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Amy Lowell
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During Reading Strategy
Fill in a Chart
Guided Reading Question 1
To what does the speaker compare herself?
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| | I walk down the garden-paths, |
| | And all the daffodils |
| | Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. |
| | I walk down the patterned garden-paths |
| 5 | In my stiff, brocaded1 gown. |
| | With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, |
| | I too am a rare |
| | Pattern. As I wander down |
| | The garden-paths. |
| 10 | My dress is richly figured2, |
| | And the train3 |
| | Makes a pink and silver stain |
| | On the gravel, and the thrift |
| | Of the borders. |
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| 15 | Just a plate of current fashion, |
| | Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes. |
| | Not a softness anywhere about me, |
| | Only whalebone4 and brocade. |
| | And I sink on a seat in the shade |
| 20 | Of a lime-tree. For my passion |
| | Wars against the stiff brocade. |
| | The daffodils and squills |
| | Flutter in the breeze |
| | As they please. |
| 25 | And I weep; |
| | For the lime-tree is in blossom |
| | And one small flower had dropped upon my bosom. |
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| | And the plashing of waterdrops |
| | In the marble fountain |
| 30 | Comes down the garden-paths. |
| | The dripping never stops. |
| | Underneath my stiffened gown |
| | Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin5, |
| | A basin in the midst of hedges grown |
| 35 | So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, |
| | But she guesses he is near, |
| | And the sliding of the water |
| | Seems the stroking of a dear |
| | Hand upon her. |
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Guided Reading Question 2
What are some elements of the “current fashion”?
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Guided Reading Question 3
What conflict is occurring?
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| 40 | What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown! |
| | I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground. |
| | All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground. |
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| | I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the paths, |
| | And he would stumble after, |
| 45 | Bewildered by my laughter. |
| | I should see the sun flashing from his sword hilt6 and the buckles on his shoes. I would choose |
| | To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths, |
| | A bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover. |
| 50 | Till he caught me in the shade, |
| | And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me |
| | Aching, melting, unafraid. |
| | With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops, |
| | And the plopping of the waterdrops, |
| 55 | All about us in the open afternoon— |
| | I am very like to swoon |
| | With the weight of this brocade, |
| | For the sun sifts through the shade. |
| | Underneath the fallen blossom |
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Guided Reading Question 4
What feeling does the speaker convey?
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| 60 | In my bosom, |
| | Is a letter I have hid. |
| | It was brought to me this morning by a rider from the Duke7. |
| | “Madam, we regret to inform you that Lord Hartwell |
| | Died in action Thursday se’nnight.8” |
| 65 | As I read it in the white, morning sunlight, |
| | The letters squirmed like snakes. |
| | “Any answer, Madam,” said my footman. |
| | “No,” I told him. |
| | “See that the messenger takes some refreshment. |
| 70 | No, no answer.” |
| | And I walked into the garden, |
| | Up and down the patterned paths, |
| | In my stiff, correct brocade. |
| | The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun, |
| 75 | Each one. |
| | I stood upright too, |
| | Held rigid to the pattern |
| | By the stiffness of my gown. |
| | Up and down I walked, |
| 80 | Up and down. |
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Guided Reading Question 5
What does the speaker have hidden?
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Guided Reading Question 6
What news has the speaker received?
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| | In a month he would have been my husband. |
| | In a month, here, underneath this lime, |
| | We would have broke the pattern; |
| | He for me, and I for him, |
| 85 | He as Colonel, I as Lady, |
| | On this shady seat. |
| | He had a whim |
| | That sunlight carried blessing. |
| | And I answered, “It shall be as you have said.” |
| 90 | Now he is dead. |
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| | In Summer and in Winter I shall walk |
| | Up and down |
| | The patterned garden-paths |
| | In my stiff, brocaded gown. |
| 95 | The squills and daffodils |
| | Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow. |
| | I shall go |
| | Up and down, |
| | In my gown. |
| 100 | Gorgeously arrayed, |
| | Boned and stayed. |
| | And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace |
| | By each button, hook, and lace. |
| | For the man who should loose me is dead, |
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Guided Reading Question 7
Who was Lord Hartwell?
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| 105 | Fighting with the Duke in Flanders, |
| | In a pattern called a war. |
| | Christ! What are patterns for? |
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Guided Reading Question 8
What happened to Lord Hartwell?
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