Got up at 6 in the morning, tried to be with the test books for the first and last reading of American Litt// Whitman poem 'Out of the cradle in Endlessly Rocking'
Ater reading the cry song of the he bird on the beach shore of Paul Moke , my heart once more groping and grieving over something which I am not aware, the word DEATH made me to live again, to crate something which was submerged into the subconsciousness of the mind,
The Cry of the bird for the return of she bird, the two birds love was spotless, making a home and making love got 4 light green little eggs into the carefully woven nest among the tall green trees, made them the most happy bird couples which never knew the cruel sting of the death.
they were busy in building a home for future, the she bird was sitting on those two little eggs with bright eyes and with a smile in that little throbbing heart, never suspecting any calamity that would separate her from her sweet home. The he bird was there all ways with her sitting beside and taking care of her giving warmth of his presence and giving the sweetest fruits of the season to his beloved. As usual they go out and come in as one of them taking care of the nest in the absence of the other.
He bird waited for his beloved all through the evening and the night, fluttering its fairy feathers, wondering for the absence of her mate.
after a day or two it was anxious to get to know the whereabouts of his beloved, cries aloud, shrieks in the air to hear the voice of his mate, Desperately asks the air that comes from Alabama, wondering his beloved had gone back to their native place leaving him alone, so he begs the air to tell him the whereabouts of his sweetheart.
It is the cry of broken heart at the spectacle of love nature, love whose soothing influence is denied to the mocking bird.
Ater reading the cry song of the he bird on the beach shore of Paul Moke , my heart once more groping and grieving over something which I am not aware, the word DEATH made me to live again, to crate something which was submerged into the subconsciousness of the mind,
The Cry of the bird for the return of she bird, the two birds love was spotless, making a home and making love got 4 light green little eggs into the carefully woven nest among the tall green trees, made them the most happy bird couples which never knew the cruel sting of the death.
they were busy in building a home for future, the she bird was sitting on those two little eggs with bright eyes and with a smile in that little throbbing heart, never suspecting any calamity that would separate her from her sweet home. The he bird was there all ways with her sitting beside and taking care of her giving warmth of his presence and giving the sweetest fruits of the season to his beloved. As usual they go out and come in as one of them taking care of the nest in the absence of the other.
He bird waited for his beloved all through the evening and the night, fluttering its fairy feathers, wondering for the absence of her mate.
after a day or two it was anxious to get to know the whereabouts of his beloved, cries aloud, shrieks in the air to hear the voice of his mate, Desperately asks the air that comes from Alabama, wondering his beloved had gone back to their native place leaving him alone, so he begs the air to tell him the whereabouts of his sweetheart.
It is the cry of broken heart at the spectacle of love nature, love whose soothing influence is denied to the mocking bird.
it is emotional, desperate hope total despair for the perpetual loss, It looks at the surf in rhythmically soothing both itself and its opposite , the sand. The surf sand love image leads to joyful reminiscence of his past erotic joys. the love thoughts, provide the bird with the motive for seeking his love again and he begs the night to reassure him that his love indeed return ter an excited and hopeful address to his absent , he turns
