Choose the poem that is free verse.We trekked into a far country,My friend and I.Our deeper content was never spoken,But each knew all the other said.Once before, this self-same airPassed me, though I know not where.Strange! how very like it came!Touch and fragrance were the same.

Choose the poem that is free verse.Like a fleet with bellying sails,Like the great bulk of a sea-cliff with the staccato bark of waves about it,Like the tart tang of the sea breezeAre you.And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,And sometimes I remember days of oldWhen fellowship seemed not so far to seekAnd all the world and I seemed much less cold.

Choose the poem that uses anaphora.I looked and saw a searoofed over with rainbows,In the midst of eachtwo lovers met and departed.There are only myself and you in the world,There are only myself and you;'Tis clear, then, that I unto you should be kind,And that you unto me should be true.

Choose the poem that is free verse.I have a rendezvous with Life,In days I hope will come,Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,Ere voices sweet grow dumb.Gently I stir a white feather fan,With open shirt sitting in a green wood.I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.

Question 2 How does the poet’s personal experience in text 2 reveal connections between the individual and the world? the poem is :Text 2 - Poem "Ways of Conquest" by Denise Levertov You invaded my country by accident, not knowing you had crossed the border. Vines that grew there touched you. shaking raindrops off the leaves - you or the wind. It was toward the hills you ran, inland - I invaded your country with all my 'passionate intensity', pontoons and parachutes of my blindness. But living now in the suburbs of the capital incognito, my will to take the heart of the city has dwindled. I love its unsuspecting life, its adolescents who come to tell me their dreams in the dusty park among the rocks and benches, I the stranger who will listen. I love the wild herons who return each year to the marshy outskirts. What I invaded has invaded me. You ran past them,

Choose the poem that uses alliteration.The sky is low, the clouds are mean,A travelling flake of snowAcross a barn or through a rutDebates if it will go.Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,Lift me up in your love as a light wing lifts a swallow,Let our flight be far in sun or windy rain—But what if I heard my first love calling me again?