tailieunhanh - Express Yourself writing skill for high school part 16

The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, and his kingdom— A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. War is kind. Swift-blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and gold, These men were born to drill and die. | The unexplained glory flies above them Great is the battle-god and his kingdom A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep babe for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches Raged at his breast gulped and died Do not weep. War is kind. Swift-blazing flag of the regiment Eagle with crest of red and gold These men were born to drill and die. Point for them the virtue of slaughter Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son Do not weep. War is kind. 1. To whom is the author speaking List the three specific groups he addresses. 2. Does he really mean that war is good Explain how he contradicts himself. 3. Would you say that Stephen Crane is pro-war or anti-war Why 4. What line or lines speak to you most clearly 5. Who do you think says War is kind Now compare Crane s poem to BEAT BEAT DRUMS By Walt Whitman Beat beat drums blow bugles blow Through the windows through doors burst like a ruthless force Into the solemn church and scatter the congregation Into the school where the scholar is studying Leave not the bridegroom quiet no happiness must he have now with his bride Nor the peaceful farmer any peace ploughing his field or gathering his grain So fierce you whirr and pound you drums so shrill you bugles blow. Beat beat drums blow bugles blow Over the traffic of cities over the rumble of wheels in the streets 109 Writing About Poetry EXPRESS YOURSELF Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses No sleepers must sleep in those beds No bargainers bargains by day no brokers or speculators would they continue Would the talkers be talking Would the singer attempt to sing Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge Then rattle quicker heavier drums you bugles wilder blow. Beat beat drums blow bugles blow Make no parley stop for no expostulation Mind not the timid mind not the weeper or