{"id":41384,"date":"2025-01-19T12:00:57","date_gmt":"2025-01-19T12:00:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/questions\/stylistic-analysis-of-a-poem-in-arnold-udokas-collection-the-gods-are-so-silent-other-poems-at-the-lexical-level\/"},"modified":"2025-01-19T12:00:57","modified_gmt":"2025-01-19T12:00:57","slug":"stylistic-analysis-of-a-poem-in-arnold-udokas-collection-the-gods-are-so-silent-other-poems-at-the-lexical-level","status":"publish","type":"questions","link":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/questions\/stylistic-analysis-of-a-poem-in-arnold-udokas-collection-the-gods-are-so-silent-other-poems-at-the-lexical-level\/","title":{"rendered":"Stylistic analysis of A poem in Arnold Udoka&#8217;s collection; The Gods are so silent &#038; other poems at the lexical level."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>During that mind-soaring moment It opened:Much veiled expressions For every object evolved Into a face and gazed at meTheir characters tell tales of times gone.Those wrinkles Damp facesHeavy eyelids And blood-shot eyes _Memories of those sorrows Of my motherland She is weeping.In this strange experience of higher living engendered by thoughts I sat gazing open-mouthed Uttered nothing as there was nothing to.In that vein Those so many eyes and faces signalled:There are yet Much untrammelled avenues But you will tread on Hearths, forges and foundries.And I answered:This house really Has no roof, but really Really when will harmony really Wear her crown?A voice answered:When the daughters of Hades Are put to sleep The tremor of joy woke me Replaced me in the old house I turned Saw my grandmother amazed And I amazed With much&#8230; to think, think Poem by Arnold Udoka. 5 May, 1978Calabar, NigeriaWe are asked to analyze the above poem at the lexical level of stylistic analysis.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>During that mind-soaring moment It opened:Much veiled expressions For every object evolved Into a face and gazed at meTheir characters tell tales of times gone.Those wrinkles Damp facesHeavy eyelids And blood-shot eyes _Memories of those sorrows Of my motherland She is weeping.In this strange experience of higher living engendered by thoughts I sat gazing open-mouthed [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"disciplines":[33],"paper_types":[],"tagged":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/questions\/41384"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/questions"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/questions"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=41384"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/questions\/41384\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=41384"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"disciplines","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/disciplines?post=41384"},{"taxonomy":"paper_types","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/paper_types?post=41384"},{"taxonomy":"tagged","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.writemyessays.app\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tagged?post=41384"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}