by Rabindranath TagoreWe both live in the same village and that is our one piece of joy.The yellow bird sings in their tree and makes my heart dance with gladness.Her pair of pet lambs come to graze near the shade of our garden.If they stray into our barley field I take them up in my arms.The name of our village is Khanjuna, and Anjana they call our river;My name is known to all the village and her name is Ranjana.Only one field lies between us.Bees that have hived in our grove go to seek honey in theirs.Flowers launched from their landing stairs come floating by the stream where we bathe.Baskets of dried kusm flowers come from their fields to our market.The name of our village is Khanjuna, and Anjana they call our river;My name is known to all the village and her name is Ranjana.The lane that winds to their house is fragrant in the spring with mango flowers.When their linseed is ripe for harvest, the hemp is in bloom in our field.The stars that smile on their cottage send us the same twinkling look.The rain that floods their tank makes glad our Kadam forest.The name of our village is Khanjuna, and Anjana they call our river;My name is known to all the village and her name is Ranjana.A Poem of Changganby Li PoMy hair had hardly covered my forehead.I was picking flowers, playing by my door,When you, my lover, on a bamboo horse,Came trotting in circles and throwing green plums.We lived near together on a lane in Ch'ang-kan,Both of us young and happy-hearted.. . .At fourteen I became your wife,So bashful that I dared not smile,And I lowered my head toward a dark cornerAnd would not turn to your thousand calls;But at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed,Learning that no dust could ever seal our love,That even unto death I would await you by my postAnd would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching.. . .Then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journeyThrough the Gorges of Ch'u-t'ang, of rock and whirling water.And then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear,And I tried to hear the monkeys in your lofty far-off sky.Your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go,Were hidden, every one of them, under green moss,Hidden under moss too deep to sweep away.And the first autumn wind added fallen leaves.And now, in the Eighth-month, yellowing butterfliesHover, two by two, in our west-garden grassesAnd, because of all this, my heart is breakingAnd I fear for my bright cheeks, lest they fade.. . .Oh, at last, when you return through the three Pa districts,Send me a message home ahead!And I will come and meet you and will never mind the distance,All the way to Chang-feng Sha.3Select the correct answer.Which theme do both passages convey? A. Both poems express the affection the speakers feel for the people they love. B. Both poems express the gratitude the speakers feel for uncomplicated things. C. Both poems express the nostalgia the speakers feel when they think about their childhood. D. Both poems express the helplessness the speakers feel when they think about their lives.

Read the poem below and answer the questions that follow.                    “Sympathy”I know what the caged bird feels, alas!When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;When the wind stirs soft through the springing grassAnd the river flows like a stream of grass;When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,And the faint perfume from its petals steals –I know what the caged bird feels!I know why the caged bird beats its wingTill its blood is red on the cruel bars;For he must fly back to his perch and clingWhen he rather would be on the branch a –swing;And a pain still throbs in the old, old scarsAnd they pulse again with a keener sting –I know why he beats his wing!I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,When he beats his bars and would be free;It is not a song of joy or glee,But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,But a plea, that upward to heaven he fings –I know why the caged bird sings!       (Adapted from the poem by Laurence Donbar in ‘American Negro Poetry’ edited by ArnaBomtemps. New York: Hill and Waug 1974)Questionsa)     Explain briefly what the poem is about.                     (3 marks)b)     What does the poet focus on in each of the three stanzas?             (6 marks)c)     How would you describe the persona’s feelings towards the caged bird?     (4 marks)d)     What can we infer about the persona’s own experiences?             (3 marks)e)     Identify a simile in the first stanza and explain why it is used.         (2 marks)f)     Explain the meaning of the following lines:          (i) And the faint perfume from the petals steals                 (1 mark)g)     Supply another suitable title for this poem.                     (1 mark)

Read the first two stanzas of this poem:I saw my soul at rest upon a dayAs a bird sleeping in the nest of night,Among soft leaves that give the starlight wayTo touch its wings but not its eyes with light;So that it knew as one in visions may,And knew not as men waking, of delight.This was the measure of my soul's delight;It had no power of joy to fly by day,Nor part in the large lordship of the light;But in a secret moon-beholden wayHad all its will of dreams and pleasant night,And all the love and life that sleepers may.This excerpt is an example of what type of poem?A.BalladB.HaikuC.SonnetD.Sestina

Read "Sympathy" by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Then, answer the question that follows.I know what the caged bird feels, alas!When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,And the river flows like a stream of glass;When the first bird sings and the first bud opes, [5]And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—I know what the caged bird feels!I know why the caged bird beats his wingTill its blood is red on the cruel bars;For he must fly back to his perch and cling [10]When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;And a pain still throbs in the old, old scarsAnd they pulse again with a keener sting—I know why he beats his wing!I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—When he beats his bars and he would be free;It is not a carol of joy or glee,But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—I know why the caged bird sings!Which sound device does Dunbar utilize in the bolded lines? Alliteration End rhyme Internal rhyme Repetition

The poem which describes about the agricultural region of Tamilnadu is called ______.a.Marutamb.Neytalc.Kurinjid.Mullai

The poem which describes about the agricultural region of Tamilnadu is called ______.a.Neytalb.Marutamc.Mullaid.Kurinji