Analyzing Layers of Meaning in Poetry Answers

Read the excerpt from "‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers -” by Emily Dickinson."Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -I've heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.

Read the poem "‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers -” by Emily Dickinson.Line 4"Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -8And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -12I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.

Read the poem "‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers -” by Emily Dickinson."Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -I’ve heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.

Which phrase is the best definition of a symbol?

Read the excerpt from "Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15)” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making

Read the excerpt from "Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15)” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making

Read the excerpt from "The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats.The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned

Read the poem "February 11th 1990” (for Dennis Brutus) by Wanda Coleman.This year the leaves turn red green blackfreedom colors each leafeach stitch of grass. I am amazedat my sweet harvest. The prison door has openedand a nation’s heart is released. I am full having spent my greediness in a ritual of joy.

Read the excerpt from "Not Waving but Drowning” by Stevie Smith.Poor chap, he always loved larkingAnd now he’s deadIt must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,They said.

Read the excerpt from "‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers -” by Emily Dickinson."Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -I’ve heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.