Literature Guider

Don't go far off : The dependency of love Don’t Go Far Off is a beautiful poem written by Ricardo Elice Neftali Reyes Basoalto, also known as Pablo Neruda. Short Summary Don’t Go Far Off,  is all about love, which was originally written in Spanish, Pablo Neruda illustrates his message that love can take over and control life as he expresses his emotions and thoughts of misery and depression, f rom this act of sorrow and anguish, Neruda uses the rest of stanza to compare himself to common objects and scenes. In this case, he is in a empty station where there are no trains and the world around him is “asleep”.  However, the theme and message reaches its peak in the final line, during the aftermath of the Neruda’s separation, when there is no “happily ever after.” There is no resolution to the desperation and misery that is the tone of the poem. Analysis Dont go far off is about the speaker being hopelessly in love 💖with someone.  He spends every minute alone awaiting her return, whi

  Rich Dad Poor Dad -by Robert T. Kiyosaki Rich Dad Poor Dad is one of the best financial self help book to widen our perspective about money and its association with wealth Keypoints  Robert Kiyosaki's two dads, his real father (poor dad) and the father of his best friend (rich dad)- the way they think about wealth and investing You don’t need to earn a high income to be rich. Rich people make money work for  them. Summary In this book, Robert Kiyosaki talks about his two dads; one is his biological father and other is the father of his friend Mike. Robert’s father holds a PhD degree and goes to a 9-5 job. In Robert’s eyes, his own father is an epitome of a poor man; one who spends his entire life dependent on single source of income. Contrary, his friend’s father happens to be a college dropout. However, he is always open to opportunities, has multiple sources of income and makes the money work for him. This personality epitomises the rich person for Robert. However, that doesn’

Ode TO Autumn   -by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring  with him how to load and bless    With fruit the vines that round the  thatch-eves  run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,    And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;       To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease,       For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?    Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,    Thy hair soft-lifted by the  winnowing  wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,    Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy  hook       Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: And sometimes like a  gleaner  thou dost keep    S

Ode to a Grasshopper BY PEDRO PIETRI (I hope) the only reason That I am this pre-autumn Afternoon in the privacy Of my suspicious living room Grant myself permission To believe in god once again Is solely because I saw An unexpected grasshopper Staring at my thoughts On the table that keeps The telephone from having A mind of its very own At first I was startled And then I was startled less At the sight of this insect Put together in green details To pay me an afternoon visit 39 floors above floor level In my High Rise Hobo apartment Miracle on 53rd street Grasshopper hopped all the way 39 floors above floor level To deliberately invade my privacy And I didn't mind at all After grasshopper assured me It didn't speak English or Spanish Or Chinese with an Italian accent So we hit it off right away You mind your own business And I will not ask you Any personal questions aside From how the hell did you get

A Dog Has Died My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I'll join him right there, but now he's gone with his shaggy coat, his bad manners and his cold nose, and I, the materialist, who never believed in any promised heaven in the sky for any human being, I believe in a heaven I'll never enter. Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom where my dog waits for my arrival waving his fan-like tail in friendship. Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth, of having lost a companion who was never servile. His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine withholding its authority, was the friendship of a star, aloof, with no more intimacy than was called for, with no exaggerations: he never climbed all over my clothes filling me full of his hair or his mange, he never rubbed up against my knee like other dogs obsessed with sex. No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the

A Dog Has Died Pablo Neruda Analysis of “The poem…reflects the choices consciously or unconsciously made concerning the subject positions, community affiliations, and meaning making activities of self understanding, represented in written language. Poetic identity (or range of identities)…can be interpreted in the writing…of the poem” (Hanauer, 59). There are many ways of interpreting poetry: some are viable, some are not; some work with specific poems only, others are good for general study. Looking at a poem as a “window to the soul of the poet” is often a dangerous psychologi cal game, where we more often than not, invent the person behind the poem. “Dangerous” here, referring to the danger of untruth , or in the case of poets we know, the danger of misjudgment. However, psychoanalysis through poetry can be done, only carefully and with great room for error. Oftentimes, the poet’s meaning does not come across perfectly in his/her poetry, especially when it comes to more a