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 “My Papa’s Waltz” By Theodore Roethke Happy Memory | A Tug Of War Between Love And Fear | child's Memory | Organized Dance | Relationship Father's And Son Sad Depression Poem: "My Papa's Waltz" The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy But I hung on like death; Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother’s countenance Could not unfrown itself The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle.  You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.. 

 "No Man Is An Island" John Donne Human Life Is Interconnected | Responsibility | Independent, or Absolutely Self-Reliant | Highly Dependent And Vulnerable Creatures  "No Man Is An Island" No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were. as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were. Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. Boston University, U.S.A. «No man (individual) is an Iland intire of it selfe ; each man ( indivi- double ) is a peece of the Continent, a piece of the maine; assuming a Clod honey bee was- hed away by the Sea, Europe is the les se, as well as though a Promontorie were, as well as though a Mannor of thy companions or of thine owne were; any monitors demise reduces me, since I am engaged with Ma...

 "To Kill A Mocking bird" By Harper Lee superstition | Good, Evil, and Human Dignity |   Growing up | Courage | Small Town | Southern Life | Individual | Southern Gothic Bildungsroman "To Kill A Mockingbird" (Part - 1) Chapter - 8: For reasons unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County ,  autumn turned to winter that year . We had two weeks of the coldest weather since  1885, Atticus said. Mr. Avery said it was written on the Rosetta Stone that when  children disobeyed their parents, smoked cigarettes and made war on each other,  the seasons would change: Jem and I were burdened with the guilt of contributing  to the aberrations of nature, thereby causing unhappiness to our neighbors and  discomfort to ourselves. Old Mrs. Radley died that winter, but her death caused hardly a ripple—the  neighborhood seldom saw her, except when she watered her cannas. Jem and I  decided that Boo had got her at last, but wh...

  51 Sleepless Night   (Part - 12,13,14)   Horror Stories | Scary Stories Short horror stories: "51 Sleepless Night" Killer Selfie: (Part - 12)  Okay there’s something weird going on. I don’t want to tell my friends or family – they’d probably just make fun of me for being scared. I have to post this somewhere though, because if something does happen to me, then I want there to be someone who knows. It started with these ‘ selfies ’ appearing on my phone. “Haha, right, so you accidentally clicked the camera button when you weren’t looking.” That’s what I thought at first too, until I found a photo of me sleeping , taken from across the room. I live alone in a one bedroom apartment. I charge my phone overnight on the night table beside my bed. There’s no reason the phone should have been across the room from me in the first place. I deleted the photo as soon as I found it. I just felt weird having it on my phone. The next night, there was another one – this time...

 "The Sniper" By Liam O'Flaherty  War| Enemy Are Dehumanized | Monsters Or Targets |   Enemy Car | Grey Monster | Civil War  Short Stories | Story : "The Sniper" - Short Story The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds , casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey . Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war . On a rooftop near O’Connell Bridge , a Republican sniper lay watching. Beside him lay his rifle and over his shoulders was slung a pair of field glasses. His face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but his eyes had the cold gleam of the fanatic. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a man who...

"To Kill A Mocking bird" By Harper Lee superstition | Good, Evil, and Human Dignity |   Growing up | Courage | Small Town | Southern Life | Southern Gothic Bildungsroman "To Kill A Mockingbird" (Part -1)  Chapter - 7: Jem stayed moody and silent for a week . As Atticus had once advised me to do, I  tried to climb into Jem’s skin and walk around in it: if I had gone alone to the  Radley Place at two in the morning, my funeral would have been held the next  afternoon. So I left Jem alone and tried not to bother him. School started. The second grade was as bad as the first, only worse—they still  flashed cards at you and wouldn’t let you read or write. Miss Caroline’s progress  next door could be estimated by the frequency of laughter ; however, the usual  crew had flunked the first grade again, and were helpful in keeping order. The  only thing good about the second grade was that this year I had to stay as late as  Jem, and we usu...