Guide me please

[Rupal]

Hi Everyone,
I have to write an assignment of poetry as
About any poet
About any poem
About any period
What do you think is best for me ( I am student of M.A.English From IGNOU)
How should I write & from where to takehelp ????? I have to write very very long essay on one of the abouve.
Waiting for reply
Rupal

[Dinkleberry2010]

You are asking how to write an assignment of poetry? You are in trouble.

[ennison]

Write about one you've read and have some personal response to. Sounds to me that you do not read much poetry and/ or have not been in the habit of writing at length about your reading

[JBI]

Seeing as how you are a M.A. student, I don't think I can write a paper good enough for you, without a) doing a lot of research, and b) giving you something that your supervisor/professor will not detect as mine.

As it is you are better educated than me; I aught to ask you for answers.

Really, telling somebody they should help you because you have an assignment due won't work well either; if they haven't written yet at length, which is perhaps not true, why would they put the effort in in order to have somebody plagiarize their work?

I recommend you head to the library, sit down, and just start writing, because the internet is about the worst place to go when trying to write about poetry.

[Beewulf]

Hi Everyone,
I have to write an assignment of poetry as
About any poet
About any poem
About any period
What do you think is best for me ( I am student of M.A.English From IGNOU)
How should I write & from where to takehelp ????? I have to write very very long essay on one of the abouve.
Waiting for reply
Rupal

Since you're writing from India, I thought a poem written by an Englishman about India would be appropriate. The poem is "Gunga Din" by Rudyard Kipling. According to Wikipedia,

"Gunga Din" (1892) is one of Rudyard Kipling's most famous poems, perhaps best known for its often-quoted last stanza, "Tho' I've belted you and flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!" The poem is a rhyming narrative from the point of view of a British soldier, about a native water-bearer (a "bhisti") who saves the soldier's life but dies himself. Like several others among Kipling's poems, it celebrates the virtues of a non-European while revealing the racism of a colonial infantryman who views such people as being of a "lower order". But the last line in particular suggests a deep-down unease of conscience about these racial feelings, both in the depicted soldier and in Kipling himself. The poem was published as one of the set of martial poems called the Barrack-Room Ballads.


Gunga Din
by Rudyard Kipling



You may talk o' gin an' beer

When you're quartered safe out 'ere,

An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;

But if it comes to slaughter

You will do your work on water,

An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.

Now in Injia's sunny clime,

Where I used to spend my time

A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,

Of all them black-faced crew

The finest man I knew

Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.



It was "Din! Din! Din!

You limping lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!

Hi! slippy hitherao!

Water, get it! Panee lao!

You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din!"



The uniform 'e wore

Was nothin' much before,

An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,

For a twisty piece o' rag

An' a goatskin water-bag

Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.

When the sweatin' troop-train lay

In a sidin' through the day,

Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,

We shouted "Harry By!"

Till our throats were bricky-dry,

Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.



It was "Din! Din! Din!

You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?

You put some juldee in it,

Or I'll marrow you this minute,

If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"



'E would dot an' carry one

Till the longest day was done,

An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.

If we charged or broke or cut,

You could bet your bloomin' nut,

'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.

With 'is mussick on 'is back,

'E would skip with our attack,

An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire."

An' for all 'is dirty 'ide,

'E was white, clear white, inside

When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!



It was "Din! Din! Din!"

With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.

When the cartridges ran out,

You could 'ear the front-files shout:

"Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"



I sha'n't forgit the night

When I dropped be'ind the fight

With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.

I was chokin' mad with thirst,

An' the man that spied me first

Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.



'E lifted up my 'ead,

An' 'e plugged me where I bled,

An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water—green;

It was crawlin' an' it stunk,

But of all the drinks I've drunk,

I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.



It was "Din! Din! Din!

'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;

'E's chawin' up the ground an' 'e's kickin' all around:

For Gawd's sake, git the water, Gunga Din!"



'E carried me away

To where a dooli lay,

An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.

'E put me safe inside,

An' just before 'e died:

"I 'ope you liked your drink," sez Gunga Din.

So I'll meet 'im later on

In the place where 'e is gone—

Where it's always double drill and no canteen;

'E'll be squattin' on the coals

Givin' drink to pore damned souls,

An' I'll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din!



Din! Din! Din!

You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!

Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you,

By the livin' Gawd that made you,

You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

[wlz]

"As it is you are better educated than me; I aught to ask you for answers." -JBI.

Having read many of your posts and responses I find this hard to believe!

[wlz]

"I have to write an assignment of poetry as
About any poet
About any poem
About any period".

Weren't you given a syllabus outlining a number of various works from which you could make a selection for detailed study? Many prescribed subjects are compulsory in the first year. I was given many poets, poems, literatures and periods from which to choose in the second year. Are you in the first or second year of your M.A. studies? Surely by this time in your academic life you'd be more than fit to make a decision on a favourite poet, a collection of poems/other or period...?