“How does an individual’s perspective of, and responseto, a crisis define him orher?”It needs to have mood, imagery, and tone identifiedin separate paragraphs incorporated anddisplayed how the poet used mood, imagery and toneto enhance the theme.Consider the speaker’s tone.-What seems to be the speaker’s attitude?-What specific details from the poem support your conclusions?-Is the tone consistent or does the poet’s attitudeshift throughout the poem?-Why might the poet have used this tone?Determine the mood when determining the theme.-What predominant emotion is the reader intended tofeel?-What words or phrases support this mood?-Is this mood consistent or does it shift through outthe poem?
Imagery – are all 5 senses aroused? Did the poet deliberately active one sense in particular?
fore mother by Lillian Bouzanemy great-grandmother watched her husband Wash overboard in a Labrador galejust one more fishing skipper lostin the Strait of Belle Islenobody noticedshe was a grieving womanuntil the merchant at Quirponmoved to short-change her by fifty quintalon the fish from their last voyagewith a scorn she bothered to showshe ordered the catch reloadedtook the wheel herselfand set her course for the next harborwhere she sold it at a neat profitsteeling her nerveshe raised her flag to full staffand sailed into her home port
the priest came to see herto admonish and comfortshe gave him good whiskeywith a glint in her eyethat said “don’t meddle with me”he didn’teach year thereaftershe made two voyages to the Labrador Coastspring and summerhired for hands only bedlamer boyskept her name cleartook one trip to Boston each year leftthe children behindwith orders to say to the neighbours“don’t meddle with my mother’s good name”they obeyed herwhen she was fiftyand had fourteen schooners in her nameshe married againa man half her ageshe made him her bookkeeper/bartenderhe was good at bothshe got ten winters out of himshe said so herselfonce she sailed her flagshipto Montreal to buy a dressher only purchase when the Duke’s son cameto plant a treeand settle other matters of Stateshe danced the night through with himat the government ballhe walked her down to the harborthey sat on her quarter-deck ‘til dawndrinking port and singing bawdy songsit was said he asked her to marry himit was said she turned him downshe already had more ships than hebefore the bank crash of 1894she liquidated her assetsbought goldlived another ten years to be ninety
to the consternation of her sonsand the delight of her daughterswho loved herand got her moneythey passed it on to my motherwho educated my five sisters and mewith what was left of itI, her offspring, thrice removedwrite this poem in praise of herand tell only half I know
