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In Std XII,questions may be set only on the following figures of speech. During the course of
explanation, any other relevant figures of speech may be pointed outto enhance appreciation and
understanding of the poems.
Thiseffort issolely with the aim to obtain only one answer to a question and do away with
ambiguity keeping in mind the MCQ paper pattern & the problems that arise during assessment.
During paper setting, we have to be careful, particularly while setting questions on figures of
speech as some lines of the poems have been rearranged in some editions of the text. To be
specific the first part of poem no. 1- My Mother at Sixty-six and the last stanza of the second
poem- An Elementary School Classroom in a Slum.
While teaching these poems, the rearrangement of lines should be brought to the notice of
students.
1.My Mother at Sixty-six
Kamala Das
Driving from my parent’shometo Cochin last Friday
morning, I saw my mother,beside me,
doze, open mouthed, her faceashen like that
of a corpse and realised withpain Simile
that she was as old as shelooked but soon
put that thought away, andlooked out at Young
Trees sprinting, the merry children spilling Personification
out of their homes, but after the airport’s
security check, standing a few yards
away, I looked again at her, wan,pale
as a late winter’s moon and felt that oldSimile
familiar ache, my childhood’s fear,
but all I said was, see you soon, Amma,
all I did was smile and smile and smile......Repetition
Please note-
Line 5- is printed differently in some editions - that she was as old as shelooked but
soon / that she looked as old as she was. However, this makes no difference to the
meaning of the poem.
2. An Elementary School Classroom in a Slum
Stephen Spender
Far far from gusty waves these children’s faces.Repetition
Like rootless weeds, the hair torn round their pallor: Simile
The tall girl with her weighed-down head. The paper-
seeming boy, with rat’s eyes. The stunted, unlucky heir Metaphor
Of twisted bones, reciting a father’s gnarled disease,
His lesson, from his desk. At back of the dim class
One unnoted, sweet and young. His eyes live in a dream,
Of squirrel’s game, in tree room, other than this.
Be careful while framing the question on Antithesis as the words “dead’ and ‘alive’ are in
different lines.
4. A Thing of Beauty
John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy forever Metaphor
Its loveliness increases, it will never
Pass into nothingness; but will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Alliteration
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall Personification
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon Antithesis
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make Alliteration
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms;
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink, Hyperbole
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
5. A Roadside Stand
Robert Frost
The littleold house was out with a little new shed Repetition
In front at the edge of the road where the traffic sped,
A roadside stand that too pathetically pled, Personification
It would not be fair to say for a dole of bread,
But for some of the money, the cash, whose flow supports
The flower of cities from sinking and withering faint.
The polished traffic passed with a mind ahead, Personification
Or if ever aside a moment, then out of sorts
At having the landscape marred with the artless paint
Of signs that with N turned wrong and S turned wrong Repetition
Offered for sale wild berries in wooden quarts,
Or crook-necked golden squash with silver warts,
Or beauty rest in a beautiful mountain scene,
You have the money, but if you want to be mean,
Why keep your money (this crossly) and go along.
The hurt to the scenery wouldn’t be my complaint
So much as the trusting sorrow of what is unsaid: Personification
Here far from the city we make our roadside stand
And ask for some city money to feel in hand
To try if it will not make our being expand,And give us the life of the moving-pictures’
promise
That the party in power is said to be keeping from us.It is in the news that all these pitiful
kin
Are to be bought out and mercifully gathered in
To live in villages, next to the theatre and the store,
Where they won’t have to think for themselves anymore,
While greedy good-doers, beneficent beasts of prey, Alliteration
Swarm over their lives enforcing benefits
That are calculated to soothe them out of their wits
And by teaching them how to sleep they sleep all day, Repetition
Destroy their sleeping at night the ancient way.
Sometimes I feel myself I can hardly bear
The thought of so much childish longing in vain,
The sadness that lurks near the open window there, Personification
That waits all day in almost open prayer
For the squeal of brakes, the sound of a stopping car, Onomatopoeia
Of all the thousand selfish cars that pass, Hyperbole
Just one to inquire what a farmer’s prices are.
And one did stop, but only to plow up grass
In using the yard to back and turn around;
And another to ask the way to where it was bound;
And another to ask could they sell it a gallon of gas Alliteration
They couldn’t (this crossly); they had none, didn’t it see? Rhetorical Q
No, in country money, the country scale of gain, Repetition
The requisite lift of spirit has never been found,
Or so the voice of the country seems to complain, Personification
I can’t help owning the great relief it would be
To put these people at one stroke out of their pain. Euphemism
And then next day as I come back into the sane,
I wonder how I should like you to come to me
And offer to put me gently out of my pain.
6. Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers
Adrienne Rich
When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie Transferred epithet
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will go on prancing, proud and unafraid. Alliteration
Std XI Figures of Speech
A PHOTOGRAPH
Shirley Toulson
I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain, Metaphor, Personification
Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea, Inversion, Hyperbole,
Personification
Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form’d, altogether changed, and yet the same, Personification
I descend to lave the droughts, atomies, dust-layers of the globe, Personification
And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn; Personification
And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin, Antithesis, Personification
***Please note –
1. Lines 3-9 (I am the poem…and beautify it). Each line is a Personification as the rain is
speaking.
If that is so
You know nothing of
What you need
To know
About the different normals Oxymoron
That make up the world…!
Please note-
In Std XI we will be teaching all the figures of speech based on the list prepared
so that students learn to appreciate and gain a deeper understanding of poetry. So
in some lines, even three figures of speech have been identified unlike in Std XII
where we are restricting ourselves to only one figure of speech in a line.