P. Shafer ENGL 2320 World Lit II page 1 Dr. Shafer | TSU | Fall 2017 | ENGL 2320: World Lit II | W 5:30-8:30pm AWC 287 | Homework 2 PURPOSE(S) KNOWLEDGE + SKILLS  Competency 3: Global Diversity  Competency 4: Texts Shape the World  Competency 1: Texts as Expressive Forms  Competency 6: Critical Methods and MLA TASK(S) CLOSE READING + ANNOTATING  Students will practice close reading texts from different historical periods, cultures, and countries.  Students will practice annotating various aspects of texts (linguistic, narratological, ideological, formalist, etc.) using a different critical methods (formalism, historicism, structuralism, etc.). CRITERIA  Students will interpret and annotate the following texts based on various language forms, concepts, terms, and theories that the instructor will provide and model.  Students will mark literal language; figurative language; any problematic words; words that indicate time, place, color, and emotion; and any oppositional binaries (good/bad, inside/outside, etc.).  Students will mark these poems at home and turn them into the Homework 2 dropbox on eLearn.  The work can be completed by marking these handouts directly and/or writing on notebook paper.  This assignment is due in the Homework 2 dropbox by 11:59pm Tue, Sep 5.  Students should also bring their marked poems to class for discussion in Week 3, Wed, Sep 6.  It can be turned in late (with a letter grade penalty each week it is late). TEXT 1: “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas (1914–1953) Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. P. Shafer ENGL 2320 World Lit II page 2 TEXT 2: “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1949) It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that .

1. P. Shafer ENGL 2320 World Lit II page 1
Dr. Shafer | TSU | Fall 2017 | ENGL 2320: World Lit II | W
5:30-8:30pm AWC 287 | Homework 2
PURPOSE(S)
KNOWLEDGE + SKILLS
TASK(S)
CLOSE READING + ANNOTATING
historical periods, cultures, and countries.
ce annotating various aspects of texts
(linguistic, narratological, ideological,
formalist, etc.) using a different critical methods (formalism,
historicism, structuralism, etc.).
CRITERIA

2. ased
on various language forms, concepts,
terms, and theories that the instructor will provide and model.
problematic words; words that indicate
time, place, color, and emotion; and any oppositional binaries
(good/bad, inside/outside, etc.).
the Homework 2 dropbox on eLearn.
directly and/or writing on notebook paper.
assignment is due in the Homework 2 dropbox by
11:59pm Tue, Sep 5.
discussion in Week 3, Wed, Sep 6.
it is late).
TEXT 1: “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan
Thomas (1914–1953)
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

3. Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
P. Shafer ENGL 2320 World Lit II page 2
TEXT 2: “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1949)
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

4. And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.