Read the following passage from Langston Hughes's "Theme for English B" and answer the question. It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me--we two-you, me, talk on
this page.
(I hear New York, too.) Me-who?
Hughes's poem "Theme for English B" includes a four-line stanza at the beginning. This is called a(n)
O couplet
quatrain
refrain
A train

You are to write a five paragraph literary essay based on one of the 4 prompts and what you have read and learned in this module. these are your options: 1. how do the events of "the white umbrella" teach the narrator a lesson about shame and acceptance? 2. what role does creativity play in "the bat-poet"? 3. how does the character of squeaky change over the course of "raymond's run"? 4. discuss the influences of older family members on the protagonists and speakers in the stories and poems of this unit. you are to write a five paragraph literary essay based on what you have read and learned in this module. your final submission should meet the following requirements. • submit completed pre-writing and outline documents. • write an essay that contains an introduction with hook and thesis statement, supporting paragraphs with evidence and at least one quotation, and a conclusion that restates the thesis and reviews main points. • use transitions appropriate to the pattern of organization. • use vocabulary to create tone and voice. • cite primary source (quotation). • submit completed revision checklist. • vary sentence structure. • create sentences with parallel structures. • use technology in the writing process.

Which is the falling action of antigone?

What is the effect of narrator's word choice on the tone of this passage? the words "my heart shrank within itself" create a fearful tone. the words "wounded his fellow" develop a remorseful tone. the words "struck harsh upon my ears" suggest an irritated tone. the words "better-omened" set a hopeful tone. excerpt from "the cabuliwallah" by rabindranath tagore i was sitting in my study, looking through the accounts, when some one entered, saluting respectfully, and stood before me. it was rahmun the cabuliwallah. at first i did not recognise him. he had no bag, nor the long hair, nor the same vigour that he used to have. but he smiled, and i knew him again. "when did you come, rahmun? " i asked him. "last evening," he said, "i was released from jail." the words struck harsh upon my ears. i had never before talked with one who had wounded his fellow, and my heart shrank within itself when i realised this; for i felt that the day would have been better-omened had he not turned up.