Acts Three Through Five of Macbeth

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In the third act Banquo suspects that Macbeth is the murderer, so Macbeth hires assassins to kill Banquo and his son. Macbeth and his wife have a banquet. The murderers he hired kill Banquo, but his son Fleance escapes. At the dinner Banquo's ghost arrives, and takes Macbeth's seat. Macbeth is tormented, and Lady Macbeth tries to cover for him. All the guests leave. Lord Macduff somehow does not believe Macbeth is innocent. He follows Malcolm to England right away to incite the English king to help in the attack on Scotland and Macbeth.

In act four Macbeth gets ready for the war, and asks the three witches to foretell the outcome of the war. The witches answer, you will not die, and neither will your army get overthrown, until Birnam Wood moves to Dennison Hill. Macbeth can't get out of the habit of killing people. (bum bum bum) When Macbeth finds out that Macduff left to go to England he kills Macduff's wife, children, and servants. The King of England and Macduff start planning their attack on Scotland. Another Scottish lord tells Macduff about his family. For the good of Scotland Macbeth must be disposed of.

In Act five Lady Macbeth is being driven wild by her sins, staying in bed all day only getting out to sleepwalk. His real wealth came when he was a partial owner of the Globe Theater. Nobody knows much about his life after that except he bought the biggest house in Strateford, and lived there until his death.

Bruises Are Only Battle Scars

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Daveda Gruber shares with us how although bruised in life she was not beaten. These bruises became learning tool for her to share with others how they can become stepping stones. So please have your tissues handy as you go from poem to poem reading her story.

Bruised But Not Beaten (Acrostic/Hotan/Book Review)

Bruises shown in each poem
Reality hits your heart
Understanding of her pain
Inner courage for life storms
Searching for answers within
Endurance being mom and wife
Dynamite poems flows from the heart

Battered but did not stay down
Uses poems to find healing
Touching lyrics within the book

Nurturing poetry from the start
Outstanding truth within the lines
Tissues needed to wipe the eyes

Bloody tears as she tells her story
Etched in the heart over the years
Allowing the reader to feel her fears
Teaching others how to endure
Each poem has a story to tell
Now you can read and know of Daveda's scars

"Bruised But not Beaten"
Even Angels Cry she writes
Lost Reality Shares all
Did You Know
Instead I just Cried

Provoking
No Remorse I read
Daveda Leaving Footprints
In her twelfth book

**Bold print in above is poem titles you will find in this book. I recommend it to all readers.

When this book arrived in the mail and I began to read it I could not put it down. The poems had me captivated from the start. Daveda shares with us some of her hardships of being a wife and mom. Her fears are seen here in being in an abusive and controlling relationship. She also shares with us first hand of the agony and torment of losing loved one. A sister she lost and to this day her body has not been found. The death of a daughter..and so much more..There is healing in the pages of this book.

Asian Poetry - China and Babies and Winnie the Pooh

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I've been thinking about something to do,
I've been thinking about
Mao Tse-Tung and Lao-Tzu;

breathing deep, whispering breeze,
wind blowing softly underneath wandering feet,
a horse that is galloping at fullest of speeds;

trying to concentrate all my intent,
life's mysterious
windy, twisting, turning sharp bends;

I've been thinking about a sunset
with no beginning or end;
butterflies flying inside of a dream-
did I dream the butterfly or did he dream of me?

I've been thinking about something to do,
just thinking,
like a meandering stream,

tranquility's waters,
swaying, brown, gentle trees, mistiest mountains,
blue-gray harmonious green;

I've been thinking all day of Winnie the Pooh,
what does it mean the path of Kung Fu, a wise owl
and Lao-Tzu too,

Five pecks of rice elixirs of life,
Dragon and Tiger mountains
and Four or Five books of life;

I've been thinking about the Tao and Te Ching,
about a silent song
not to sing,
and also about the mother of ten thousand things;

I've been thinking about babies and Buddhas
and something to do,
but whenever I start
I don't even begin to get through,
I've been thinking all day
of Winnie the Pooh,

thinking of filling
the cup up past the brim, I've been thinking about
a sunrise with no beginning or end;

I've been thinking of a letter
I'd rather not send, of retiring when
the work comes to an end

I've been concentrating as hard as I might
to think of nothing
throughout the twilight
nothing at all
is what I intend
walking silently
with my one friend;

I've been sitting here
silently under a tree,
awaiting a vision
I'd hoped might come to be;

I've been thinking of yes-
at the same time thinking of no,
I've been thinking about a place
I might possibly never go;

A hundred flowers blooming simultaneously,
a hundred schools teach
contending to be,
a mysterious song
of harmony;

a dulcimer player
playing his fingers and strings
passionately,
in a subway station in New York City;

a bus riding to the top and winding its way
through Newark's twisting streets
of dangerous turns
at the end of the day,

in the path of the bus's middlest alleyway,
people standing
and sweating,
counting the days;

thinking about a road and way through a path,
I've been thinking about
harmony's orderly,
musical, virtuous craft;

I've been looking at everything
in perfect place,
and of five thousand words
and a buffalo's back, a buffalo's face;

I've been thinking all day
of something to do,
of Buddha and babies and Winnie the Pooh
of all life's reflections
in harmony,
of the gentlest breeze
that might touch
the gentlest leaf.

China and Babies and Winnie the Pooh This story incorporates the elements of Chinese religion and philosophies, and is also drawn from the ideas presented in the book The Tao of Pooh, by Benjamin Hoff (Penguin, 1982), which documents the striking parallels between the Chinese religion of Taoism and the story of Winnie the Pooh. The characters of Winnie the Pooh and their rhetoric parallel closely the cadence and tone of the holy writings of Taoism. Winnie the Pooh was released as a book in 1926, but seems to have been actually written towards the end of WWI by A.A. Milne. The book was illustrated by an associate, Ernest A. Shepherd, who worked with Milne on a satirical political newspaper prior to WWI. The characters look much the same as with what we are familiar, from the children's movie produced in 1966 by Disney (who bought the rights to Winnie the Pooh from Milne's widow). There were a total of four Pooh books in the series that were originally written.

Dawn of a New Discovery: Inspiring World Poems Edited by John Scott with Jane Statlander, Ph.D., Miami Dade College

This is a small collection of poems, original and from several sources, that is hoped to inspire interest in writing and reading poetry. The poetry presents a kaleidoscope of ideas concerning lands, spirituality, children and youths, oppression and violence, school life and struggles, as well as painting a picture of hope.

World Poetry

Dawn of a New Discovery. 384 pages. Paperback. Over 20 poets represented, past and present.

Some Keywords in "She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways"

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"None" and "very few" mean two entirely different things, and unless we grasp the exact nature of the difference between them in this context, we shall not be within a hundred miles of properly understanding the poem. Wordsworth is telling us that although there were indeed a "very few" people who loved Lucy, those few ever think of praising her. He is quite definite about this - "a maid whom there were none to praise." the love of these people for Lucy, then, seems not to have involved feeling that she had any special distinction.

Reasons for this are given in the second stanza. Her beauty was of a singular inconspicuous type, like the beauty of a solitary violet barely visible beside "a mossy stone"; or like the beauty of one single star, which would never be noticed in the sky full of other glinting points of light.

Now, the question arises whether the poet himself is or is not to be included among the "very few" who loved Lucy without thinking her worthy of praise. The obvious interpretation would be that he is the solitary exception that he, of course, valued Lucy at her true worth all along. The last stanza, especially the last line might seem to suggest this.

Wordsworth, according to this interpretation, is singling himself out. The "few" who knew the time of Lucy's death are doubtless the "very few" who loved her, or at any rate include those persons. And the poet might appear to be telling us that he alone was genuinely affected by the event. In that case it must be assumed that her death makes such a "difference" to him precisely because his regard for her has always been of a unique kind. The second stanza would thus be taken as expressing the "praise" which he was the sole person to bestow upon her.

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Interpretations in "She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways"

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One of the interpretations in this work, however, is not only possible, but even more probable. I had said Wordsworth is quite definite about there having been none to praise Lucy. If he says "none" he must be allowed to mean it. If we give full weight to this "none", we are forced to conclude that the poet himself is to be counted among the people who loved Lucy without her.

It is now that the words "she lived unknown" begin to sound with a new reverberation. emphasis comes to be placed on "lived", and the words can be interpreted as meaning not only that she lived without any kind of renown, but that while she was alive she was not really known by anybody6, including the poet, for what she truly was. It is only now that she is dead, now that what was taken for granted has vanished from the familiar scene that he realizes the value of what he has lost.

Some readers may object that a poem, which can be given two such interpretations, cannot be said to have used language with precision. To an objection of that kind, the best reply is that precision does not necessarily involve meaning one thing and one thing only. The poet is concerned here with a human experience, a human experience of more complexity than appears at the first sight.

To make us feel the full force of the experience, he packs as much meaning as he can into an extremely small pace. That this compression leaves us guessing about the poet's valuation of Lucy while she was alive is not to be accounted a weakness, since a degree of uncertainty on this score is itself part of the experience that the poem sets out to communicate. The ambiguity of the poem, therefore, paradoxically does make for precision, as it is a means of putting the experience before the reader as fully and disturbingly as possible.

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Are Poets Born Or Made?

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Poetry is one of the most beautiful literary artwork that man has ever made. Aside from its rhyme and rhythm, it has also figurative languages and idiomatic expressions. It also portrays sensory images which the writer tries to reveal through his wonderful and colorful words. Because of these characteristics, poetry does not only entertain but also provokes critical and creative thinking among readers.

To better appreciate poetry one must know what poetry is. Poetry is defined in various authors. One of the most notable definitions of poetry is the definition of Aristotle which says that poetry is an imitation of arts. To explain it further, Aristotle explained that there are three different ways of imitation which are the medium, object and the manner of imitation. There are various medium of imitation such as voice, color, rhythmic movement and so on. Another way of imitating is through a specific object. In Aristotle's point of view, the object of imitation is the man in action and this is either from the lower type or the higher type. In this context Aristotle is referring to the characters in tragedy and comedy whereby in tragedy man is portrayed to be good while in comedy man is portrayed to be bad. The last is the manner of imitation. For Aristotle this is by narrating whereby the narrator takes the second person in which he acts on the shoes of others. Other than that, he can also take the first person in which he doesn't change himself. Lastly, narrator can also present his actors living the audience. Another known poet is William Wordsworth who "Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science." This only means that poetry manifests knowledge and that poetry reading is worthwhile.

On the other hand, poets are very much admired because of their powerful minds that they can perceive things in a various ways. For instance, they perceive the tree like human beings that prays to its creator with its leaves upward as its arms. In this example, it is very much evident that poets go beyond what an ordinary mind can reach. That is why they are sometimes referred to as the minds of the gods.

Another thing that makes them admirable is their choice of words and that made poetry different from prose. In poetry, the poet must choose the appropriate words in order for him to portray the sensory images that he wants his readers to hear, see, touch, feel and taste. Aside from that, poets should be intelligent enough in the use of figurative languages to convey his intellectual ideas. He can also make use of allusions to convey historical images.

As a matter of fact, there is an argument whether a writer or a poet is born or made. For many people they would argue that writers are born because of their unique ability to weave their words. Unlike other people, they can touch ones life and provoke ones thinking through their powerful words.

On the other viewpoint, some would claim that writers are made. For the reason that in their early childhood, they are not that good in writing and they are not even interested in writing. But as they grow up, they are motivated to write due to some reasons. At first, they are not that effective but as the years passed, they are gradually becoming at ease in writing and more effective as the others do.

From all these views, it can then be concluded that whether or not the writers are born, it is the role of education to bring out that unique potentials within and among our people.

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Anhthao Bui's Flowering Talent

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Ms. Anhthao Bui's poetry collection, "Yellow Flower," begins with a quotation from Emily Dickinson: "If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry." This sense of other-worldliness describes this reviewer's reaction upon reading Bui's collection. In 88 pages divided between ten concise chapters, Bui reveals numerous and seemingly-contradictory aspects of herself and her life. Her poetry is deeply personal, but the themes she deals with are universal.

The back cover of the book details the events of her life. She came to the United States from Saigon, Vietnam in 1996. Poems such as "Four Times" describe struggles that any immigrant can relate to.

The beauty of Bui's poetry resides in this dichotomy between the personal and the universal. Each chapter deals with some aspect of her life, from the heartache of love gone bad to the triumph of learning and new beginnings. Her love of the United States is expressed in poems such as "America." To view our country through the eyes of a gifted immigrant such as Bui is a moving experience. Many of the experiences she describes in Yellow Flower have been experienced by millions, but we as readers can relate to her poetry on an individual basis.

Is Bui the "Yellow Flower" of her book's title? This is an apt metaphor. These poems reveal a woman who is beautiful and sensitive, but simultaneously resilient and dignified. Like the flower on the cover of her book, Anhthao Bui is a survivor. Yellow Flower is a deftly-conceived poetic portrait of a woman's life.

Ms. Bui's poetry is, like the poet, sublimely beautiful. Her book is available online from http://www.AuthorHouse.com and http://www.Amazon.com.