Our share of night to bear… Emily Dickinson Our share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Here a star, and there a star Some lose their way. Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards—day! Commentary: The second stanza is most curious – …
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About Ashok
I am a graduate student in political science at the University of Dallas who thinks the media is dumb for the most part, yet am immersed myself. I am looking to break my addiction, and this blog is part of the solution: Why not try to see what the past can tell us about the present, as opposed to seeing what the present has to say about the present only?
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- Analysis of The Gettysburg Address: Is Democracy Feasible?
- Analysis of Lincoln's "Second Inaugural:" Where do American virtues lie?
- Commentary on the Book of Jonah
- On "Batman Begins"
- From Love to God: On Hopkins' "As Kingfishers Catch Fire"
- On Emily Dickinson's "These are the days when birds come back..."
- The Coming Age: Macbeth and the Birth of the Modern World
- On Polemarchus: Commentary on the Republic of Plato, 331d-336a
- A Reading of Plato's "Crito"
- Towards a Nietzschean Understanding of Politics: Notes on "The Case of Wagner"
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Daisies, Blood and Death: On Emily Dickinson’s "So has a Daisy vanished…"
So has a Daisy vanished… Emily Dickinson So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today – So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away – Oozed so in crimson bubbles Day’s departing tide – Blooming — tripping — flowing Are ye then with God? Commentary: The daisy vanishes by moving into the ground; the …