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Category: English B Poetry Analysis
Poems for CSEC exams summarized and analyzed
Sample Essay- Themes in Poetry (English B) – Patriarchy and Men in Power (A Stone’s Throw” and Goodison’s “The Woman Speaks to the Man who has Employed her Son”)
Julie Tagg| Think and Write for CSEC English A and B Write an essay discussing the poems “A Stone’s Throw” and “The Woman Speaks to the Man Who has Employed her Son”. The essay should briefly describe what is happening in each poem, the speaker’s attitude towards the woman in each poem, and examine one… Read More Sample Essay- Themes in Poetry (English B) – Patriarchy and Men in Power (A Stone’s Throw” and Goodison’s “The Woman Speaks to the Man who has Employed her Son”)
Sample Essay -Themes in Poetry (English B) – Death or Tragic Loss (Owen’s “Dulce et Decorum Est” and Goodison’s “The Woman Speaks to the Man who has Employed her Son”)
Julie Tagg| Think and Write for CSEC English A and B Death Owen’s poem “Dulce Et Decorum Est” and Goodison’s poem “The Woman Speaks to the Man Who Has Employed Her Son,” explores the theme of death or tragic loss of young lives. With close reference to the poems, discuss how each speaker responds to… Read More Sample Essay -Themes in Poetry (English B) – Death or Tragic Loss (Owen’s “Dulce et Decorum Est” and Goodison’s “The Woman Speaks to the Man who has Employed her Son”)
Sample Essay -Themes in Poetry (English B) – Painful experiences (Platt’s “Mirror” and Morris’ “Little Boy Crying”)
Julie Tagg| Think and Write for CSEC English A and B Note: The response can be used for any of these TWO questions. The poems “Mirror” and “Little Boy Crying” both present the theme of pain that humans experience. Write an essay that compares the pain that speakers experience in EACH poem. In addition, comment… Read More Sample Essay -Themes in Poetry (English B) – Painful experiences (Platt’s “Mirror” and Morris’ “Little Boy Crying”)
Sample Essay – Themes in Poetry (English B) – Man’s Cruelty in ” A Lesson for this Sunday” and Birdshooting Season”
Julie Tagg| Think and Write for CSEC English A and B The speakers in “A Lesson for this Sunday” and “Birdshooting Season” present acts of cruelty. The speakers in each poem witness these acts. With close reference to the poems, write an essay that discusses the experience of the speaker in EACH of these poems.… Read More Sample Essay – Themes in Poetry (English B) – Man’s Cruelty in ” A Lesson for this Sunday” and Birdshooting Season”
Sample Essay – Themes in Poetry: Hopes and Desires in “It is the Constant Image of Your Face” and “Dreaming Black Boy”
Julie Tagg| Think and Write for CSEC English A and B The poems ‘It is the Constant Image of Your Face’ and ‘Dreaming Black Boy’ both address the themes of confessions of hopes and desires.” Write an essay in which you discuss the theme of hopes and desires that are portrayed in EACH poem. Finally,… Read More Sample Essay – Themes in Poetry: Hopes and Desires in “It is the Constant Image of Your Face” and “Dreaming Black Boy”
Sample Essay – Analysis of Mervyn Morris “Little Boy Crying”
Julie Tagg| Think and Write for CSEC English Note that this response/essay will help with any theme question that relates to childhood experiences, parental role and parental love, family relationships, and love. It will also help with answering questions on literary devices (allusion, emotive words and narrator voice) Mervyn Morris’s poem “Little Boy Crying” delves… Read More Sample Essay – Analysis of Mervyn Morris “Little Boy Crying”
Sample Essay – The theme of Nature in CSEC Poetry – Comparative Essay
Julie Tagg| Think and Write for CSEC English A and B These are possible CSEC questions and answers for poetry. These questions are similar and the response applies to both. (Rubadiri’s An African Thunderstorm” and Wordsworth “Sonnet Composed upon Westminster Bridge” Question A In “An African Thunderstorm” and “Sonnet Composed upon Westminster Bridge”, the speaker… Read More Sample Essay – The theme of Nature in CSEC Poetry – Comparative Essay
ENGLISH B SAMPLE QUESTION AND RESPONSE for Poetry – Love
THEME: LOVE As the exams are approaching, it is crucial to start preparing early. One of the best ways to prepare is to practice with sample questions. Practicing with sample questions will help you to identify areas where you need to focus more and reinforce what you have already learned. Additionally, you should gather all… Read More ENGLISH B SAMPLE QUESTION AND RESPONSE for Poetry – Love
A Stone’s Throw by Elma Mitchell
Study Guide for CSEC POETRY
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A Lesson for this Sunday by Derek Walcott
The growing idleness of summer grass With its frail kites of furious butterflies Requests the lemonade of simple praise In scansion gentler than my hammock swings And rituals no more upsetting than a Black maid shaking linen as she sings The plain notes of some Protestant hosanna— Since I lie idling from the thought in… Read More A Lesson for this Sunday by Derek Walcott
Sonnet Composed Upon Westminister
Bridge, September 3, 1802 – William Wordsworth Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open… Read More Sonnet Composed Upon Westminister
Landscape Painter, Jamaica (for Albert Huie) by Vivian Virtue
I watch him set up easel, Both straddling precariously A corner of the twisted, climbing Mountain track A tireless humming-bird, his brush Dips, darts, hovers now here, now there, Where puddles of pigment Bloom in the palette’s wild small garden. The mountains pose for him In a family group Dignified, self-conscious, against the wide blue… Read More Landscape Painter, Jamaica (for Albert Huie) by Vivian Virtue
“Death, be not proud” (Holy Sonnet 10) by John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest… Read More “Death, be not proud” (Holy Sonnet 10) by John Donne
Theme for English B by Langston Hughes
The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. I am… Read More Theme for English B by Langston Hughes
Analysis of Mirror by Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful ‚ The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have… Read More Analysis of Mirror by Sylvia Plath
An African Thunderstorm By David Rubadiri
From the west Clouds come hurrying with the wind Turning sharply Here and there Like a plague of locusts Whirling, Tossing up things on its tail Like a madman chasing nothing. Pregnant clouds Ride stately on its back, Gathering to perch on hills Like sinister dark wings; The wind whistles by And trees bend to… Read More An African Thunderstorm By David Rubadiri
Once Upon a Time by Gabriel Okara
Once upon a time, son, they used to laugh with their hearts and laugh with their eyes: but now they only laugh with their teeth, while their ice-block-cold eyes search behind my shadow. There was a time indeed they used to shake hands with their hearts: but that’s gone, son. Now they shake hands without… Read More Once Upon a Time by Gabriel Okara
West Indies, U.S.A. by Stewart Brown
Cruising at thirty thousand feet above the endless green the islands seem like dice tossed on a casino’s baize, some come up lucky, others not. Puerto Rico takes the pot, the Dallas of the West Indies, silver linings on the clouds as we descend are hall-marked, San Juan glitters like a maverick’s gold ring. All… Read More West Indies, U.S.A. by Stewart Brown
South
Kamau Brathwaite But today I recapture the islands’ bright beaches: blue mist from the ocean rolling into the fishermen’s houses. By these shores I was born: sound of the sea came in at my window, life heaved and breathed in me then with the strength of that turbulent soil. Since then I have travelled: moved… Read More South
Test Match Sabina Park
Stewart Brown Proudly wearing the rosette of my skin I strut into Sabina England boycotting excitement bravely something badly amiss. Cricket. Not the game they play at Lords, The crowd- whoever saw a crowd At a cricket match? – are caged vociferous partisans, quick to take offence. England sixty eight for none at lunch. ‘What… Read More Test Match Sabina Park
The Woman Speaks to the Man who has Employed her Son By Lorna Goodison
Her son was first made known to her as a sense of unease, a need to cry for little reasons and a metallic tide rising in her mouth each morning. Such signs made her know That she was not alone in her body. She carried him full term tight up under her heart. She carried… Read More The Woman Speaks to the Man who has Employed her Son By Lorna Goodison
This is the Dark Time, My Love
Martin Carter This is the dark time, my love, All round the land brown beetles crawl about. The shining sun is hidden in the sky Red flowers bend their heads in awful sorrow. This is the dark time, my love, It is the season of oppression, dark metal, and tears. It is the festival of… Read More This is the Dark Time, My Love
Orchids by Hazel Simmons-McDonald
I leave this house box pieces of the five-week life I’ve gathered. I’ll send them on to fill spaces in my future life. One thing is left a spray of orchids someone gave from a bouquet one who makes a ritual of flower-giving sent. The orchids have no fragrance but purple petals draw you to… Read More Orchids by Hazel Simmons-McDonald
Frank O’Connor’s “Man of the House” – Analysis
Dreaming Black Boy
James Berry I wish my teacher’s eyes wouldn’t go past me today. Wish he’d know it’s okay to hug me when I kick a goal. Wish I myself wouldn’t hold back when answer comes. I’m no woodchopper now like all ancestors. I wish I could be educated to the best of tune up, and earn… Read More Dreaming Black Boy
It is the Constant Image of Your Face by Dennis Brutus
It is the constant image of your face framed in my hands as you knelt before my chair the grave attention of your eyes surveying me amid my world of knives that stays with me, perennially accuses and convicts me of heart’s-treachery; and neither you nor I can plead excuses for you, you know, can… Read More It is the Constant Image of Your Face by Dennis Brutus
A Stone’s Throw
Elma Mitchell We shouted out ‘We’ve got her! Here she is! It’s her all right ‘. We caught her. There she was – A decent-looking woman, you’d have said, (They often are) Beautiful, but dead scared, Tousled – we roughed her up A little, nothing much And not the first time By any means She’d… Read More A Stone’s Throw
God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley-Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;… Read More God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley-Hopkins
Little Boy Crying by Mervyn Morris
Your mouth contorting in brief spite and hurt, your laughter metamorphosed into howls, your frame so recently relaxed now tight with three year old frustration, your bright eyes swimming tears, splashing your bare feet, you stand there angling for a moment’s hint of guilt or sorrow for the quick slap struck. The ogre towers above… Read More Little Boy Crying by Mervyn Morris
My Parents by Stephen Spender
My parents kept me from children who were rough Who threw words like stones and wore torn clothes Their thighs showed through rags they ran in the street And climbed cliffs and stripped by the country streams. I feared more than tigers their muscles like iron Their jerking hands and their knees tight on my… Read More My Parents by Stephen Spender
Birdshooting Season by Olive Senior
Birdshooting season the men make marriages with their guns My father’s house turns macho as from far the hunters gather All night long contentless women stir their brews: hot coffee chocolata, cerassie wrap pone and tie-leaf for tomorrow’s sport. Tonight the men drink white rum neat. In darkness shouldering their packs, their guns, they leave… Read More Birdshooting Season by Olive Senior
Dulce et Decorum Est
Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf… Read More Dulce et Decorum Est
Ol’ Higue
by Mark McWatt You think I like all this stupidness gallivanting all night without skin burning myself out like cane –fire To frighten the foolish? And for what? A few drops of baby blood? You think I wouldn’t rather take my blood seasoned in fat black-pudding, like everyone else? And don’t even talk ‘bout the… Read More Ol’ Higue
