Some Important Questions And Answers
The School - Location
Far far from gusty waves these children’s faces Like rootless weeds, the hair torn round their pallor. Vocabulary
The tall girl with her weighed- down head, The paper- seeming boy, with rat’s eyes, The stunted, unlucky heir of twisted bones, Reciting a father’s gnarled disease, his lesson, from his desk. At back of the dim class one unnoted, sweet and young. His eyes live in a dream, of squirrel’s game, In tree room, other than this.
On sour cream walls. Donations. Shakespeare’s head, Cloudless at dawn, Civilized dome riding all cities. Belled, flowery, Tyrolese valley.
Open – handed map awarding the world its world. And yet, for these children, these windows, Not this map, their world, Where all their future’s painted with a fog,
A narrow street sealed in with a lead sky Far far from rivers, capes and stars of words.
Surely, Shakespeare is wicked, the map bad example, With ships and sun and love tempting them to steal- For lives that slyly turn in their cramped holes from fog to endless night?
On their slag heap, these children Wear skins peeped through by bones and spectacles of steel With mended glass, like bottle bits on stones.
All of their time and space are foggy slum. So blot their maps with slums as big as doom.
Unless governor, inspector, visitor This map becomes their window and these windows That shut upon their lives like catacombs.
Break O break open till they break the town And show the children to green fields, and make their world run azure on gold sands,
PRACTICE QUESTIONS
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