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"The Red Wheelbarrow" analysis and interpretation



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What is Daniel Candel Bormann's interpretation of the poem?

What is Daniel Candel Bormann's interpretation of the poem? What does he say the meaning of the poem is?

What does Daniel Candel Bormann say about...

What does Daniel Candel Bormann say about loneliness in the "The Red Wheelbarrow"?  Do you agree with this interpretation?

This is what I think William Carlos Williams meant with his poem

What do you think William Carlos Williams meant with his poem, "The Red Wheelbarrow?"

Fwd: BENS

Seth Weidenaar

High School English Teacher

Rehoboth Christian School

505-726-9647

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From: NEBssob . <bkstew17@gmail.com>
Date: Fri, Feb 19, 2016 at 3:15 PM
Subject: BENS
To: seth weidenaar <sweidenaar@rcsnm.org>

It felt so good to finally get out in to the woods and ride my bike. I could see the biggest jump on the trail coming in to site. this is my favorite part of the trail, I've hit this jump hundreds of times. I feel my self lift off. the Earth flies away from me and then i start to chase after it as I come down. I hear a loud snap I hit a stick that was laying in the trail. As I ride on I finally arrive to my car. as I step of i feel as sharp pain in my neck and a warm liquid fallowed. The search team found my body at the bottom of the jump two days latter with my neck cut open by my handle bars     

rainey crawford

There was a old man that lived in high mountains of coyote peak. He lived in his small cabin all alone. His family went out one evening and never came home. He tried and tried to look for them the next 3 years or so. So then he gave up because he got tired of looking for them. He thinks that they might have got eaten by coyotes or something. Then the next 10 years  he never saw another coyote around his cabin. He went out one cold winter to get some wood for the night. As he was walking around he saw a pack of mean growling coyotes. He went the other direction so that he won't go to close to them. He walked maybe about ¼ mile there was no sign of the coyotes. He thought they were long gone. He started to cut the tree down and just as it fell he slipped and the tree fell on his leg. He was trying to call for help thinking there was someone around that would hear him, but no luck. Then he heard the coyotes growling. He heard them coming closer and closer. Soon they were surrounded around him. That was the end of the old man's life.

Seth Weidenaar

High School English Teacher

Rehoboth Christian School

505-726-9647

selena delgado

I

We were walking along the cliff, throwing rocks out onto the water. We had come for a swim, but it got dark faster than we thought it would. She being more adventurous than I, still wanted to race across the gloomy water; claiming that the crescent moon had enough light for us to see as we crossed to the other side. She even stripped down to her swimsuit and started edging herself down to the usual diving place.

"You really gonna let me go out there on my own?"

She paused, looking down the intense drop; had it always been this daunting?

"I could get hurt y'know."

Oh, I knew. The cliff was at least 40 feet high from where she was standing, and we couldn't see the bottom.

She could get hurt... But I wasn't about to let that happen.

           I started taking off my clothes and creeped down the precarious wall of the cliff. As I climbed down, I noticed that I could hear the crickets. I listened closer; I could hear the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees at least 50 yards away from where the edge of the cliff was. The waves crashing onto the rocks usually masked such delicate noises.

Unusual.

I got down to the ledge where she was and stood next to her; waiting for her signal. Noticing that I was shaking, she looked at me and told me not to worry.

"This is going to be fun," she paused to ruffle up my hair, "you need a little danger in your life; what? Are you gonna tell your grandkids wild stories about your stamp collection?."

I managed a lighthearted chuckle; just to make it seem like I wasn't that much of a stick in the mud. Truth be told, I was scared out of my mind; the fact that I was even in the presence of this girl terrified me.

She looked at me and grabbed my hand.

"Three, two, one…"

II

I had grown up in the nice part of town; starch-white fences, manicured lawns, etc. Never did get out much; I didn't like my fellow peers enough to hang out with them during the standard eight to three school day let alone enough to go down to the pier or tag along to go the Soda Shoppe with them.

She had grown up on the opposite end of the country; the "Wild West". A total mystery that I was immediately fascinated with, Came waltzing into class one day  and sat next to me.

"How's it goin', my name's…"

III

"Bridgett!"

I waded in the ominous water; praying that she'd emerge any second.

"Bridgett!!!"

I saw a figure floating toward me.

"Bridgett?" I asked tenderly.

Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.

"Wasn't that fun?"

I finally caught my breath and started laughing. Yes. Yes, it was fun.

"Well, it may have been fun for you, but I have a headache," she exclaimed.

So, I pulled her to shore and laid on the soft sand; staring at her. Without any hesitation, I reached out and combed through her tangled hair. She smiled and closed her eyes. I traced all over her face; her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. I leaned in to give her the kiss I had wanted to give her since the day I met her.

At the very moment my lips met hers, I felt an immense pain in my chest. I didn't have

control of my body and a blinding light from an unknown source grew larger until eventually…

IV

Sunlight broke through the dense fog of the October morning. A group of teenagers ran into the police department out of breath; saying they had seen two bodies on the rocks of the base of the cliff. Further inspection showed that the bodies were in fact the bodies of two young residents; one boy and one girl.

The girl was unrecognizable; lacerations to the face caused by landing headfirst on the jagged rocks. She was pronounced dead on impact.

The boy suffered multiple broken ribs and a collapsed lung. Cause of death; bleeding out in a matter of minutes.

Seth Weidenaar

High School English Teacher

Rehoboth Christian School

505-726-9647