Mention a famous writer- whether it’s Edgar Allan Poe, the
undisputed “Father” of the modern detective story, or even Victor Hugo, the
most influential poet of French romanticism, and I guarantee that you will find
me making an appearance in an overwhelming amount of their brilliant works. I
consider myself a vital aspect in literature- I mean, what writer wouldn’t want
to manipulate words in a way that invokes an idea or feeling in addition to its
literal meaning? I essentially take words to a deeper level, for instance, the
word “Home” suggests family, comfort, and security. In another example, “Red”
has an implied meaning that ranges from love, passion, or even danger. These
implied ideas are what make me unique. It gets hard sometimes though, I feel
like I’m not as appreciated as I should be, I mean I’ve been featured in
William Shakespeare’s works several times for crying out loud which is pretty
impressive if you ask me, yet if you ask somebody who I am you’ll be met with a
blank face which is upsetting. I take a lot of pride in one particular
Shakespearian quote; “Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day” in which a
summer’s day suggests or connotes
beauty. It would makes sense that I would receive a bit more credit, making
these implications in order to deliver a more powerful message across to the
reader is a hard and demanding job.
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