Sound and Structure in Poems by Dylan Thomas and W. B. Yeats Answers

Read the excerpt from "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love;

iambic pentameteriambic tetrameteriambic hexameterno regular meter

Which lines from the excerpt are refrains? Check all that apply.

Read the excerpt from "Do not go gentle into that good night."Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

For what reasons do poets use parallelism? Check all that apply.to create vivid imageryto draw attention to certain words and ideasto create rhythmto restate the same idea using different grammatical structuresto create emotional effects

Read the excerpt from "Do not go gentle into that good night."Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.

Read the excerpt from a poem a student wrote.I saw a man who had a dog.She wanted nothing that I had.I saw a woman with a frogShe smiled but seemed a little sad.I wonder if I'll ever know,I wonder if I'll ever see,Where man and woman had to go,If man and woman would be _________.

Read the excerpt from "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love;

Read the excerpt from "Do not go gentle into that good night."Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Read the excerpt from "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death."I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before.