ENG mini essay 250-300 words. need in 8 hours

1- Love in Place

I really don’t remember falling in love all that much  I remember wanting to bake corn bread and boil a ham and I  certainly remember making lemon pie and when I used to smoke I  stopped in the middle of my day to contemplate 

I know I must have fallen in love once because I quit biting  my cuticles and my hair is gray and that must indicate  something and I all of a sudden had a deeper appreciation  for Billie Holiday °  and Billy Strayhorn° so if it wasn’t love I don’t  know what it was 

I see the old photographs and I am smiling and I’m sure quite  happy but what I mostly see is me  through your eyes  and I am still young and slim and very much committed to the  love we still have

Billie Holiday jazz singer (1915–59); 

Billy Strayhorn jazz composer and musician (1915–67).

[1997]

2- Review of the Sex Situation

Woman wants monogamy;  Man delights in novelty.  Love is woman’s moon and sun;  Man has other forms of fun. 

Woman lives but in her lord;  Count to ten, and man is bored.  With this the gist and sum of it,  What earthly good can come of it?

3- Design

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,  On a white heal-all, holding up a moth  Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth—  Assorted characters of death and blight  Mixed ready to begin the morning right,  Like the ingredients of a witches’ broth—  A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,  And dead wings carried like a paper kite. 

What had that flower to do with being white,  The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?  What brought the kindred spider to that height,  Then steered the white moth thither in the night?  What but design of darkness to appall?—  If design govern in a thing so small.

4- A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless patient spider,  I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,  Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,  It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,  Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. 

And you O my soul where you stand,  Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,  Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,  Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,  1Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

5- We Real Cool

The Pool Players.

Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We  Left school. We  Lurk late. We  Strike straight. We  Sing sin. We  Thin gin. We  Jazz June. We  Die soon.

6- I'm Nobody! Who are you?

I’m Nobody! Who are you?  Are you—Nobody—too?  Then there’s a pair of us!  Don’t tell! they’d banish us—you know!  How dreary—to be—Somebody!  How public—like a Frog—  To tell your name—the livelong June—  To an admiring Bog!

Emily Dickinson