“irony” by amy lowell
an arid daylight shines along the beach
dried to a grey monotony of tone,
and stranded jelly-fish melt soft upon
the sun-baked pebbles, far beyond their reach
sparkles a wet, reviving sea. here bleach
the skeletons of fishes, every bone
polished and stark, like traceries of stone,
the joints and knuckles hardened each to each.
and they are dead while waiting for the sea,
the moon-pursuing sea, to come again.
their hearts are blown away on the hot breeze.
only the shells and stones can wait to be
washed bright. for living things, who suffer pain,
may not endure till time can bring them ease.

1.) the voice in this poem is best described as
a.) descriptive and measured (i think it is a)
b.) unconventional and eccentric
c.) lyric and rustic
d.) blunt and harsh
e.) casual and intimate

2.) what is the main irony of this poem?
a.) the melancholy tone of the speaker
b.) the understatement "may not endure till time can bring them ease" (is it b? )
c.) the contrast between the dead creatures and the "reviving" sea
d.) the imagery of skeletons and decomposition
e.) the juxtaposition of the words arid and daylight

Explain how johnny got hurt. how does this affect his personality

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

Tap out the stresses as you read line 9. which analysis best describes the rhythm and its effect on meaning