Selfless giving in the spirit of love is the greatest virtue. Do you agree?Discuss it in relation to the poem ‘Song of the Rain’ in 80-100 words

Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows like harmony in music; there is a dark inscrutable workmanship that reconciles discordant elements, makes them cling together. In one society. How strange that all. The terrors, pains, and early miseries, regrets, vexations, lassitudes interfused within my mind, should e’er have borne a part, and that a needful part, in making up. The calm existence that is mine when I am worthy of myself! Praise to the end!According to the poet, one can be worthy of oneself only when one has experienced the terrors and the pains of life and has grown above them to achieve a state of calmness.All the discordant elements in the poet’s life have gone into making him what he is now, and the calmness that he feels in the present is only because of having experienced the terrors in the past; this is what has made him a worthy human being.The mind fuses the past and the present in such a way that the calmness the poet feels at the moment is in a way amnesiac of the past; it is only because of this forgetfulness of the terrors of the past that the poet can be calm in the present. Dust we are and unto dust we will return; in the meanwhile, one must undergo all the pains and travails of life in order to become a worthy human being-- only then can one achieve a praiseworthy end.

Based on this stanza from a poem by Robert Frost, what is the poem's main idea?           My November Guest    My Sorrow, when she's here with me,    Thinks these dark days of autumn rain    Are beautiful as days can be;    She loves the bare, the withered tree;    She walks the sodden pasture lane.The poet sometimes becomes depressed in the fall.The poet is happy in November.The poet has a friend named Sorrow who likes autumn.The poet loves the fall season.

This kind of poem expresses feelings or abstract ideas such as love, friendship, or appreciation for nature.

How does the rain embrace the flowers and trees in the poem ‘Song of the Rain’?

Choose the poem that is free verse.Love and grief and motherhood,Fame and mirth and scorn—These are all that shall befallAny woman born.There are no handles upon a languageWhereby men take hold of itAnd mark it with signs for its remembrance.It is a river, this language.