Now this is not to be confused with the Crux Orthodoxa USB hub or the My Puffy Jesus Lens Cleaner and Mobile Phone Charm, but at least now you can keep the most holy books of the Western canon nestled warmly near your breast where Gods love will shine out not in waves but in on/off signals on a magnetic medium.
The poem, in twelve lines of rhyming couplets of iambic tetrameter verse, depicts a feminine personification of a tree pressing its mouth to the Earth's breast, looking at God, and raising its arms to pray.
Despite its deceptive simplicity in rhyme and meter, "Trees" is notable for its use of personification and anthropomorphic imagery: the tree of the poem, which Kilmer depicts as female, is depicted as pressing its mouth to the Earth's breast, looking at God, and raising its "leafy arms" to pray.
Or is Abraham the mother, Isaac the baby, and God the breast?
More than similar memoir shows like Susan Miller's "My Left Breast" and Julia Sweeney's "God Said 'Ha!,' " this production suggests an in-the-flesh version of an audio essay from "This American Life" or "All Things Considered" on public radio.
"I survived breast cancer and thank God I've been cancer free, but since I've arrived in this country, I've got nothing to complain about; his educational needs were finally met".
"It seemed as if all the gods of the nature-mythologies were holding an indescribable meeting in my breast with the moral gods of the inner life," he wrote to his wife.
The bosoms of the great and good With wonder and delight he view'd, And fix'd his empire there: Him, close compressing to his breast, The sire of gods and men address'd, "My son, my heav'nly fair!
Today, breasts not manufactured by God are built by saline.
I come from a family of four sisters — none of us, thank God, has had breast cancer, but I know a lot of people who have experienced it and it's important for me to try and bring a face to this.
