On Aging When you see me sitting quietly, Like a sack left on the shelf, Don’t think I need your chattering. I’m listening to myself. Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me! Hold! Stop your sympathy! Understanding if you got it, Otherwise I’ll do without it! When my bones are stiff and aching, And my feet won’t climb the stair, I will only ask one favor: Don’t bring me no rocking chair. When you see me walking, stumbling, Don’t study and get it wrong. ‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy And every goodbye ain’t gone. I’m the same person I was back then, A little less hair, a little less chin, A lot less lungs and much less wind. But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in. Maya Angelou Jessie Emily Schofield I used to wash my grandmother’s hair, When she was old and small And walked with a frame Like a learning child. She would turn off her hearing aid And bend into the water, Holding the edge of the sink with long fingers; I would pour warm cupfuls over her skull And wonder what it could be like In her deaf head with eighty years of life. Hers was the softest hair I ever felt, Wedding dress silk on a widow; But there is a photo of her Sitting swathed in hair That I imagine chestnut from the black and white, Long enough to sit on. Her wet head felt delicate as a birdskull Worn thin by waves of age, As she stood bent. My mother’s mother under my hands. Judy Williams Q1. In the above given poems, the poets describe their attitudes towards the effects of growing old. Critically examine both the poems to find the difference in perception of the two authors towards the aging process. Q2. According to your opinion which approach is more radical? and why?
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On Aging When you see me sitting quietly, Like a sack left on the shelf, Don’t think I need your chattering. I’m listening to myself. Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me! Hold! Stop your sympathy! Understanding if you got it, Otherwise I’ll do without it! When my bones are stiff and aching, And my feet won’t climb the stair, I will only ask one favor: Don’t bring me no rocking chair. When you see me walking, stumbling, Don’t study and get it wrong. ‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy And every goodbye ain’t gone. I’m the same person I was back then, A little less hair, a little less chin, A lot less lungs and much less wind. But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in. Maya Angelou
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Jessie Emily Schofield I used to wash my grandmother’s hair, When she was old and small And walked with a frame Like a learning child. She would turn off her hearing aid And bend into the water, Holding the edge of the sink with long fingers; I would pour warm cupfuls over her skull And wonder what it could be like In her deaf head with eighty years of life. Hers was the softest hair I ever felt, Wedding dress silk on a widow; But there is a photo of her Sitting swathed in hair That I imagine chestnut from the black and white, Long enough to sit on. Her wet head felt delicate as a birdskull Worn thin by waves of age, As she stood bent. My mother’s mother under my hands. Judy Williams |
Q1. In the above given poems, the poets describe their attitudes towards the effects of growing old. Critically examine both the poems to find the difference in perception of the two authors towards the aging process.
Q2. According to your opinion which approach is more radical? and why?
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