hw_for_eng_uoourys_homework.docx
I have HW for Eng. the due is 9/19 at 11:59pm. I put everything u need it.
1- Which image from any of the poems stands out to you as being exemplary or particularly powerful? For me, it's Wilfred Owen's description of the dying soldier, given the vividness of the language and the way he uses the sound of the words to echo the sounds of the man dying...
2-Which poem did you like best? Why?
Jessie Pope, “The Call” (1915)
The following poem is perhaps the best-known example of Jessie Pope’s jingoistic war poems, exhorting young men to enlist and save England, or be labeled cowards. Her reputation was such that Wilfred Owen originally entitled “Dulce et Decorum Est” as “To Jessie Pope.”
Who’s for the trench—
Are you, my laddie?
Who’ll follow French—
Will you, my laddie?
Who’s fretting to begin,
Who’s going out to win?
And who wants to save his skin— Do you, my laddie?
Who’s for the khaki suit—
Are you, my laddie?
Who longs to charge and shoot— Do you, my laddie?
Who’s keen on getting fit,
Who means to show his grit, And who’d rather wait a bit— Would you, my laddie?
Who’ll earn the Empire’s thanks— Will you, my laddie?
Who’ll swell the victor’s ranks— Will you, my laddie?
When that procession comes, Banners and rolling drums— Who’ll stand and bite his thumbs— Will you, my laddie?
Jessie Pope, “War Girls” (1916)
Like her poem “The Call,” Jessie Pope’s “War Girls” gives voice to jingoistic patriotism. But the language and action of the poem also revel in the opportunities for empowerment that the war has created for women: they are “no longer caged and penned up,” but tackling “jobs with energy and knack.”
There’s the girl who clips your ticket for the train, And the girl who speeds the lift from floor to floor, There’s the girl who does a milk-round in the rain, And the girl who calls for orders at your door. Strong, sensible, and fit,
They’re out to show their grit,
And tackle jobs with energy and knack. No longer caged and penned up,
They’re going to keep their end up
Till the khaki boys come marching back.
There’s the motor girl who drives a heavy van,
There’s the butcher girl who brings your joint of meat, There’s the girl who cries ‘All fares, please!’ like a man, And the girl who whistles taxis up the street.
Beneath each uniform
Beats a heart that’s soft and warm,
Though of canny mother-wit they show no lack;
But a solemn statement this is,
They’ve no time for love and kisses
Till the khaki soldier boys come marching home.
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