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Earlbecke

  • Last seen on Feb 13 10:19 AM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.

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  • Manifesto for my Generation at storywrite
    We are the generation that will inherit the world. In light of such an inevitability, in order to prepare oneself for the gradual transition into a position of power, deserved
  • Definition of a Nation at storywrite
    There is a common misconception among the people of this place and time that I wish to correct. Many people in this day and age seem to believe that a nation is comprised solel

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  • on Broken Dreams by William Butler Yeats, on March 24, 2004
    I find this poem interesting for a number of reasons: firstly, that Yeats continued to care for the love of his life for this long, regardless of the fact that she married another man and turned him down, continuously for years; and second, because his "broken dreams" were nothing about himself, his writing, his success, his marriage, or even his aspirations, but all about how the woman he loved changed with time.

  • on A Song by William Butler Yeats, on March 24, 2004
    This poem is an interesting mix of sorrow and reflection. I like Yeats' last poems best, the ones he wrote when he was older or just before his death. While his earlier poems are certainly excellent, with a lifetime of experience to draw on, he only managed to become a master of poetry later in life. Poems like this, retrospective and contemplative, serve an important purpose in allowing readers with years less of experience in life to understand how things might change as they grow older.

  • on To Helen - 1831 by Edgar Allan Poe, on March 24, 2004
    One of my favorite poems. It's certainly as beautiful as the subject it sets out to depict in its description!

  • on Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley, on March 24, 2004
    This is a very cute poem, but, in the end, I find it a little obnoxious and not the best of Shelley's work. It's too quaint for his style, I think.