when the sun hit the main the thunder and rain shook and hit the plain some one came down and swept away the storm with thier wing and brought the spring streams and birds
basicly its saying sumthing when the sun rose up rain and thunder hit (like sumthing bad or evil) and then some guy(Zephyr's) swept away with his wing to make it all nice
2006-10-24 10:46:05
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answered by stolen kisses 2
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It's about a thunderstorm, as soon as the sun sets it starts to thunder. The earth shakes with the power of the thunder. It's grand and majestic. Then the wind ("zephyr") blows and it smells like spring again. The birds start to sing again, the sound of the springs running mingles with the birdsong - it's the sounds of nature resuming after the storm.
2006-10-24 10:47:44
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answered by ScoutZilla 1
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basicaly.... "as soon as the sun left the eastern sky, big thunder appeared! "from teh zephyr's wing = from the wind" "exhales the incense of the blooming spring= the wind carries the smell of spring+ blossom. "the bird renew their notes and through the air their mingled music floats = birds sing after the storm. it sounds good everyone loves the sound." hope i helped :)
PS. the poem is about contrast, have you ever heard birds singing in a storm? earths noise in this case thunder vs creatures noise in this case the birds.
2006-10-24 10:58:18
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answered by thetruth 2
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It's called "An Hymn to the Evening"-
there's more to it:
Through all the heav'ns what beauteous dies are spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev'ry virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
Fill'd with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav'nly, more refin'd;
So shall the labours of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.
Though the excess of night/dark would not be desirable, the night, nevertheless, plays a crucial part in the recognition of God's plan. This shows that night is God-ordained, not some freak act of nature that we should all be scared of because it's dark and makes us vulnerable. Night is not only necessary, it is beautiful, for in sleeping we rejuvenate and are prepared for the coming day, made “more pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.” At the end of the poem, Wheatly drifts into sleep willingly, knowing the peace and rest she will experience, defying all the fearful presumptions about night. Night in itself comforting, for it also hold to hope of a new day.
You need to understand how deeply religious Phyllis Wheatley was, and her background as a slave who was born in Africa and sold and shipped to Boston. Phyllis' popularity as a poet both in the United States and England ultimately brought her freedom from slavery on October 18, 1773. She even appeared before General Washington in March, 1776 for her poetry
2006-10-24 10:50:09
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answered by Anonymous
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Its a poem about the beauty of nature. It talks about the sun set, a summer thunder storm, a breez blowing through a flower feild and stiring up the scents, and the brids singing the first morning song.
2006-10-24 10:43:40
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answered by Anonymous
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Professor Richard P Feynman used to say, "Poets do not write to be understood!"
2006-10-24 10:45:38
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answered by Sam 7
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just like saying seeing something new and the changes that come about are just another way of seeing heavn in the eyes that hold your love
2006-10-24 10:44:50
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answered by Anonymous
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sounds like who ever wrote this poem,are awaking by a zest of new hopes in life
2006-10-24 10:46:49
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answered by sissypoo 2
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u just made me fly with birds
2006-10-24 10:43:46
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answered by Anonymous
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youve got me
2006-10-24 10:43:05
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answered by caseyboyette 2
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