Shakespeare portrays Beatrice as independent and outspoken to praise her features as ideal in a woman that would otherwise be shunned during his time. Shakespeare portrays Beatrice as an independent woman to show his critique on society’s views towards a woman. Instead of giving Hero advice to listen to her father, Beatrice advises Hero to protest against her father and say “Father, as it please me” (II.i.55). Beatrice doesn’t like to be controlled by anybody regardless of their gender. Beatrice wants Hero to act more independent like herself in order to show her defiance towards gender roles.
In contrast to this, Dickinson consoles the reader by characterizing death as a tranquil journey in "Because I could not stop for Death." However, despite this difference, Dickinson seduces and catches the reader off guard by speaking of death in an unconventional way. Emily Dickinson masters describing a traumatic human event in the most mundane terms, with the help of literary devices such as imagery and language. With her use of imagery, Emily Dickinson is able to govern how the reader feels and reflects about death. In her poem, "Because I could not stop for Death," the word "could" signifies that death has occurred as a past experience.
She is a lonely woman who yearns to escape the walls around her and be free. As the story begins, the woman in the story is suffering from temporary nervous depression and has just been released from a sanitarium. Because she is ill, her husband John has been given instructions from her doctor on how to help her recuperate. “He is very careful and loving, and hardly let’s [his wife] stir without special direction” (Gilman, 451). This treatment confines her to her room upstairs.
Nora dreams of the day that her husband will sympathize with her and cease to be the dominating figure with the "upper hand" in their relationship. She expects him to understand her struggles with the law and to be willing to take some of the blame himself. However, when he reacts to Krogstad's letter by exhibiting more dominance and control than ever before, Nora becomes more aware of her own individual needs as a woman in society. She understands that in order to be free, she must develop her own view of the world, by setting herself apart from the control and determinism that males have over her life. Therefore, Nora's decision to leave her husband and family is ironic because it proves to be the "miracle" she is waiting for, rather than the one she originally expected.
Although, in the text, one can see that the narrator really wants to make her husband happy, restrain from doing anything that displeases him, and accept the role as an ideal wife, but she is not able to balance her husbands needs with her desire to want to express herself creatively especially by writing. In the text the narrator is forbidden to wright, but still she secretly writes. Close to the ending of the story, the narrator begins to identify herself as the woman in the yellow wallpaper. She felt that the image is a clear representation of her life. “And it is a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern” (Gilman 961).
While Nora finally understands the situation, she is in and what she needs to do but Torvald defines her new attitudes as madness “You’re ill, Nora; you’re feverish; I almost think you’re out of your mind” (840). “However, the characterization has been tied to the fact that she is breaking taboos or challenging conventions” (Langås 160). Torvald is still stuck in his fantasy world of how a wife should talk and act per his standard and the society he stands for. “Nora still has no way of knowing that she is not endangering her children with her presence and in the end, she feels impelled to leave, and her decision is less an act of defiance against her husband and society than an attempt to save the lives of her children” (Brooks
She never titled any of her poems so the first line of each poem is now thought to be a title, she liked to use dashes to break up major thoughts for a dramatic pause, she uses slant rhyme, personification, and alliteration throughout all of her poetry, and lastly, she uses a lot of capitalization for the emphasis of certain words. Throughout her poetry, not only did Dickinson create a society, but also further more found nature. Although she had controversial doubts about death, she was very optimistic about American culture during the Romantic era. First, In Emily Dickinson’s poem “The Soul selects her own Society,” she exemplifies that each person chooses their own friends or lovers and shut himself or herself out from the rest of the world. Their society only includes that person and their selected friends.
Her memoir becomes a loose series of declarations of her beliefs connected only by her wandering train of thought. Although Moments of Being deals largely with her conjectures, she is not trying to convince the reader of these beliefs' validity since she is so absorbed in the act of writing. What begins as an outwardly focused memoir evolves into Virginia Woolf's exploration of her thoughts and feelings. Mrs. Woolf begins her memoir in an easygoing, conversational manner by deliberately reaching out to her audience. She states in her first paragraph that she knows many different ways to write a memoir but for lack of time cannot begin to sift through them all and so she simply begins by relating her first memory.
These comparisons set Dickinson up as someone very small and “childish”—she cannot even stand up to birds and flowers without fear of being exposed to them and found lacking (26). The next poem, “I would not paint—a picture—” continues this idea, but with a slightly more pleasant spin. While somewhat paradoxically rejecting the idea of making art herself (even devoting a stanza to why she should not write poetry), she gives a sense of the exhilaration she finds in being the audience for any kind of art. Ultimately,... ... middle of paper ... ...Dickinson has for the most part conquered her fears. As the second poem gave us the unsettling idea that the author of the poem we were reading was afraid to compose poetry, this poem shows us her coming to terms with that.
I sat up and turned to face my mom as she shut off my laptop. She took a seat on my bed, her back to me, one knee tucked under her. Her face looked tired and old, and sadly it was now something I had become accustom to seeing on her. She was still beautiful but she had lost something. “Have you not been paying any attention to me?” she asked, her voice swimming with irritation.