English

Choose the correct alternative. The poet seems to see the villagers as impractical and almost irritating which suggests that ________________. - English

Advertisements
Advertisements

Question

Choose the correct alternative.

The poet seems to see the villagers as impractical and almost irritating which suggests that ________________.

Options

  • the poet is critical of caste

  • the poet is critical of religion

  • the poet is critical of tradition.

MCQ

Solution

The poet seems to see the villagers as impractical and almost irritating which suggests that the poet is critical of tradition.

shaalaa.com
Night of the Scorpion
  Is there an error in this question or solution?
Chapter 3.1: Night of the Scorpion - English Workshop [Page 103]

APPEARS IN

Balbharati English - Kumarbharati 10 Standard SSC Maharashtra State Board
Chapter 3.1 Night of the Scorpion
English Workshop | Q 3. (3) | Page 103

RELATED QUESTIONS

Read the following poem and write an appreciation of it with the help of the given points in paragraph format.

Night of the Scorpion
 I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
to crawl beneath a sack of rice.

 Parting with his poison – flash
of diabolic tail in the darkroom –
 he risked the rain again

The peasants came like swarms of flies
and buzzed the name of God a hundred times
to paralyze the Evil One.

With candles and with lanterns
 throwing giant scorpion shadows
 on the mud-baked walls
 they searched for him: he was not found.
 They clicked their tongues.
 With every movement that the scorpion made his poison
 moved in Mother’s blood, they said.
 May he sit still, they said
 May the sins of your previous birth
 be burned away tonight, they said.
 May your suffering decrease
 the misfortunes of your next birth, they said.
 May the sum of all evil
 balanced in this unreal world
 against the sum of good
 become diminished by your pain.
 May the poison purify your flesh
 of desire, and your spirit of ambition,
 they said, and they sat around
 on the floor with my mother in the center,
 the peace of understanding on each face. 

More candles, more lanterns, more neighbors,
 more insects, and the endless rain.
 My mother twisted through and through,
 groaning on a mat.
 My father, sceptic, rationalist,
 trying every curse and blessing,
 powder, mixture, herb, and hybrid
 He even poured a little paraffin
upon the bitten toe and put a match to it. 
 I watched the flame feeding on my mother.
 I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame the
 poison with an incantation.
 After twenty hours
 it lost its sting.

 My mother only said
 Thank God the scorpion picked on me
 And spared my children.
-Nissim Ezekiel

you can use the following points while appreciating the given poem:
 i. Title 
 ii. Poet 
 iii. Theme/Central idea
iv.Rhyme scheme 
v. Figures of speech
vi. Special features (type the poem, imagery, implied meaning if any,etc.)
vii. Favorite lines
viii. Why I like/don’t like the poem. 


Complete the following table.

Background/setting of the poem
Type

Evidence

(Quote lines from the poem

Rural/Urban ______________________

Choose the correct alternative.

The child is afraid but admires ____________.


Choose the correct alternative.

Using the first person gives the feeling that it is told from ______________.


Choose the correct alternative.

‘The scorpion picked on me. And spared my children’ depicts ____________.


Choose the correct alternative.

The poem is titled ‘Night of the Scorpion’, for, the major part of the poem _______________.


Choose the correct alternative.

The peasants chant the name of God to _______________.


Expand the flow-chart in writing a paragraph in your own words.


Read the following poem and write an appreciation of it with the help of the given points in a paragraph format:

Night of the Scorpion

I remember the night my mother
was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him
to crawl beneath a sack of rice.
Parting with his poison - flash
of diabolic tail in the dark room -
he risked the rain again.
The peasants came like swarms of flies
And buzzed the name of God a hundred times
to paralyse the Evil One.
With candles and with lanterns
throwing giant scorpion shadows
on the mud-baked walls
they searched for him: he was not found.
They clicked their tongues.
With every movement that the scorpion made his poison
moved in Mother's blood, they said.
May he sit still, they said
May the sins of your previous birth
be burned away tonight, they said.
May your suffering decrease
the misfortunes of your next birth, they said.
May the sum of all evil
balanced in this unreal world
against the sum of good
become diminished by your pain.
May the poison purify your flesh
of desire, and your spirit of ambition,
they said, and they sat around
on the floor with my mother in the centre,
the peace of understanding on each face.
More candles, more lanterns, more neighbours,
more insects, and endless rain.
My mother twisted through and through,
groaning on a mat.
My father, sceptic, rationalist,
trying every curse and blessing,
powder, mixture, herb and hybrid.
He even poured a little paraffin
upon the bitten toe and put a match to it.
I watched the flame feeding on my mother.
I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame the
poison with an incantation.
After twenty hours
it lost its sting.
My mother only said
Thank God the scorpion picked on me
And spared my children.

Points:

  • The title and the poet of the poem
  • Rhyme scheme
  • Figures of speech
  • Central Idea/Theme

Read the following extract and do the given activities.

A1. Match the following:

(1) Misfortunes mud-baked
(2) Ambition bad luck
(3) World goal
(4) Wall unreal

 

With candles and with lanterns
throwing giant scorpion shadows
on the mud-baked walls
they searched for him : he was not found.
They clicked their tongues.
With every movement that the scorpion made his poison
moved in Mother's blood, they said.
May he sit still, they said
May the sins of your previous birth
be burned away tonight, they said.
May your suffering decrease
the misfortunes of your next birth, they said.
May the sum of all evil
balanced in this unreal world
against the sum of good
become diminished by your pain.
May the poison purify your flesh
of desire, and your spirit of ambition
they said, and they sat around
on the floor with my mother in the centre,
the peace of understanding on each face.

-Nissim Ezekiel

A2. Write two words ending in "on".

A3. Give an example of "metaphor" from the extract.


Share
Notifications

Englishहिंदीमराठी


      Forgot password?
Use app×