Read the poem entitled "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost.Nature's first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.
In "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus", Williams mentions "a splash quite unnoticed.” Which words from Auden’s "Musée des Beaux Arts" best illustrate this idea of people’s distraction and indifference?
Consider the poem."The Corn Harvest" by William Carlos WilliamsSummer !the painting is organizedabout a youngreaper enjoying hisnoonday restcompletelyrelaxedfrom his morning laborssprawledin fact sleepingunbuttonedon his backthe womenhave brought him his lunchperhapsa spot of winethey gather gossipingunder a treewhose shadecarelesslyhe does not share therestingcenter oftheir workaday world.
Consider the painting entitled Woman with a Pearl Necklace by Vermeer.

Which statement best defines ekphrastic poetry?
Read the poem entitled "The Poison Tree" by William Blake.I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I watered it in fearsNight and morning with my tears,And I sunned it with smilesAnd with soft deceitful wiles.And it grew both day and night,Till it bore an apple bright,And my foe beheld it shine,And he knew that it was mine, —And into my garden stoleWhen the night had veiled the pole;In the morning, glad, I seeMy foe outstretched beneath the tree.
What can be observed from this painting? Select 3 options.
Consider the painting entitled L’Ambulance de la Gare de Poitiers by Henri Gervex.

Consider the poems."She Walks in Beauty" by George Gordon ByronAn excerpt from "To Helen" by Edgar Allan PoeShe walks in Beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore.On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land!
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