Themes in My Antonia

â€Å"We sat looking off the nation over, watching the sun go down. The wavy grass about us was ablaze at this point. The bark of the oaks turned red as copper. There was a sparkle of gold on the earthy colored waterway. Out in the stream the sandbars sparkled like glass, and the light trembled in the willow bushes as though little flares were jumping among them. The breeze sank to tranquility. In the gorge a ringdove grieved mournfully, and some place off in the shrubberies an owl hooted. The young ladies sat lazy, inclining toward each other.The long fingers of the sun contacted their brows. † (Page 159) My Antonia is one of my preferred books due to how it is so graphic. I love the visuals that Cather includes like when she says â€Å"the bark of the oaks turned red as copper,† in light of the fact that you think about that rural shading and how that is the thing that the bark looks likes in view of the dusk. Cather utilizes metaphors like, â€Å"Out in the stream t he sandbars sparkled like glass, and the light trembled in the willow shrubberies as though little blazes were jumping among them. You can truly envision sparkling glass, for the most part as a matter of fact, and how the little mirrors cast valuable twinkles of light on water, and the little blazes hopping around the shrubberies illuminating them and going out when they’ve contacted them. Cather additionally utilizes a representation while depicting the wavy grass by saying that it was ablaze, which is an extraordinary portrayal of how the light from the dusk influenced the grass, making it look ablaze.She utilizes another illustration while portraying the light from the sun, and calls it â€Å"fingers† which contacted the girls’ brows on the grounds that the beams were long and were as though they were touching their faces like a hand may do in a caring signal. You can simply observe the last bits of light the sun radiates connecting with handle and impact the last piece of the Earth that it can before it needs to vanish into the night sky.

John Steinbecks The Chrysanthemums and D.H. Lawrences The Odour of Ch

John Steinbeck's 'The Chrysanthemums' and D.H. Lawrence's 'The Odor of Chrysanthemums' Ladies during the 1900s were given little consideration. John Steinbeck and D.H Lawrence anyway have decided to put together their short stories with respect to a solitary lady character and around a sort of bloom, which is the chrysanthemum. In spite of the fact that composed by male scholars, the two stories give an knowledge of the sentiments and activities of a female character in that time period and how chrysanthemums can mean an altogether unique fixation towards the two principle characters. John Steinbeck's 'The Chrysanthemums' is about a tinker who goes up against Elisa Allen while she was dealing with her prized chrysanthemums. Elisa was dazzled of the tinker's opportunity and his lifestyle. The tinker offers his administration, fixing pots and container, to Elisa, however she cannot from the outset. In any case, the tinker doesn't surrender and informs Elisa regarding a client that would be keen on her chrysanthemums. Elisa's demeanor in a split second changed and after her conversation with tinker she discovers some work for the tinker to take a shot at. Elisa's better half, Henry, takes her out later to the city for supper. To her disappointment she finds her dazzling chrysanthemums dumped by the side of the road by the tinker. D.H Lawrence, be that as it may, expounds on Elizabeth Bates and her kids who sit tight for the arrival of Walter, spouse and father, who is late in his homecoming. Elizabeth has a short gathering with her dad. Not standing by any more, Elizabeth and her kids eat. Elizabeth takes care of her kids and afterward goes out to search for her better half. For reasons unknown, the spouse had a mishap and is presently dead. Elizabeth's relative visits her and together they clean the dead Walter, while thinking back the past.... ...not be offered to outsiders. Notwithstanding, in 'Smell of Chrysanthemums,' Elizabeth acknowledges she has never truly known Walter and is embarrassed to deal with him. She encounters dread for she knows that she has no power over her predetermination and that she can't get away from death. The two stories don't have a glad closure, yet rather manage various parts of life. 'The Chrysanthemums' with society and trust, though 'Scent of Chrysanthemums' with destiny and demise. I feel that John Steinbeck offers a superior consummation since it shows us not to confide in outsiders effortlessly and gives us the message that we ought to be content with what we have, not to begrudge others. On the other hand, the completion in 'Scent of chrysanthemums' is likewise evident yet I feel that it is as well unforgiving. Every animal will experience passing however demise ought not be Elizabeth's or anybody's 'definitive ace.'