Clerk’, a man expresses his feelings about his life and work. | |Write about both poems and their effect on you. Show how they are similar and how they are different. | |You may write about each poem separately and then compare them, or make comparisons where appropriate in your answer as a whole. |You may wish to include some or all of these points: | |• the content of the poems – what they are about; | |• the ideas the poets may have wanted us to think about; | |• the mood or atmosphere of the poems; | |• how they are written – words and phrases you find interesting, the way they are organised, and so on; | |• your responses to the poems. 20] | | | | |The railway modeller |The Railway Clerk | | | | |He’s spent all week creating the best part |It isn’t my fault. | |of a village; sculpting the paper strata |I do what I’m told | |of its hills, painting them green, growing |But still I am blamed. |small metal trees with a teased-out fluff |This year, my leave application | |of foliage. Then he built half-timbered |Was twice refused. | |card houses, secured them where they belonged |Every day there is so much work | |and stood back to be sure it was right. |And I don’t get overtime. | | |My wife is always asking for more money. | |Now he must add the people: so minute, |Money, money, where to get money? | |they take more work than anything.
He uses |My job is such, no one is giving bribe, | |a make-up brush tapered to a hair |While other clerks are in fortunate position, | |for touching their white plastic into life |and no promotion even because I am not graduate. | |with flesh-tones, bright splashes, uniform | | |blue and grey…. It takes hours to make |I wish I was bird. |an individual, if it’s done with love, | | | |I am never neglecting my responsibility, | |but he doesn’t mind the time spent |I am discharging it properly, | |in his shed, a sufficient universe, |I am doing my duty, | |and nothing brings a branch line alive |But who is appreciating/ | |like people. Working down on the track, |
The Essay on Million Dollars Money College Make
My claim is that it is unethical for professional athletes to receive the enormous amount of compensation that they do By Unethical I mean that it is an injustice to the citizens of our hard working country that are out to make a dollar and do it by holding a well respected job. By compensation I mean the ridiculous amounts of money that an athlete makes for playing a particular sport. My value ...
Nobody, I am telling you. |picks raised, or waiting on a paper bench | | |for a train they can’t board, they turn |My desk is too small, | |the scene to a frozen photograph. |the fan is not repaired for two months, | | |three months. | |It’s a shame he can’t, with all his love, |I am living far off in Borivali, | |move the frame on…. The background radio |My children are neglecting studies, | |intrudes news headlines into his thought: |How long this can go on? |today in Parliament the talking fellows | | |were voting on whether to punish men |Nissam Ezekial | |with death. His brush carefully strokes in | | |blond hair; perfects another passenger. | | | | | |Sheenagh Pugh | | SECTION B | | | |Spend about 1 hour on this section.
Think carefully about the poems before you write your answer. | |In the first of the following poems, ‘Looking into the Filed’, the narrator describes a moment in the life of a farmer. In the second, ‘Hatching’, the narrator| |describes a moment of birth. | |Write about both poems and their effect on you. Show how they are similar and how they are different. | |You may write about each poem separately and then compare them, or make comparisons where appropriate in your answer as a whole. |You may wish to include some or all of these points: | |• the content of the poems – what they are about; | |• the ideas the poets may have wanted us to think about; | |• the mood or atmosphere of the poems; | |• how they are written – words and phrases you find interesting, the way they are organised, and so on; | |• your responses to the poems. 20] | | | | | | | | | | |Looking into the Field |Hatching | | | | |From the five corners of the field |His night has come to an end and now he must break | |they lift their heads and move towards him. |The little sky which shielded him. He taps | |This is the man who brings food. |Once and nothing happens.
The Essay on Marcus Ang Is A Member From The Field Sales Section
Marcus Ang is a member from the field sales section. His sales performance in the recent months has been below target in contrast to his outstanding sales in the past years. Marcus blames it on the poor economic situation, however the other sales staff seem to able meet their target. How should Madam May May attribute Marcus’s performance? First of all, Madam May May has to know about what ...
He tries again | |His collie presses against the window |And makes a mark like lightning. He must thunder, | |of the Land Rover and leaves a nose-round watermark. |Storm and shake and break a universe | |He walks to the four stiff legs of a dead sheep |Too small and safe. His daring beak does this. | |and bends to grasp fistfuls of tight wool. | | |Lifting from his knees he pulls and rolls |And now he is out in a world of smells and spaces. | |the ewe upright, setting the legs kicking again. |He shivers.
Any air is wind to him. | |Tubful of life, she bleats and waddles to new grass. |He huddles under wings but does not know | |The field has been put to rights and as he walks back |He is already shaping feathers for | |his flock return to their grass and the first autumn leaves. |A lunge into the sky. His solo flight | |Four disappointed crows flap into the sky she’d |Will bring the sun upon his back. He’ll bear it, | |stared up through like a cloudy blue tunnel. Carry it, learn the real winds, by instinct | | |Return for food and, larger than his mother, | |Tony Curtis |Avid for air, harry her with his hunger. | | | | | |Elizabeth Jennings | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |SECTION B | |Spend about 1 hour on this section. Think carefully about the poems before you write your answer. | |In the first of the following poems, ‘The Moth’s Plea’, the moth expresses its feelings about its life and identity. In the second, ‘Weasels’, the | |narrator describes and expresses his feelings about weasels. | |Write about both poems and their effect on you. Show how they are similar and how they are different. | |
You may write about each poem separately and then compare them, or make comparisons where appropriate in your answer as a whole. |You may wish to include some or all of these points: | |• the content of the poems – what they are about; | |• the ideas the poets may have wanted us to think about; | |• the mood or atmosphere of the poems; | |• how they are written – words and phrases you find interesting, the way they are organised, and so on; | |• your responses to the poems. 20] | | |Weasels | |The Moth’s Plea | | | |They are only scrap for a furrier | |I am a disappointment |Or trimming for a lady’s wrap. | |And much worse. |But before they end on a heap | |You hear a flutter, you expect a brilliance of wings, |They are awful in the fields and streams. | |Colours dancing, a bright |Red-brown and nine inches long. |Flutter, but then you see |They eat mice and moles and frogs; | |A brown, bedraggled creature |Rooks, crows and owls are nothing to them. | |
The Essay on Whitman Poems Interperted
Walt Whitmans poem A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim, sets the picture of a solider camp near a battlefield. (This was probably around the time when he served as a volunteer nurse and comforter in the army.) In line two Whitman wakes up early due to little sleep, perhaps from going to battle. As he goes outside near the hospital tent, he sees three people on stretchers brought outside ...
With a shamefaced, unclean look |Weasels will get through a bush or hedge | |Darting upon your curtains and clothes, |For thrush and blackbird eggs | |Fighting against the light. |And swim a mile when they sniff dead fish. | |I hate myself. It’s no wonder you hate me. | | |My granddad saw one | |I meddle among your things, |Wipe out a granary of rats | |I make a meal out of almost any cloth, |And then look around to see | |I hide in cupboards and scare |If he had missed any | |Any who catch me unaware. |Before he enjoyed his huge supper. | |I am your enemy – the moth. Once, in America, a hawk was found | | |With a weasel’s skull locked to its throat. | |You try to keep me away |Even when chased by a fox | |But I’m wily and when I do |They may stop to kill a chicken. |
|Manage to hide, you chase me, beat me, put |Weasels like rabbits, too | |Horrible-smelling balls to poison me. |And go deep into the dark burrows. |Have you ever thought what it’s like to be |In Carmarthen they have hunted in packs | |A parasite, |Scampering behind the poor scared hares | |Someone who gives you a fright, |Lolloping in the moonlight. | |Who envies the rainbow colours of the bright |They will also attack a man | |Butterflies who hover round flowers all day? |If trapped – single and alone | |Oh please believe that I do understand how it feels |They jump for the neck. | |To be awake in and be afraid of the night. | | |Weasels will live anywhere smelly | |Elizabeth Jennings |Inside a maggoty sheep carcase | | |Or a rotted tree-stump, | | |A crumbled wall crevice or a fish hole | | |In the riverbank. Their innocent babies | | |Nest tight at the back of the holes. | | | | | |John Tripp |
