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JAMB and WAEC Literature in English questions: Literary appreciation: unseen poetry

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  1. Question 1· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem and answer the question. The Harmattan Teacher He comes each year without a bell, this dusty teacher from the north; he cracks our lips to make us tell how little all our lotions are worth. He paints the mango leaves in grey, he hides the sun behind a veil, and mothers wrap their babies' clay- soft shoulders in a woollen shawl. But when he leaves in early March, the sky returns, washed clean and wide, and every tree beneath its arch puts on new leaves, like a bride. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    The poem is mainly about

    Explanation and discussion
  2. Question 2· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem and answer the question. The Harmattan Teacher He comes each year without a bell, this dusty teacher from the north; he cracks our lips to make us tell how little all our lotions are worth. He paints the mango leaves in grey, he hides the sun behind a veil, and mothers wrap their babies' clay- soft shoulders in a woollen shawl. But when he leaves in early March, the sky returns, washed clean and wide, and every tree beneath its arch puts on new leaves, like a bride. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    The simile in the poem compares the trees to

    Explanation and discussion
  3. Question 3· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· WAEC

    The Harmattan Teacher Each dry December, dust comes calling, a grey shawl over Kano's walls; it cracks the lips of the bold and the small, and teaches the trees how to wait. We cough, we curse, we cover our faces, yet the farmer reads its patient lesson: what the wind steals, the rain repays, and every bare branch keeps a promise of green. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    'a grey shawl over Kano's walls' is an example of

    Explanation and discussion
  4. Question 4· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· WAEC

    The Harmattan Teacher Each dry December, dust comes calling, a grey shawl over Kano's walls; it cracks the lips of the bold and the small, and teaches the trees how to wait. We cough, we curse, we cover our faces, yet the farmer reads its patient lesson: what the wind steals, the rain repays, and every bare branch keeps a promise of green. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    In the poem, the 'teacher' is

    Explanation and discussion
  5. Question 5· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem below and answer the question. Harmattan Morning (an AdmitMe poem) The dust walks in before the sun, a grey shawl over Kano's roofs; the neem trees cough, the camels run in silence on their padded hoofs. My mother wraps the fire in ash and coaxes it with patient breath, while outside, sharp as any lash, the cold wind whispers news of death. But noon will crack the shawl apart, and light will pour like honey down; the drum of day will find its heart and wake the sleeping, dusty town.

    In the last stanza, the mood of the poem changes to one of

    Explanation and discussion
  6. Question 6· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem below and answer the question. The Lagoon Fisherman (an AdmitMe poem) Before the cockerel clears its throat, Baba is pushing out his boat; the paddle dips, the water sighs, and mist lies heavy on his eyes. He casts his net, a widening moon, and sings a slow, unhurried tune; the fish, those silver whispers, run to meet the coming of the sun. His back is bent, his hands are old, his bones remember every cold; yet still each dawn he takes the oar: the sea is all he's living for.

    'Before the cockerel clears its throat' tells us that the action of the poem begins at

    Explanation and discussion
  7. Question 7· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem and answer the question. The Harmattan Teacher He comes each year without a bell, this dusty teacher from the north; he cracks our lips to make us tell how little all our lotions are worth. He paints the mango leaves in grey, he hides the sun behind a veil, and mothers wrap their babies' clay- soft shoulders in a woollen shawl. But when he leaves in early March, the sky returns, washed clean and wide, and every tree beneath its arch puts on new leaves, like a bride. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    'he cracks our lips to make us tell / how little all our lotions are worth' suggests that

    Explanation and discussion
  8. Question 8· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem below and answer the question. The Lagoon Fisherman (an AdmitMe poem) Before the cockerel clears its throat, Baba is pushing out his boat; the paddle dips, the water sighs, and mist lies heavy on his eyes. He casts his net, a widening moon, and sings a slow, unhurried tune; the fish, those silver whispers, run to meet the coming of the sun. His back is bent, his hands are old, his bones remember every cold; yet still each dawn he takes the oar: the sea is all he's living for.

    'his bones remember every cold' suggests that the fisherman

    Explanation and discussion
  9. Question 9· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem and answer the question. The Harmattan Teacher He comes each year without a bell, this dusty teacher from the north; he cracks our lips to make us tell how little all our lotions are worth. He paints the mango leaves in grey, he hides the sun behind a veil, and mothers wrap their babies' clay- soft shoulders in a woollen shawl. But when he leaves in early March, the sky returns, washed clean and wide, and every tree beneath its arch puts on new leaves, like a bride. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    'he hides the sun behind a veil' refers to

    Explanation and discussion
  10. Question 10· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem and answer the question. Market Morning The market wakes before the sun, a thousand voices braided into one; tomatoes blush in pyramids of red, and yams lie sleeping in their dusty bed. A child counts change with careful thumbs, the drummer's echo, then the trader comes, and all the noise, the haggling and the cries, are how a city learns to harmonise. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    The rhyme scheme of the poem is

    Explanation and discussion
  11. Question 11· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem below and answer the question. The Lagoon Fisherman (an AdmitMe poem) Before the cockerel clears its throat, Baba is pushing out his boat; the paddle dips, the water sighs, and mist lies heavy on his eyes. He casts his net, a widening moon, and sings a slow, unhurried tune; the fish, those silver whispers, run to meet the coming of the sun. His back is bent, his hands are old, his bones remember every cold; yet still each dawn he takes the oar: the sea is all he's living for.

    In the poem, 'the water sighs' is an example of

    Explanation and discussion
  12. Question 12· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem and answer the question. Market Morning The market wakes before the sun, a thousand voices braided into one; tomatoes blush in pyramids of red, and yams lie sleeping in their dusty bed. A child counts change with careful thumbs, the drummer's echo, then the trader comes, and all the noise, the haggling and the cries, are how a city learns to harmonise. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    The last two lines suggest that the noise of the market

    Explanation and discussion
  13. Question 13· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem and answer the question. Market Morning The market wakes before the sun, a thousand voices braided into one; tomatoes blush in pyramids of red, and yams lie sleeping in their dusty bed. A child counts change with careful thumbs, the drummer's echo, then the trader comes, and all the noise, the haggling and the cries, are how a city learns to harmonise. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    'a thousand voices braided into one' suggests

    Explanation and discussion
  14. Question 14· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· WAEC

    The Harmattan Teacher Each dry December, dust comes calling, a grey shawl over Kano's walls; it cracks the lips of the bold and the small, and teaches the trees how to wait. We cough, we curse, we cover our faces, yet the farmer reads its patient lesson: what the wind steals, the rain repays, and every bare branch keeps a promise of green. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    The lesson the farmer reads is that

    Explanation and discussion
  15. Question 15· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem below and answer the question. Harmattan Morning (an AdmitMe poem) The dust walks in before the sun, a grey shawl over Kano's roofs; the neem trees cough, the camels run in silence on their padded hoofs. My mother wraps the fire in ash and coaxes it with patient breath, while outside, sharp as any lash, the cold wind whispers news of death. But noon will crack the shawl apart, and light will pour like honey down; the drum of day will find its heart and wake the sleeping, dusty town.

    'light will pour like honey down' contains a

    Explanation and discussion
  16. Question 16· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem and answer the question. The Harmattan Teacher He comes each year without a bell, this dusty teacher from the north; he cracks our lips to make us tell how little all our lotions are worth. He paints the mango leaves in grey, he hides the sun behind a veil, and mothers wrap their babies' clay- soft shoulders in a woollen shawl. But when he leaves in early March, the sky returns, washed clean and wide, and every tree beneath its arch puts on new leaves, like a bride. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    The mood of the last stanza is one of

    Explanation and discussion
  17. Question 17· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem below and answer the question. The Lagoon Fisherman (an AdmitMe poem) Before the cockerel clears its throat, Baba is pushing out his boat; the paddle dips, the water sighs, and mist lies heavy on his eyes. He casts his net, a widening moon, and sings a slow, unhurried tune; the fish, those silver whispers, run to meet the coming of the sun. His back is bent, his hands are old, his bones remember every cold; yet still each dawn he takes the oar: the sea is all he's living for.

    The tone of the last stanza of the poem is one of

    Explanation and discussion
  18. Question 18· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem below and answer the question. The Lagoon Fisherman (an AdmitMe poem) Before the cockerel clears its throat, Baba is pushing out his boat; the paddle dips, the water sighs, and mist lies heavy on his eyes. He casts his net, a widening moon, and sings a slow, unhurried tune; the fish, those silver whispers, run to meet the coming of the sun. His back is bent, his hands are old, his bones remember every cold; yet still each dawn he takes the oar: the sea is all he's living for.

    The description of the net as 'a widening moon' is

    Explanation and discussion
  19. Question 19· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem and answer the question. Market Morning The market wakes before the sun, a thousand voices braided into one; tomatoes blush in pyramids of red, and yams lie sleeping in their dusty bed. A child counts change with careful thumbs, the drummer's echo, then the trader comes, and all the noise, the haggling and the cries, are how a city learns to harmonise. (An original poem written for AdmitMe practice.)

    The overall tone of the poem is

    Explanation and discussion
  20. Question 20· Literary appreciation: unseen poetry· JAMB

    Read the poem below and answer the question. Harmattan Morning (an AdmitMe poem) The dust walks in before the sun, a grey shawl over Kano's roofs; the neem trees cough, the camels run in silence on their padded hoofs. My mother wraps the fire in ash and coaxes it with patient breath, while outside, sharp as any lash, the cold wind whispers news of death. But noon will crack the shawl apart, and light will pour like honey down; the drum of day will find its heart and wake the sleeping, dusty town.

    The rhyme scheme of each stanza of the poem is

    Explanation and discussion

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