When the pebble Breaks the surface It sends ripples Swimming in every direction. Published Nov. 19, 2020 Updated Nov. 20, 2020 ... crisply pressed, proud of … Click the arrow to hear me read this poem to you. So round, regal, proud and pure, Pearl so smooth and cleanly clad: I judge the gems, and none compare: ... And pools each pebble with delight, As an emerald or sapphire sweetly formed, ... but they seem awkward when translated directly into Modern English. never to tell What was enclosed in … From the comfortless spot where the Pebble lay. And, as it arose and its branches spread, The Pebble looked up, and wondering said, "A modest Acorn! But it was not long ere the soil was broke By the peering head of an infant oak! Rage, rage against the dying of the light. by Amy LV . it is the poem in which there are two characters known as clod and pebble in which pebble describes love as selfish and clod describe love as selfless and also \"love is self scarifying\". I have a 13 year old daughter. I wrote this poem with a very specific intent. Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Do not go gentle into that good night. It is important to me that I throw every part of my experience, whatever wisdom I've gleaned from … By Charlie Pendergast. Students - Today's poem is a narrative poem, and it's based on a true story that happened to someone I've never met. Drop a pebble in the water: in […] The poem has four quatrains, with alternate lines rhyming. When something happens It sends out ripples Which send out more, And then even more. A close reading of Blake’s classic poem by Dr Oliver Tearle ‘The Clod and the Pebble’ is a William Blake poem that first appeared in his 1794 volume Songs of Experience, the companion-piece to his 1789 collection Songs of Innocence.The poem stages a conversation between a clod of clay and a pebble to make a point about the nature of love. Repetition is the most striking formal feature of the poem, and it serves to emphasize inability to escape the all-encompassing effect of the ‘mind-forg'd manacles. "The Period Poem" by Dominique ChristinaTranscript:So let me be very clear. And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be. Selected by Naomi Shihab Nye. A pebble being cast Into a pond. Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on, Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea. The word “family” conjures up a series of images and emotions. Lucky Pebble - Narrative Poems It Stayed! Poem: A Yearning to Wrinkle. Without the first Pebble being thrown, The ripples would not Have been made. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Many times we can look at family with feelings of warmth, love, happiness, and safety.Just as many times, however, family can bring up pain and frustration and flat out trauma.