Thinking About the Poem (Page 30)
1.Read the poem again and work in pairs or groups to do the following tasks.
1. Find the words that describe the movements and actions of the tiger in the cage and in the wild. Arrange them in two columns.
2. Find the words that describe the two places and arrange them in two columns.
Now try to share ideas about how the poet uses words and images to contrast the two situations.
Here are the words that describe the movements and actions of the tiger in the cage and in the wild arranged in two columns.
Tiger in the Cage |
Tiger in the Wild |
Stalks,
Few steps of his cage, Quiet rage Locked in concrete cell, Stalking-the
length of his cage Ignoring visitors. He hears the last voice Stares at the
brilliant stars. |
Lurking
in shadow, Sliding through long grass, Snarling around houses, Baring his
white fangs, his claws, Terrorising the village |
Here are the words that describe the two places arranged in two columns.
Cage |
Wild |
Few
steps of his cage. |
Shadow,
Long grass, Water |
Locked,
Concrete cell |
hole,
Plump deer |
Behind
bars, Visitors, |
Houses
at jungle’s edge |
Patrolling
cars |
Village |
The poet uses these words to create an apt contrast. This contrast is between the cage and the jungle. He is able to create apt pictures of these places in a real sense. These words clearly show the life of the tiger in a cage and in a jungle.
1. On pads of velvet quiet, In his quiet rage.
2. And
stares with his brilliant eyes At the brilliant stars.
What do
you think is the effect of this repetition?
Are zoos
necessary for the protection or conservation of some species of animals?
Are they
useful for educating the public?
Are there
alternatives to zoos?
The tiger
behind the bars of his cage growls,
The tiger
behind the bars of his cage snarls,
The tiger
behind the bars of his cage roars,
Then he
thinks.
It would
be nice not to be behind bars all
The time
Because
they spoil my view
I wish I
were wild, not on show.
But if I
were wild, hunters might shoot me,
But if I
were wild, food might poison me,
But if I
were wild, water might drown me.
Then he
stops thinking
And…
The tiger
behind the bars of his cage growls,
The tiger
behind the bars of his cage snarls,
The tiger
behind the bars of his cage roars.
– Peter Niblett
His
vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown
so weary that it cannot hold
anything
else. It seems to him there are
a thousand
bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As he
paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the
movement of his p0werful soft strides
is like a
ritual dance around a centre
in which a
mighty will stands paralysed.
Only at
times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts,
quietly. An image enters in,
rushes
down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges
into the heart and is gone.
– Rainer Maria Rilke
Miss Lucy endured her loneliness with composure, but at Christmas, it came upon her like an illness because-
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