Page 5 - Book VI Unit 5
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Using Language




               Write a poem


               1  Before you read, discuss how to understand a poem with your partner. Make a list
                   of questions that the readers should consider while reading poems. The following
                   points may help you.

                         •  Subject                         •  Rhythm and sounds
                         •  Images                          •  Feelings and emotions
                         •  Tone                            •  Rhetorical devices




               2  Read the poems below and then complete the table.






                                  WIND ON THE HILL


                               No one can tell me,                  It would blow with the wind
                               Nobody knows,                        For a day and a night.
                               Where the wind comes from,           And then when I found it,
                               Where the wind goes.                 Wherever it blew,

                               It’s flying from somewhere           I should know that the wind
                               As fast as it can,                   Had been going there too.
                               I couldn’t keep up with it,          So then I could tell them
                               Not if I ran.                        Where the wind goes ...

                               But if I stopped holding             But where the wind comes from
                               The string of my kite,               Nobody knows.
                                                                                           A. A. Milne









                                   DREAM
                                                                                             A MATCH
                             Hold fast to dreams,
                             For if dreams die                                     If love were what the rose is,
                             Life is a broken-winged bird                          And I were the leaf,
                             That cannot fly.                                      Our lives would grow together
                                                                                   In sad or singing weather,
                             Hold fast to dreams,                                  Brown fields or flowerful closes,
                             For when dreams go                                    Green pleasure or grey grief;
                              Life is a barren field                               If love were what the rose is,
                              Frozen with snow.                                    And I were like the leaf.
                                         Langston Hughes                                              A. C. Swinburne






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