The Long List
Below is a list of 16 questions for you to use in studying for the exam. I will choose 6 from
these 16 to appear on the exam itself.
Poems for Discussion. Several questions below invite you to offer detailed readings of one or
more poems. Here are the texts of several poems that you may use to sharpen your discussion.
The texts will be reproduced on the exam copy as well.
In Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess, Mind in its purest play is l ike some bat
the dancers go round, they go round and
around, the squeal and the blare and the That beats about in caverns all alone,
tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and fiddles Contriving by a kind of senseless wit
Not to conclude against a wall of stone.
tipping their bellies (round as the thick-
sided glasses whose wash they impound) It has no need to falter or explore;
their hips and their bellies off balance Darkly it knows what obstacles are there,
to turn them. Kicking and rolling
about the Fair Grounds, swinging their butts, those And so may weave and flitter, dip and soar
shanks must be sound to bear up under such In perfect courses through the blackest air.
rollicking measures, prance as they dance
And has this simile a like perfection?
in Brueghel's great picture, The Kermess. The mind is like a bat. Precisely. Save
That in the very happiest of intellection
A graceful error may correct the cave.
THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with t oil;
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil And in some perfumes is there more delight
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
And for all this, nature is never spent; That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
There lives the dearest freshn ess deep down things; I grant I never saw a goddess go;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs — My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent As any she belied with false compare. -
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. 1. Pick a character from any short story that we have studied and discuss which two poems
from the first half of the semester the protagonist would relate to or find particularly