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The Slumber Did My Spirit Steal is a poem written by William Wordsworth.

In this poem a story of a girl and her family is reflected.

Her parents went to their work by the way of forest daily.

One day they were late , so she decided to go to them.

She took a lamp with her and went to see her parents.

But her parents already came home and she was still in the jungle.

Her parents decided to search her out .

But when they go to forest , they didn't find her . Only they heard her voice and found a few foot steps on ground too.

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‘A slumber did my spirit seal’, as this wonderful little poem by William Wordsworth (1770-1850) is known (its first line providing its unofficial title), is one of Wordsworth’s best-known short poems. It’s a lyric, an elegy, and a nature poem all in one. Here is the poem, along with some words of analysis. (We’ve offered more tips for the close reading of poetry here.)

A slumber did my spirit seal;

I had no human fears:

She seemed a thing that could not feel

The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;

She neither hears nor sees;

Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,

With rocks, and stones, and trees.

In summary, then: the speaker of the poem records that his soul felt at peace, as though asleep and existing in a deep calm where he had nothing to fear. (The meaning of the first line might be rewritten as ‘A slumber sealed, or protected, my spirit’.) This is because of an unidentified ‘she’ who did not seem to be marked by the passing of time or the ravages of nature as other mortals are. But wait: in the second stanza, we are suddenly informed of the woman’s (girl’s?) death: she lies still and powerless, unable to see or hear, and has become a part of the day-to-day world of nature.

William WordsworthIs ‘A slumber did my spirit seal’ one of Wordsworth’s Lucy poems? It’s often assumed that it belongs to that suite of poems about a young girl who died; but unlike the other Lucy poems, ‘A slumber did my spirit seal’ doesn’t mention Lucy’s name, so at best it can be surmised (tentatively, at that) that Wordsworth had ‘Lucy’ in mind in this poem. However, Wordsworth placed ‘A slumber did my spirit seal’ near the bona fide Lucy poems, ‘She dwelt among the untrodden ways’ and ‘Strange fits of passion had I known’ – in the 1800 edition of Lyrical Ballads, suggesting that he intended this to be a Lucy poem.

We’re often told and taught that good poetry should not be tautological. ‘Don’t use more words than is necessary’ has become an unofficial maxim since at least the time of Ezra Pound and the Imagists a hundred years ago. Indeed, it was largely because of the verbal and emotional excesses of Romanticism that Pound – and others, such as T. E. Hulme – called for a ‘dry, hard, classical verse’. But Wordsworth’s poem doesn’t simply use more words than is necessary: it makes a positive virtue out of it. Take ‘I had no human fears’. What other kind of fears might a human like Wordsworth be expected to have? (Or does he mean ‘fears of other humans’?) ‘No motion has she now, no force’: if you have no motion, it’s unlikely you can have any force: that’s more or less a principle of Newtonian physics (force, in Newton’s second law, is mass multiplied by acceleration – acceleration implying motion). And what are ‘rocks’ if not kinds of stones? It is as if the poet – or the poet’s speaker – is deliberately trying to suggest a sense of anti-climax or flatness. And that is the point of that final line: ‘With rocks, and stones, and trees’, is a deadened list, barely any life in it (‘trees’ notwithstanding), that repetition of ‘and’ infusing the line with a listless monotony.

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