Navigating through this Blog + List of Literary Texts Analysed (STICKY)

Throughout my blog, I have analysed different literary texts: short stories, poems, plays, and more. In addition, I have posted my own personal writings on this blog: short stories, poems, articles, and so on. To navigate, you may either visit the homepage of this site by clicking on this following link: https://www.holyirishscript.wordpress.com. Alternatively, you may … Continue reading Navigating through this Blog + List of Literary Texts Analysed (STICKY)

Versus Written on Her Death-bed at Bath to Her Husband in London (by Mary Monck ‘Marinda’) In-Depth Analysis and Evaluation

For any additional help: ammarhammadkhan@gmail.com The Poem http://www.bartleby.com/291/52.html Background of the Poet Celebrated beauty and poet in the 17th and 18th Century. Structure and Rhyme Scheme 1 stanza which compromises of 11 couplets (22 lines). Could denote the orderly nature of life: how death must warp us one day eventually, and how Monck is content … Continue reading Versus Written on Her Death-bed at Bath to Her Husband in London (by Mary Monck ‘Marinda’) In-Depth Analysis and Evaluation

Critically analyse ‘The Uncles’ by John Goodby, with reference to its main thematic concerns and how they are presented through a unique structure.

Highly requested! For any additional help, I am contactable at the follow email address: ammarhammadkhan@gmail.com ‘The Uncles’ is a familial poem written by the reputable John Goodby. The poem has a unique structure, where it is in free-verse and therefore Goodby has manipulated the structure in order to further convey the theme of the disorganisation … Continue reading Critically analyse ‘The Uncles’ by John Goodby, with reference to its main thematic concerns and how they are presented through a unique structure.

Late

Swept to the dynamic, On my last thought, I conjured up the paranoia, Of the significant bloke, Who is too pretty and coy, I could have been him myself, Latched to the endless void, Of materialism and cyanide, Lost all my choice, Of perfection and time.

The bulletproof panda

Lucid are his thoughts, And ever-note his croaks, Of endless navy notes, Silver-lined in every scope. The tireless panda wrote, During a Wednesday afternoon smoke, Of fog and rote: Endless cellular jokes, Certainly, the panda stroke His silent vile stoat Of a mind, Symbolising his beautiful bulletproof ceaseless chime.