The Night - Original Writing - 792 Words

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning. My parents died. I was six years old. They died, because of me. We got in a reasonable argument about Clifford the Big Red Dog, of all things. I stormed out of the house at 8:00 pm. I remember how glistening the stars were that night, how the colors of purple and dark blue collided in the sky and how the moon was full and shined with what seemed like a never-ending light. I just kept running, laughing like the obnoxious six year I was. They ran after me calling†¦show more content†¦After the accident, they both decided to homeschool me, due to my traumatizing behavior. They kept insisting for me to draw a picture, read, or play with other kids. They even suggested are neighbor June. I simply denied them and shaked my head back and forth, signifying my answer, no. I often spent most of my time in my purple speckled four walled room, glaring out my glistening glass window. Outside my grandparents house was a beautiful array of water, a river. Through my window, I could only catch a glimpse of the river, but it was something. I ran out of the house, my grandparents watching me. They smiled as I walked towards the river and both sat on the small narrow table and chair, sitting on our front porch. I sat on the musty dark dirt, laying by the river and watched the river’s ripples in sync with the wind. I watched leaves of the october season slowly float within the waters. Time seemed to stopped. The sound of footsteps emerged behind me, carefully crunching sticks and stones lying on the musty dark earth surface. A boy with pale pasty white skin, dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes sat beside me. He was wearing a long sleeved brown shirt and regular small tacky colored jeans, along with brown stitched shoes. It was June, my nextdoor neighbor. He sat next to me staying silent, staring at nothing but the river. I stared at him baffled by his motives. His head turned, facing me. I

The Night - Original Writing - 792 Words

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning. My parents died. I was six years old. They died, because of me. We got in a reasonable argument about Clifford the Big Red Dog, of all things. I stormed out of the house at 8:00 pm. I remember how glistening the stars were that night, how the colors of purple and dark blue collided in the sky and how the moon was full and shined with what seemed like a never-ending light. I just kept running, laughing like the obnoxious six year I was. They ran after me calling†¦show more content†¦After the accident, they both decided to homeschool me, due to my traumatizing behavior. They kept insisting for me to draw a picture, read, or play with other kids. They even suggested are neighbor June. I simply denied them and shaked my head back and forth, signifying my answer, no. I often spent most of my time in my purple speckled four walled room, glaring out my glistening glass window. Outside my grandparents house was a beautiful array of water, a river. Through my window, I could only catch a glimpse of the river, but it was something. I ran out of the house, my grandparents watching me. They smiled as I walked towards the river and both sat on the small narrow table and chair, sitting on our front porch. I sat on the musty dark dirt, laying by the river and watched the river’s ripples in sync with the wind. I watched leaves of the october season slowly float within the waters. Time seemed to stopped. The sound of footsteps emerged behind me, carefully crunching sticks and stones lying on the musty dark earth surface. A boy with pale pasty white skin, dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes sat beside me. He was wearing a long sleeved brown shirt and regular small tacky colored jeans, along with brown stitched shoes. It was June, my nextdoor neighbor. He sat next to me staying silent, staring at nothing but the river. I stared at him baffled by his motives. His head turned, facing me. I

The Night - Original Writing - 792 Words

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning. My parents died. I was six years old. They died, because of me. We got in a reasonable argument about Clifford the Big Red Dog, of all things. I stormed out of the house at 8:00 pm. I remember how glistening the stars were that night, how the colors of purple and dark blue collided in the sky and how the moon was full and shined with what seemed like a never-ending light. I just kept running, laughing like the obnoxious six year I was. They ran after me calling†¦show more content†¦After the accident, they both decided to homeschool me, due to my traumatizing behavior. They kept insisting for me to draw a picture, read, or play with other kids. They even suggested are neighbor June. I simply denied them and shaked my head back and forth, signifying my answer, no. I often spent most of my time in my purple speckled four walled room, glaring out my glistening glass window. Outside my grandparents house was a beautiful array of water, a river. Through my window, I could only catch a glimpse of the river, but it was something. I ran out of the house, my grandparents watching me. They smiled as I walked towards the river and both sat on the small narrow table and chair, sitting on our front porch. I sat on the musty dark dirt, laying by the river and watched the river’s ripples in sync with the wind. I watched leaves of the october season slowly float within the waters. Time seemed to stopped. The sound of footsteps emerged behind me, carefully crunching sticks and stones lying on the musty dark earth surface. A boy with pale pasty white skin, dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes sat beside me. He was wearing a long sleeved brown shirt and regular small tacky colored jeans, along with brown stitched shoes. It was June, my nextdoor neighbor. He sat next to me staying silent, staring at nothing but the river. I stared at him baffled by his motives. His head turned, facing me. I

The Night - Original Writing - 792 Words

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning. My parents died. I was six years old. They died, because of me. We got in a reasonable argument about Clifford the Big Red Dog, of all things. I stormed out of the house at 8:00 pm. I remember how glistening the stars were that night, how the colors of purple and dark blue collided in the sky and how the moon was full and shined with what seemed like a never-ending light. I just kept running, laughing like the obnoxious six year I was. They ran after me calling†¦show more content†¦After the accident, they both decided to homeschool me, due to my traumatizing behavior. They kept insisting for me to draw a picture, read, or play with other kids. They even suggested are neighbor June. I simply denied them and shaked my head back and forth, signifying my answer, no. I often spent most of my time in my purple speckled four walled room, glaring out my glistening glass window. Outside my grandparents house was a beautiful array of water, a river. Through my window, I could only catch a glimpse of the river, but it was something. I ran out of the house, my grandparents watching me. They smiled as I walked towards the river and both sat on the small narrow table and chair, sitting on our front porch. I sat on the musty dark dirt, laying by the river and watched the river’s ripples in sync with the wind. I watched leaves of the october season slowly float within the waters. Time seemed to stopped. The sound of footsteps emerged behind me, carefully crunching sticks and stones lying on the musty dark earth surface. A boy with pale pasty white skin, dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes sat beside me. He was wearing a long sleeved brown shirt and regular small tacky colored jeans, along with brown stitched shoes. It was June, my nextdoor neighbor. He sat next to me staying silent, staring at nothing but the river. I stared at him baffled by his motives. His head turned, facing me. I

The Night - Original Writing - 792 Words

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning. My parents died. I was six years old. They died, because of me. We got in a reasonable argument about Clifford the Big Red Dog, of all things. I stormed out of the house at 8:00 pm. I remember how glistening the stars were that night, how the colors of purple and dark blue collided in the sky and how the moon was full and shined with what seemed like a never-ending light. I just kept running, laughing like the obnoxious six year I was. They ran after me calling†¦show more content†¦After the accident, they both decided to homeschool me, due to my traumatizing behavior. They kept insisting for me to draw a picture, read, or play with other kids. They even suggested are neighbor June. I simply denied them and shaked my head back and forth, signifying my answer, no. I often spent most of my time in my purple speckled four walled room, glaring out my glistening glass window. Outside my grandparents house was a beautiful array of water, a river. Through my window, I could only catch a glimpse of the river, but it was something. I ran out of the house, my grandparents watching me. They smiled as I walked towards the river and both sat on the small narrow table and chair, sitting on our front porch. I sat on the musty dark dirt, laying by the river and watched the river’s ripples in sync with the wind. I watched leaves of the october season slowly float within the waters. Time seemed to stopped. The sound of footsteps emerged behind me, carefully crunching sticks and stones lying on the musty dark earth surface. A boy with pale pasty white skin, dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes sat beside me. He was wearing a long sleeved brown shirt and regular small tacky colored jeans, along with brown stitched shoes. It was June, my nextdoor neighbor. He sat next to me staying silent, staring at nothing but the river. I stared at him baffled by his motives. His head turned, facing me. I

The Night - Original Writing - 792 Words

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning. My parents died. I was six years old. They died, because of me. We got in a reasonable argument about Clifford the Big Red Dog, of all things. I stormed out of the house at 8:00 pm. I remember how glistening the stars were that night, how the colors of purple and dark blue collided in the sky and how the moon was full and shined with what seemed like a never-ending light. I just kept running, laughing like the obnoxious six year I was. They ran after me calling†¦show more content†¦After the accident, they both decided to homeschool me, due to my traumatizing behavior. They kept insisting for me to draw a picture, read, or play with other kids. They even suggested are neighbor June. I simply denied them and shaked my head back and forth, signifying my answer, no. I often spent most of my time in my purple speckled four walled room, glaring out my glistening glass window. Outside my grandparents house was a beautiful array of water, a river. Through my window, I could only catch a glimpse of the river, but it was something. I ran out of the house, my grandparents watching me. They smiled as I walked towards the river and both sat on the small narrow table and chair, sitting on our front porch. I sat on the musty dark dirt, laying by the river and watched the river’s ripples in sync with the wind. I watched leaves of the october season slowly float within the waters. Time seemed to stopped. The sound of footsteps emerged behind me, carefully crunching sticks and stones lying on the musty dark earth surface. A boy with pale pasty white skin, dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes sat beside me. He was wearing a long sleeved brown shirt and regular small tacky colored jeans, along with brown stitched shoes. It was June, my nextdoor neighbor. He sat next to me staying silent, staring at nothing but the river. I stared at him baffled by his motives. His head turned, facing me. I

The Night - Original Writing - 792 Words

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning. My parents died. I was six years old. They died, because of me. We got in a reasonable argument about Clifford the Big Red Dog, of all things. I stormed out of the house at 8:00 pm. I remember how glistening the stars were that night, how the colors of purple and dark blue collided in the sky and how the moon was full and shined with what seemed like a never-ending light. I just kept running, laughing like the obnoxious six year I was. They ran after me calling†¦show more content†¦After the accident, they both decided to homeschool me, due to my traumatizing behavior. They kept insisting for me to draw a picture, read, or play with other kids. They even suggested are neighbor June. I simply denied them and shaked my head back and forth, signifying my answer, no. I often spent most of my time in my purple speckled four walled room, glaring out my glistening glass window. Outside my grandparents house was a beautiful array of water, a river. Through my window, I could only catch a glimpse of the river, but it was something. I ran out of the house, my grandparents watching me. They smiled as I walked towards the river and both sat on the small narrow table and chair, sitting on our front porch. I sat on the musty dark dirt, laying by the river and watched the river’s ripples in sync with the wind. I watched leaves of the october season slowly float within the waters. Time seemed to stopped. The sound of footsteps emerged behind me, carefully crunching sticks and stones lying on the musty dark earth surface. A boy with pale pasty white skin, dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes sat beside me. He was wearing a long sleeved brown shirt and regular small tacky colored jeans, along with brown stitched shoes. It was June, my nextdoor neighbor. He sat next to me staying silent, staring at nothing but the river. I stared at him baffled by his motives. His head turned, facing me. I

The Night - Original Writing - 792 Words

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning. My parents died. I was six years old. They died, because of me. We got in a reasonable argument about Clifford the Big Red Dog, of all things. I stormed out of the house at 8:00 pm. I remember how glistening the stars were that night, how the colors of purple and dark blue collided in the sky and how the moon was full and shined with what seemed like a never-ending light. I just kept running, laughing like the obnoxious six year I was. They ran after me calling†¦show more content†¦After the accident, they both decided to homeschool me, due to my traumatizing behavior. They kept insisting for me to draw a picture, read, or play with other kids. They even suggested are neighbor June. I simply denied them and shaked my head back and forth, signifying my answer, no. I often spent most of my time in my purple speckled four walled room, glaring out my glistening glass window. Outside my grandparents house was a beautiful array of water, a river. Through my window, I could only catch a glimpse of the river, but it was something. I ran out of the house, my grandparents watching me. They smiled as I walked towards the river and both sat on the small narrow table and chair, sitting on our front porch. I sat on the musty dark dirt, laying by the river and watched the river’s ripples in sync with the wind. I watched leaves of the october season slowly float within the waters. Time seemed to stopped. The sound of footsteps emerged behind me, carefully crunching sticks and stones lying on the musty dark earth surface. A boy with pale pasty white skin, dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes sat beside me. He was wearing a long sleeved brown shirt and regular small tacky colored jeans, along with brown stitched shoes. It was June, my nextdoor neighbor. He sat next to me staying silent, staring at nothing but the river. I stared at him baffled by his motives. His head turned, facing me. I

The Night - Original Writing - 792 Words

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning. My parents died. I was six years old. They died, because of me. We got in a reasonable argument about Clifford the Big Red Dog, of all things. I stormed out of the house at 8:00 pm. I remember how glistening the stars were that night, how the colors of purple and dark blue collided in the sky and how the moon was full and shined with what seemed like a never-ending light. I just kept running, laughing like the obnoxious six year I was. They ran after me calling†¦show more content†¦After the accident, they both decided to homeschool me, due to my traumatizing behavior. They kept insisting for me to draw a picture, read, or play with other kids. They even suggested are neighbor June. I simply denied them and shaked my head back and forth, signifying my answer, no. I often spent most of my time in my purple speckled four walled room, glaring out my glistening glass window. Outside my grandparents house was a beautiful array of water, a river. Through my window, I could only catch a glimpse of the river, but it was something. I ran out of the house, my grandparents watching me. They smiled as I walked towards the river and both sat on the small narrow table and chair, sitting on our front porch. I sat on the musty dark dirt, laying by the river and watched the river’s ripples in sync with the wind. I watched leaves of the october season slowly float within the waters. Time seemed to stopped. The sound of footsteps emerged behind me, carefully crunching sticks and stones lying on the musty dark earth surface. A boy with pale pasty white skin, dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes sat beside me. He was wearing a long sleeved brown shirt and regular small tacky colored jeans, along with brown stitched shoes. It was June, my nextdoor neighbor. He sat next to me staying silent, staring at nothing but the river. I stared at him baffled by his motives. His head turned, facing me. I

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Robert Browning, Fra Lippo Lippi Essay Example

Robert Browning, Fra Lippo Lippi Paper What methods does Browning use to tell the poem Fra Lippo Lippi Line 1-39? Fra Lippo Lippi was written by Robert Browning in 1855. It is about a monk who called Lippi. When he sneaks out of the church he has been stopped by the watchmens in a drunken state also getting caught going into red district. As the watchmens tell him it was such a surprise finding him here, he drunkenly tells them his story to reassure him self that whatever he is doing is not as bad as the watchmens think it is. This poem by Robert Browning is an example of dramatic monologue which is written the Monks point of view, making him the dominant and the main character. The readers know this as the monk say in line 5 here you catch me at alleys end. When a poem is written in dramatic monologue form, it involves the speaker who reveals his character unintentionally while describing particular event or situation in order to build up a true picture of the actual events that took place by studying their language, tone and structure, Browning informs the readers that this poem takes in a form of dramatic monologue as he says I am poor brother Lippi, the use of poor can suggest to the readers that he is portraying himself as innocent. We will write a custom essay sample on Robert Browning, Fra Lippo Lippi specifically for you for only $16.38 $13.9/page Order now We will write a custom essay sample on Robert Browning, Fra Lippo Lippi specifically for you FOR ONLY $16.38 $13.9/page Hire Writer We will write a custom essay sample on Robert Browning, Fra Lippo Lippi specifically for you FOR ONLY $16.38 $13.9/page Hire Writer Brownings use of title Fra Lippo Lippi tells the readers that this poem by Robert Browning is about a Florentine painter who has a lot of passion for art through reading the title only. All throughout this poem, Browning has used a dialogue between the monk and the watch mens to engage the readers both in artistic and sexual sense of the monk. This poem falls in the form of black verse as the lines used are not in a rhyme scheme, which is known as the iambic pentameter. Browning has used blank verse in this poem to make this poem dramatic while using a dialogue between the two characters. He has used a running motif throughout the poem as he talks about love and Italian painters such as when he mentions Saint Laurence and Lisa referring to Mona Lisa. This poem is set in the present as the drunken monk says You need not clap your torches to my face however as the readers carry on, they are shown that when the monk explains his reasons for being seen in red light district, he takes the readers back in to the past as he says I was a baby when my mother died (line 81). The poem starts off with the monk getting caught by the watchmen in the middle of the action known as in media res which is a Latin phrase. Browning shows the readers that although he was a monk, he was not committed to his religion as he got drunk and visited where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar referring to the prostitutes. The watchmens are lighting their torches on him while asking him what he is doing there. Although their speech is not written, Browning is showing us what the watchmens are saying as the monk replies to their questions Zooks, whats to blame? You think you see a monk! this shows the readers that even the watchmens are confused as to why a monk would be in this area past midnight wanting some explanation from the monk who is trying to reassure himself that whatever he is doing is nothing wrong as he says to the watchmens whats to blame? . Browning use of question marks shows the readers through monks point of view that the watchmens are accusing him of something wrong he has done as he thinks he has done nothing wrong so they shouldnt be questioning him. Browning has also used caesura to makes this poem dramatic by pausing the monks speech in the middle of the line to pause him using different form of punctuations such as comma or a dash such as when the monk says Do- Harry out, if you must show your zeal, use of commas and dash in this line makes this poem even more effective to read for the readers making them pause, as Lippo is changing the tone of the poem. Also in this poem the monk mentions rats as he is trying to mock the watchmens with the use of metaphor. Browning uses metaphor as a figure of speech in line (9-11) informing the readers that he resembled the watchmens as rats. The monks speech used metaphor to explain his feelings towards them as he could not describe them in ordinary language. The use of onomatopoeia when the monk says weke, weke creates a harsh tone that the monk used to describe the watchmens voices. Onomatopoeia is often used in poems to create sound effects bringing the image to life. As he is referring them to rats, one of the watchmen grabs him by the throat as the monk informs the readers Your hand away thats fiddling on my throat to show that they were very aggressive. The monk tells them that before you take any action upon me, get to know me. He threatens the watchmens as he tells them he knows a master a Cosimo of the Medici. Cosimo of Medici was the rule of Florence, Italy, the monk uses his name so that the watchmens leave him alone as well as threatening them as he was well known in that area. As soon as the monk threatens the watchmens, he starts to show his power and authority over them making them look bad for being aggressive as he says Remember and tell me, the day youre hanged. Browning has also used archaic language in this poem to inform the readers about the period it what written in as he mentions Zooks throughout the poem which is not often used today. This poem is also written in conversation tone to capture the readers intention. Browning makes another use of metaphor as he says Are we pilchards that they sweep the streets and count fair prize what comes into their net? referring himself to a fish and the watchmen who are with him as fishermen and how they sweep the streets. A metaphor is used in this sentence to create a realistic image in the readers mind while describing his emotions and feelings that he has. Browning has also used enjambments in this poem to make the reader read the sentences in fast pace as well as creating a sense of motion as monk says Id like his face His, elbowing on his comrade in the door With the pike and the lantern, for the slaves that holds John Baptists head a-dangle by the hair With one hand And his weapon in the other, yet unwiped! The monk here is saying to one of the watchmens that he would like to draw him as a slave of John Baptist who was a Christian leader. Browning in this entire poem has used a lot of alliteration, enjambments and the used of metaphors to create a deeper meaning of this poem. Throughout the poem the readers see that although the monk is meant to commit himself to God, he is walking in the streets at midnight drinking and visiting the sportive ladies. Many of Browning poems show his deep religiosity and strong optimistic feelings such as the Patriot as well as this poem when the monk says Lord, I am not angry.