Both texts deal with racial discrimination. How does the structure of poem help convey this meaning in a way that the prose passage does not?
A)The poem conveys meaning through imagery; the prose passage does not.
B)The poem uses first person point of view; the prose passage does not.
C)The poem conveys meaning through metaphor; the prose passage does not.
D)The poem conveys meaning through its rhyme scheme; the prose passage does not.
How do these two texts differently evoke the trials and tribulations of slavery and racism?
A)The poem is filled with anger at the racial oppression experienced, while the short story has a tone of moral acceptance.
B)While the short story tells the story from the perspective of the oppressor, the poem tells its story from the side of the oppressed.
C)The poem evokes emotion in response to racial oppression in the abstract, while the story focuses upon the effects of a specific act of racism.
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D)The poem has a more masculine perspective on what it feels like to be racially oppressed, while the short story focuses on the feminine side of the equation.
How does the reader know that the second passage is a personal narrative rather than drama?
A.)The author uses the elements of plot.
B)The author uses paragraph form.
C)The author uses dialogue.
D)The author uses figurative language.
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When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting -
I know why he beats his wing!
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals -
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore, -
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings -
I know why the caged bird sings!
and this is the other story
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore, -
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings -
I know why the caged bird sings!