語言學輔導四套課件appreciating english poetry

1、Appreciating English PoetryAppreciating English PoetryI. What is poetry?II. How to read a poem?III. Poems for illustration.What is poetry?DefinitionsThe two uses of language: Practical, literaryThe distinction between poetry and other forms of literaturePoetry is the most condensed and concentrated

2、form of literature.Poetry is a kind of multidimensional language.Means to achieve its dimensions.4) Two false approaches towards poetry II. How to read a poem?Some preliminary suggestionsSome basic facts about poem the speaker, the spoken to, the setting (in time and place), the occasion, the centra

3、l purpose, the means to achieve its purpose, the cantral idea or theme, structure, diction, imagery, figures of speech, meter.Questions that help one understand a poem.III. Poems for illustrationWINTER When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the h

4、all, And mild comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipped and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, “Tu-whit, tu-who”A merry note.While greasy Joan doth keel the pot skimWhen all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parsons saw,And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Mar

5、ians nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, crab applesThen nightly sings the staring owl,“Tu-whit, tu-who.”A merry note,While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.William Shakespeare (1564-1616)THE MAN HE KILLEDHad he and metby some old ancient inn.We should have sat us down to wetRi

6、ght many a nipperkin half-pint cupBut ranged as infantry.And starin face to face I shot at him as he at me.And killed in his place.I shot him dead because Because he was my foe, Just so: my foe of course he was;Thats clear enough: althoughHe thought hed list perhaps,Off-hand-like-just as I Was out o

7、f work-had sold his traps No other reason why.Yes: quaint and curious war isYou shoot a fellow down Youd treat, if met where any bar is,Or help to half-a-crown.Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)3. IS MY TEAM PLOUGHING“Is my team ploughing, That I was used to driveAnd hear the harness jingle When I was man ali

8、ve?”Aye, the horses trample The harness jingles nowNo change though you lie under The land you used to plough“Is football playing Along the river shoreWith lads to chase the leather Now I stand up no more?”Aye, the ball is flying, The lads play heart and soul;The goal stands up, the keeper Stands up

9、 to the keep the goal.“Is my girl happy, That I thought hard to leave,And has she tired of weeping As she lies down at even?”Aye, she lies down lightly, She lies not down to weep;Your girl is well contened. Be still, my lad, and sleep“Is my friend hearty, Now I am thin and pine;And has he found to s

10、leep in A better bed than mine?”Yes, lad, I lie easy, I lie as lads would choose:I cheer a dead mans sweetheart,Never ask me whose.A.E.Housman (1859-1936)長干曲 （崔 顥）君家何處在，妾住在橫塘。停舟暫借問，或恐是同鄉(xiāng)。家臨九江水，來去九江側。同是長干人，生小不相識。“Pray from whence are you?My homes in Hengtang.I stopped my boat to ask:You might be from

11、 thence too.”“I live now in Jiujiang,Where I oft pass in boat.Both natives of Changgan,We never met when young.”菩 薩 蠻 （張 先） 牡丹含露真珠顆，美人折向簾前過。含笑問檀郎：“花強妾強？” 檀郎故相惱，剛道： “花枝好” “花若勝如奴，花還解語無？” There the peony, pearled with dew. Here the lady, her steps turned towards the one behind the blinds. Smiling, she

12、asks: “Which is prettier, the peony or me?” Teasing, he begins: “Why, the peony” “Be it so, let her talk to you.” (Translated by Wong Xianliang) 6. From Spoon River AnthologyEdgar Lee MastersThe HillWhere are Elmer,Herman. Bert, Tom and Charley The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the bpp

13、zer, the fighter? All, all, are sleeping on the hill. One passed in a fever.One was burned in a mine.One was killed in a brawl.One died in a jail.One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wifeAll, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie and Edith.The

14、tender heart the simple soul, the loud, the proud. the happy one?All, all, are sleeping on the hill.One died in shameful child-birth.One of a thwarted love.One, at the hands of a brute in a brothel.One of a broken pride, in the search for hearts desire.One after life in far-away London and ParisWas

15、brought to her little space by Ella and Kate and MagAll, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.Where is old Fiddler Jones?Who played with life all his ninety years.Braving the sleet with bared breast.Drinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin.Nor gold, nor love nor heaven?Loy he

16、babbles of the fish-frys of long ago.Of the horse-races of long ago at Clarys grove.Of what Abe Lincoln said.One time at Soringfieid.Cassius HuefferThey have chiseled on my stone the words:“His life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him.That nature might stand up and say to all the world, Thi

17、s was a man.”Those who knew me smileAs they read this empty rhetoric.My epitaph should have been:“Life was not gentle to him.And the elements so mixed on him.That he made warfare in life.In the which he was slain.”While I lived I could not cope with slanderous tongues,now that I dead I must submit t

18、o an epitaph.Graven by a fool! Amanda BarkerHenry got me with child.Knowing that I could not bring forth lifeWithout losing my own.In my youth therefore I entered the portals of dust.Traveler, it is believed in the village where I lived.That Henry loved me with a husbands love.But I proclaimed from

19、the dustThat he slew me to gratify his hatred. Frank drummerOut of a cell into this darkened spaceThe end at twenty-five.The tongue could not speak what stirred within me.And the village thought me a fool.Yet at the start there was a clear vision.A high and urgent purpose in my soulWhich frove me on

20、 trying to memorizeThe Encyclopedia Britannica. Elsa WertmanI was a peasant girl from germany.Blueeyed rosy, happy and strong.And the first place I worked was at Thomas Greenes.On a summers day when she was awayHe stole into the kitchen and took meRight in his arms and kissed me on my throat.I turni

21、ng my head. Then neither of usSeemed to know what happened.And I cried for what would e of me.And cried and cried as my secret began to show.One day Mrs. Greene said she understood.And would make no trouble for me.And being childless, would adopt it.(He had given her a farm to be still.)So she hid in the hous