By Wednesday 2/8:
1. Please read the following poem and analyze using the TPCASTT strategy. Then write an analytical paragraph analyzing how Paton employs literary techniques to develop the main idea. You may wish to consider such elements as structure, imagery, and tone. You should include both your analysis and paragraph in your blog post.
The Hermit ~ Alan Paton
I have barred the doors
Of the place where I bide,
I am old and afraid
Of the world outside.
How the poor souls cry
In the cold and the rain,
I have blocked my ears,
They shall call me in vain.
If I peer through the cracks
Hardly daring draw breath,
They are waiting there still
Patient as death.
The maimed and the sick
The tortured of soul,
Arms outstretched as if
I could help them be whole.
No shaft of the sun
My hiding shall find,
Go tell them outside
I am deaf, I am blind.
Who will drive them away,
Who will ease me my dread,
Who will shout to the fools
‘He is dead! he is dead!’?
Sometimes they knock
At the place where I hide,
I am old, and afraid
Of the world outside.
Do they think, do they dream
I will open the door?
Let the world in
And know peace no more?
~ Alan Stewart Paton (1903 –1988), South African anti-Apartheid activist, author and poet
By Sunday 2/12:
2. Read and comment on (100+ words) at least two other students' blog posts. Emphasize the discussion about tone throughout the poem.
1. Please read the following poem and analyze using the TPCASTT strategy. Then write an analytical paragraph analyzing how Paton employs literary techniques to develop the main idea. You may wish to consider such elements as structure, imagery, and tone. You should include both your analysis and paragraph in your blog post.
The Hermit ~ Alan Paton
I have barred the doors
Of the place where I bide,
I am old and afraid
Of the world outside.
How the poor souls cry
In the cold and the rain,
I have blocked my ears,
They shall call me in vain.
If I peer through the cracks
Hardly daring draw breath,
They are waiting there still
Patient as death.
The maimed and the sick
The tortured of soul,
Arms outstretched as if
I could help them be whole.
No shaft of the sun
My hiding shall find,
Go tell them outside
I am deaf, I am blind.
Who will drive them away,
Who will ease me my dread,
Who will shout to the fools
‘He is dead! he is dead!’?
Sometimes they knock
At the place where I hide,
I am old, and afraid
Of the world outside.
Do they think, do they dream
I will open the door?
Let the world in
And know peace no more?
~ Alan Stewart Paton (1903 –1988), South African anti-Apartheid activist, author and poet
By Sunday 2/12:
2. Read and comment on (100+ words) at least two other students' blog posts. Emphasize the discussion about tone throughout the poem.