Please read over all three poems below several times.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson
"Hope" is the thing with feathers --
That perches in the soul --
And sings the tune without the words --
And never stops -- at all --
And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --
And sore must be the storm --
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm --
I've heard it in the chillest land --
And on the strangest Sea --
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb -- of Me.
Mirror by Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. What ever you see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful--- The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and II
took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
After reading through all three poems several times, choose one you feel best able to create a personal response and analysis for.
The personal response should include a discussion of what the poem seems to be about, what you feel the poet’s message is, what ways the poet conveys this message such as style and technique and how the poem makes you feel.
Next, please analyze this chosen poem for the literary feature of motif. A motif is a recurring theme, idea, symbol or other literary feature within a given piece of literature. It is important to know that there is rarely only one right answer and so how you support your own interpretation is of upmost importance. Support would therefore include direct evidence from the poem itself.
Do not worry if you feel you don’t understand any of these poems at all – try your absolute best with one of them to type approximately one full page. 2nd Assignment
English 11/12 Unit: The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien 1. Please read the background information below for the novel and then follow the assignment instructions at the end of the text.
The Things They Carried by Tim O’ Brien
The author Tim O’Brien is not unlike the character called “Tim” that he created for his novel, The Things They Carried, as both author and character carry the stories of similarly experienced lives. O’Brien not only shares the same name as his protagonist but also a similar biographical background. Readers should note and remember that although the actual and fictional O’Briens have some experiences in common, The Things They Carried is a work of fiction and not a non-fiction autobiography. This distinction is key and central to understanding the novel.
The Early Years
Like “O’Brien,” Tim O’Brien, born...