| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale: Give death to me. Yet life is more than death;
How could I leave the sound of singing winds,
The strong sweet scent that breathes from off the sea,
Or shut my eyes forever to the spring?
I will not give the grave my hands to hold,
My shining hair to light oblivion.
Have those who wander through the ways of death,
The still wan fields Elysian, any love
To lift their breasts with longing, any lips
To thirst against the quiver of a kiss?
Lo, I shall live to conquer Greece again,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: "As to why I have made no further advances," he pursued blandly, as
though she had not signified that the conversation was at an end,
"I'm waiting for you to grow up a little more. You see, it
wouldn't be much fun for me to kiss you now and I'm quite selfish
about my pleasures. I never fancied kissing children."
He smothered a grin, as from the corner of his eye he saw her bosom
heave with silent wrath.
"And then, too," he continued softly, "I was waiting for the memory
of the estimable Ashley Wilkes to fade."
At the mention of Ashley's name, sudden pain went through her,
sudden hot tears stung her lids. Fade? The memory of Ashley would
Gone With the Wind |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: the miraculous power of strange scenes and new faces to
transform her life and wipe out bitter memories. But
such impulses were mere fleeting whims compared to the
cold resolve which now possessed her. She felt she
could not remain an hour longer under the roof of the
man who had publicly dishonoured her, and face to face
with the people who would presently be gloating over
all the details of her humiliation.
Her passing pity for Mr. Royall had been swallowed up
in loathing: everything in her recoiled from the
disgraceful spectacle of the drunken old man
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