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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
HW one-oh-one
THE EXPRESS
After the first powerful, plain manifesto
The black statement of pistons, without more fuss
But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.
Without bowing and with restrained unconcern
She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,
The gasworks, and at last the heavy page
Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.
Beyond the town, there lies the open country
Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,
The luminous self-possession of ships on ocean.
It is now she begins to sing --- at first quite low
Then loud, and at last with a jazzy madness ---
The song of her whistle screaming at curves,
Of deafening tunnels, brakes, innumerable bolts.
And always light, aerial, underneath,
Retreats the elate metre of her wheels.
Streaming through metal landscapes on her lines,
She plunges new eras of white happiness,
Where speed throws up strange shapes, broad curves
And parallels clean like trajectories from guns.
At last, further than Edinburgh or Rome,
Beyond the crest of the world, she reaches night
Where only a low stream-line brightness
Of phosphorus on the tossing hills is white
Ah, like a comet through flame, she moves entranced,
Wrapt in her music no bird song, no, nor bough
Breaking with honey buds, shall ever equal.
questions:
1. what does the title The Express, refer to? what words or phrases in poem help to identify it?
2. what impression of the train you get from the poem? what details give these impression?
3. what is the manifesto of the train? why do you think does the poet call it the manifesto?
4. what is the train compared to in the third line of the poem?what is the reason for the comparison?
5. what is the train compared to in the tenth line of the poem?what is the reason for the comparison?
6. which sound of the train is compared to a song? do you agree with the comparison? explain
7. do you think the train is an ugly intrusion on nature? cite details to support you answer
8. what statement on modern living may be inferred from the poem? do you agree with it>? explain.
*heart
After the first powerful, plain manifesto
The black statement of pistons, without more fuss
But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.
Without bowing and with restrained unconcern
She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,
The gasworks, and at last the heavy page
Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.
Beyond the town, there lies the open country
Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,
The luminous self-possession of ships on ocean.
It is now she begins to sing --- at first quite low
Then loud, and at last with a jazzy madness ---
The song of her whistle screaming at curves,
Of deafening tunnels, brakes, innumerable bolts.
And always light, aerial, underneath,
Retreats the elate metre of her wheels.
Streaming through metal landscapes on her lines,
She plunges new eras of white happiness,
Where speed throws up strange shapes, broad curves
And parallels clean like trajectories from guns.
At last, further than Edinburgh or Rome,
Beyond the crest of the world, she reaches night
Where only a low stream-line brightness
Of phosphorus on the tossing hills is white
Ah, like a comet through flame, she moves entranced,
Wrapt in her music no bird song, no, nor bough
Breaking with honey buds, shall ever equal.
questions:
1. what does the title The Express, refer to? what words or phrases in poem help to identify it?
2. what impression of the train you get from the poem? what details give these impression?
3. what is the manifesto of the train? why do you think does the poet call it the manifesto?
4. what is the train compared to in the third line of the poem?what is the reason for the comparison?
5. what is the train compared to in the tenth line of the poem?what is the reason for the comparison?
6. which sound of the train is compared to a song? do you agree with the comparison? explain
7. do you think the train is an ugly intrusion on nature? cite details to support you answer
8. what statement on modern living may be inferred from the poem? do you agree with it>? explain.
*heart
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