read the poem "lilacs" by amy lowell
lilacs,
false blue,
white,
purple,
color of lilac,
your great puffs of flowers
are everywhere in this my new england
among your heart-shaped leaves
orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
their little weak soft songs;
in the crooks of your branches
the bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs
peer restlessly through the light and shadow
of all springs.
lilacs in dooryards
holding quiet conversations with an early moon;
lilacs watching a deserted house
settling sideways into the grass of an old road;
lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom
above a cellar dug into a hill.
you are everywhere.
you were everywhere.
you tapped the window when the preacher preached his sermon,
and ran along the road beside the boy going to school.
you stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,
you persuaded the housewife that her dish-pan was of silver
and her husband an image of pure gold.
you flaunted the fragrance of your blossoms
through the wide doors of custom houses—
you, and sandal-wood, and tea,
charging the noses of quill-driving clerks
when a ship was in from china.
you called to them: "goose-quill men, goose-quill men,
may is a month for flitting,"
until they writhed on their high stools
and wrote poetry on their letter-sheets behind the propped-up ledgers.
paradoxical new england clerks,
writing inventories in ledgers, reading the "song of solomon" at night,
so many verses before bedtime,
because it was the bible.
the dead fed you
amid the slant stones of graveyards.
pale ghosts who planted you
came in the night time
and let their thin hair blow through your clustered stems.
you are of the green sea,
and of the stone hills which reach a long distance.
you are of elm-shaded streets with little shops where they sell kites and marbles,
you are of great parks where every one walks and nobody is at home.
you cover the blind sides of greenhouses
and lean over the top to say a hurry-word through the glass
to your friends, the grapes, inside.

lilacs,
false blue,
white,
purple,
color of lilac,
you have forgotten your eastern origin,
the veiled women with eyes like panthers,
the swollen, aggressive turbans of jeweled pashas.
now you are a very decent flower,
a reticent flower,
a curiously clear-cut, candid flower,
standing beside clean doorways,
friendly to a house-cat and a pair of spectacles,
making poetry out of a bit of moonlight
and a hundred or two sharp blossoms.
maine knows you,
has for years and years;
new hampshire knows you,
and massachusetts
and vermont.
cape cod starts you along the beaches to rhode island;
connecticut takes you from a river to the sea.
you are brighter than apples,
sweeter than tulips,
you are the great flood of our souls
bursting above the leaf-shapes of our hearts,
you are the smell of all summers,
the love of wives and children,
the recollection of the gardens of little children,
you are state houses and charters
and the familiar treading of the foot to and fro on a road it knows.
may is lilac here in new england,
may is a thrush singing "sun up! " on a tip-top ash-tree,
may is white clouds behind pine-trees
puffed out and marching upon a blue sky.
may is a green as no other,
may is much sun through small leaves,
may is soft earth,
and apple-blossoms,
and windows open to a south wind.
may is a full light wind of lilac
from canada to narragansett bay.

lilacs,
false blue,
white,
purple,
color of lilac,
heart-leaves of lilac all over new england,
roots of lilac under all the soil of new england,
lilac in me because i am new england,
because my roots are in it,
because my leaves are of it,
because my flowers are for it,
because it is my country
and i speak to it of itself
and sing of it with my own voice
since certainly it is mine

do you think the poem would convey the same meaning if it were written as a sonnet? use examples from the poem to support your answer.

no since it is different because of the words. it would convey.

Explanation:

False blue,

White,

Purple,

Color of lilac,

Your great puffs of flowers

Are everywhere in this my New England

Among your heart-shaped leaves

Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing

Their little weak soft songs;

In the crooks of your branches

The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs

Peer restlessly through the light and shadow

Of all Springs.

Lilacs in dooryards

Holding quiet conversations with an early moon;

Lilacs watching a deserted house

Settling sideways into the grass of an old road;

Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom

Above a cellar dug into a hill.

You are everywhere.

You were everywhere.

You tapped the window when the preacher preached his sermon,

And ran along the road beside the boy going to school.

You stood by pasture-bars to give the cows good milking,

You persuaded the housewife that her dish-pan was of silver

And her husband an image of pure gold.

You flaunted the fragrance of your blossoms

Through the wide doors of Custom Houses—

You, and sandal-wood, and tea,

Charging the noses of quill-driving clerks

When a ship was in from China.

You called to them: "Goose-quill men, goose-quill men,

May is a month for flitting,"

Until they writhed on their high stools

And wrote poetry on their letter-sheets behind the propped-up ledgers.

Paradoxical New England clerks,

Writing inventories in ledgers, reading the "Song of Solomon" at night,

So many verses before bedtime,

Because it was the Bible.

The dead fed you

Amid the slant stones of graveyards.

Pale ghosts who planted you

Came in the night time

And let their thin hair blow through your clustered stems.

You are of the green sea,

And of the stone hills which reach a long distance.

You are of elm-shaded streets with little shops where they sell kites and marbles,

You are of great parks where every one walks and nobody is at home.

You cover the blind sides of greenhouses

And lean over the top to say a hurry-word through the glass

To your friends, the grapes, inside.

Lilacs,

False blue,

White,

Purple,

Color of lilac,

You have forgotten your Eastern origin,

The veiled women with eyes like panthers,

The swollen, aggressive turbans of jeweled Pashas.

Now you are a very decent flower,

A reticent flower,

A curiously clear-cut, candid flower,

Standing beside clean doorways,

Friendly to a house-cat and a pair of spectacles,

Making poetry out of a bit of moonlight

And a hundred or two sharp blossoms.

Maine knows you,

Has for years and years;

New Hampshire knows you,

And Massachusetts

And Vermont.

Cape Cod starts you along the beaches to Rhode Island;

Connecticut takes you from a river to the sea.

You are brighter than apples,

Sweeter than tulips,

You are the great flood of our souls

Bursting above the leaf-shapes of our hearts,

You are the smell of all Summers,

The love of wives and children,

The recollection of the gardens of little children,

You are State Houses and Charters

And the familiar treading of the foot to and fro on a road it knows.

May is lilac here in New England,

May is a thrush singing "Sun up!" on a tip-top ash-tree,

May is white clouds behind pine-trees

Puffed out and marching upon a blue sky.

May is a green as no other,

May is much sun through small leaves,

May is soft earth,

And apple-blossoms,

And windows open to a South wind.

May is a full light wind of lilac

From Canada to Narragansett Bay.

Lilacs,

False blue,

White,

Purple,

Color of lilac,

Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,

Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,

Lilac in me because I am New England,

Because my roots are in it,

Because my leaves are of it,

Because my flowers are for it,

Because it is my country

And I speak to it of itself

And sing of it with my own voice

Since certainly it is mine.

that is all my proof.

to change your profile

1. hit your picture thing on the top right corner (that's where mine is).

2. there should be options under it, so hit "edit profile".

3. it'll bring you to a page that gives you these options: "preferences", "send info to email", "password",   "your email", and "profile picture". click "profile picture".

4. hit choose file.

5. click your picture you'd like and hit change!

i hope this and makes sense! good luck!

i'm thinking it would be when compound subjects are joined by or, nor,either-or, neither-nor.