem, his demeanor (charming, polite, handsome) is accepted by the young woman, she's quite flattered, due to the fact that she has been too busy in her life to remember death.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:42:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>BICN...-Chris S. #9</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Set in the 19th century, it would be deemed inappropriate for a woman to ride with a gentleman stranger alone, so Immortality acts as a chaperin, though not relly acknowledged as the woman's attention is focused soley on her caller, Death.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:44:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>BICN...- Chris S. #10</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The carriage speed is slow during the journey. One reason could be that the carriage is now a hearse and is the slow leading car of the funeral procession. The other reason acknowledges Death's lack of perception of time and space, as he, the carrier of souls, is not bound by these manmade concepts.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:45:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>BICN...-Chris S. #11</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>During the carriage ride, the woman is distracted by her problems in her human life, she may be aware that what she is seeing is the last remnant of her life and that she has taken these things for granted.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:49:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>BICN...- Chris S #12</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The children playing in the ring represents eternity, as a ring is never ending. The grain represents the natural world. The sun is a universal clock, as she passes it she seems ti enter a new dimension.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:50:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>BICN...-Chris S. #13</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The night is setting in, making the air grow chilly. Her garments are thin, and the speaker is growing cold. Another emphasis on the fact that she is dead.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:52:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>BICN...-Chris S. #14</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The mystery of death and the afterlife  are revealed. Dickinson has tried to describe the actual meaning of forever, she however, just guesses the answer. The horses heads are looking towards Eternity and she remembers that she is sitting next to Immortality.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:53:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>BICN...- Chris S. #15</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Death is usually depicted as the Grim Reaper, paired the the scythe used for taking soulds. Dickinson, however, depicts Death as a charming, well-mannered gentleman. Perhaps she didn't want to portray him as a frightening, powerful creature, but rather as something/one that shouldn't be feared</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-29 00:56:36 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I Heard a Fly Buzz-Personal #16 </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The use of "when I died" after the dash seems like an afterthought</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:33:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I Heard a Fly Buzz- Personal #17</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The poem is being told from another world, not the living.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:34:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- personal #18</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The stillness in the room after the speaker's death is prominent like the calm before the storm, packed with energy</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:35:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB-personal #19</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The Heaves of the Storm indicate that something has happened and something will happen again.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:36:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- personal #20</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The people in the room are witnessing her die, though they are no longer crying. Perhaps her loved ones have accepted her death or have been there for some time. The sounds are coming to a standstill.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:37:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- Personal #21</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Onset is defined as the beginning of something unpleasant, perhaps the beginnning of the finality that is death?</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:38:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB personal #22</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Who/What is the King? Is it Jesus? Is she personifying death again?</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:39:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB-Jhan Hochman #27</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The heaves of the storm may be the the pattern of the stillness between each breath, which could indicate death and the wailing of the mourners</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:40:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB-personal #23</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The speaker details that her belongings are being given away, an action that is disturbed by the imposing&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:40:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- personal #24</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Interposed is defined as coming between 2 things,meaning tha tthe fly is intruding. Shift from the quiet scene of giving away her belongings to the disruptive fly.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:41:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- personal #25</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The fly is buzzing around the room uncertainly. it is intruding between the speaker and the light (death?)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:42:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- personal #26</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The failing windows are the speakers eyes that have closed for the </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 01:44:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- Jhan Hochman #28 </title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The heaves may also represent the moment of dying between life (earth) and the death (heaven</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:09:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB-Jhan H. #29</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The stormy breathings of teh dying person are paired with the gathering of the rain of tears by the mourners which are know being held at a standstill like a cloud, ready to release at the start of another storm.<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:10:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- Jhan H. #30</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>Another interpretation uses the Christ’s return on the Seventh-Day. Christ is the hero or calvary that appears at the last minute to save the victim<br>The mourners are waiting for Christ the King to take the soul away.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:11:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- Jhan H. #31</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Although annoying, the fly is never described as evil or repellent. This fly could be Beelzebub (LotF), seeking the body/soul to take to the underworld. If this is true, the fly would represent a failure, compared to Christ saving the soul.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:12:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- Jhan h. #32</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The blue on the fly gives the speaker some hope. Blue is the color of a clear sky, which can represent infinity and purity. To Egyptians, the color blue holds a meaning of truth. This explain the sky-blue color of the threshold that separates humanity from the Great Beyond and Fate. Virgin Mary wore white and blue, an expression of the detachment of things from the Great Beyond and the journey of the soul to Heaven<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:13:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB-Jhan H. #33</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The association of flies with fecal matter, decomposition and decay as well as being a creature of the air creates confusion in the speaker. They are interpreted as godly figures in Greek mythology</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:13:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- Jhan H. #34</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>“To see to see”, the speaker is unable to  understand what is happening, death is unknowable.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:14:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IHAFB- Jhan #35</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The poem is “against the claim of knowing, against what is means to claim to know not only what will happen in death, but what even a fly is.”<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:14:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Hope is the Thing with feathers- Personal #36</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Hope is being described as a bird like creature that sits in the soul. It sings a wordless tune constantly, this may symbolize that hope is an unwavering concept that never disappers.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:16:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Hope is the Thing with feathers- Personal #37</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Its the sweetest on tough situations, but only a really bad situation can waver the hope that many people hold on to for comfort.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:18:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>HISTWF- Sean Robisch #40</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Hope is a recurring subject in her work</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:19:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>HISTWF- Personal #38</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Hope can be seen in even the strangest , most disheartening places, yet it never asks anything for anyone.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:19:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>HISTWF- Personal #39</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jsdavis18/z7uqx84fp5l6/wish/218206751</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Hope is&nbsp; abeautiful thing that is a constant in any situation, existing purely for help, never asking for a gift in return.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-12-31 03:20:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>HISTWF Sean Robisch #41</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jsdavis18/z7uqx84fp5l6/wish/218659380</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The topic of sound is something of importance in the poem. The song runs throughout the poem. It becomes at the end, the possibility of a request, a change from one kind of sound (song) to another(a voice that asks a question).<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-01-04 00:39:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>HISTWF- Sean R. #42</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The dash: asks for a pause, to add drama. In the last line: could suggest that the bird has a t some time asked a crumb of someone else even though it wouldn’t ask of the speaker.&nbsp; The capital Me might indicate humility and disappointment that she/he wasn’t asked.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-01-04 00:40:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>HISTWF Sean R. #43</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>punctuation may as easily ask us to look at the lines separately and slowly, to consider each breath we take at each instance. They ask us to listen.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-01-04 00:41:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>HISTWF- Sean R. #44</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jsdavis18/z7uqx84fp5l6/wish/218659460</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Hope is placed in quotes, indicating something so-called, an abstraction, an idea that might lack proof or substance. But at the same time, the narrator of the poem not only invests Hope with substance, gives it power to sing continuously, to weather a storm, to exist in the harshest environments.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-01-04 00:41:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>HISTWF- Sean R. #45</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>implies with this ending that if I put myself in the position of the “Me” narrator, I become the one who needs the song of the Bird, the voice of Hope, and I come to recognize what a potent force it really is.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-01-04 00:41:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>HISTWF- Sean R. #46</title>
         <author>jsdavis18</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/jsdavis18/z7uqx84fp5l6/wish/218659529</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>a Dickinson poem is not governed by one solitary emotion.<br><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-01-04 00:42:27 UTC</pubDate>
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