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Questions 1 to 9 are based on the following prose poem. Yellow…
Questions 1 to 9 are based on the following prose poem.
Yellow Glove
By Naomi Shihab Nye
American Poet
What can a yellow glove mean in a world of motorcars and governments?
I was small, like everyone. Life was a string of precautions: Don’t
kiss the squirrel before you bury him, don’t suck candy, pop balloons,
drop watermelons, watch TV. When the new gloves appeared one
Christmas, tucked in soft tissue, I heard it trailing me: Don’t lose
the yellow gloves.
I was small, there was too much to remember. One day, waving at a
stream – the ice had cracked, winter chipping down, soon we would
sail boats and roll into ditches – I let a glove go. Into the stream,
sucked under the street. Since when did streets have mouths?
I walked home on a desperate road. Gloves cost money. We didn’t
have much. I would tell no one, I would wear the yellow glove that
was left and keep the other hand in a pocket. I knew my mother’s
eyes had tears they had not cried yet and I didn’t want to be the one
to make them flow. It was the prayer I spoke secretly, folding socks,
lining up donkeys in windowsills. I would be good, a promise made to
the roaches who scouted my closet at night. If you don’t get in my
bed, I will be good. And they listened. I had a lot to fulfill.
The months rolled down like towels out of a machine. I sang and
drew and fattened the cat. Don’t scream, don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t
fight – you could hear it anywhere. A pebble could show you how to
be smooth, tell the truth. A field could show how to sleep without
walls. A stream could remember how to drift and change – the next
June I was stirring the stream like a soup, telling my brother dinner
Would be ready if he’d only hurry up with the bread, when I saw it.
The yellow glove draped on a twig. A muddy survivor. A quiet flag.
Where had it been in the three gone months? I could wash it fold it
in my winter drawer with its sister, no one in that world would ever
know. There were miracles on Harvey Street. Children walked
home in yellow light. Trees were reborn and gloves traveled far, but
returned. A thousand miles later, what can a yellow glove mean in a
world of bankbooks and stereos?
Part of the difference between floating and going down.
1.)
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Select one: O a. An intent to act in a child-like manner O b. A
desire to embrace the responsibilitys of adulthood O c. A
recollection of painful experiences from childhood O d…
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2.)
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The phrase “let a glove go” referes to the speaker’s:
Select one: O a. Disobedience O b. Pride O c. Anxiety O d.
Inattention Clear my choice
3.)
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In the context of lines 12 to 16, the detail “a desperate
road” serves to reinforce the speaker’s feeling of: Select
one: O a. Brash, Overt Resentment O b. Guilt-Ridden F…
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4.)
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The statement “I had a lot to fulfill” indicates that the
speaker: Select one: O a. felt burdened with responsibility O b.
was confident about finding the lost glove O c. had mix…
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5.)
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The warnings “Don’t scream, don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t
fight” are made more emphatic by the poet’s use of: Select
one: O a. Metaphor O b. Repetition O c. Understateme…
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6.)
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The final line of the poem implies that the speaker: Select one: O
a. will persevere in life O b. resists the future O c. wishes to return
to her childhood O d. fears drowning in the stream
