Activities- Paying Calls

Read the statements given and rewrite only the correct ones.

1. The narrator longs to see his old friends.

2.He doesn’t remember where they live as he hadn’t met them for a long time.

3.He reflects on how they used to enjoy the fresh air and the warm weather in the Summer.

4. The narrator was puzzled by the inactivity f his friends as the weather was ideal for treks and hikes.

5.He visits their graves and talks to them as if they are alive.

Explanation of the poem-Paying Calls

A man goes to see his friends whom he hasn’t seen for a long period of time.So he is not sure where they live. He has to walk on the foot paths, over creaky gates and sometimes even in the bush. He roams country side looking for them and finally sees them in various places . Some are his old friends and some of them are the ones he hasn’t seen for long time.

He remembers how they used to take long walks in the country side when the weather is warm and fresh.They used to enjoy life to the fullest and highly content about their lives.

The summer has come again and yet he hasn’t seen any of his friends enjoying the summer.They all are staying at home.He visits each and every one of his friends and talks about their past and how they enjoy life.His friends listen patiently while he he talks continuously. Not a single friend talks with him.

Do you know why?

Because they all are dead.

any questions, suggestions or comments? I will gladly receive all of them.

Paying Calls


Paying Calls – Thomas Hardy

I went by footpath and by stile
Beyond where bustle ends,
Strayed here a mile and there a mile
And called upon some friends

On certain ones I had not seen
For years past did I called,
And on others who had been
The oldest friends all.

It was the time of midsummer
When they had used to roam;
But now though tempting was the air,
I found them all at home.

I spoke to one and other of them
By mound and stone and tree
Of things we had done ere days were dim,
But they spoke not to me.

Explanation of’Leave Taking’

A grand father, old and lonely finds solace in the company of his grand son. They become close friends as other family members have no time to spare for them.So those two did what all the other friends do.They play, watch T.V,enjoy the similar things and quarrel as typical friends tend to do.

Like a sea anemone and a hermit crab one fills the gap of  the other.The grand father has no authority in the family and has become useless in the run. The others are too busy to spare time for the old man and they are not concerned with the falling mentality of him. So the child comes to the rescue of the old man and fills the void of loneliness by chattering like a monkey.

The child too is lonely in his own way.He has no one to listen to. With a whole new world before him he is puzzled by it’s workings and needs the help of an adult to sort out his problems . So the old man comes to his rescue by being a patient listener and being a companion to the little child.

 One day the grand father dies. Al the family members weep showing off their love for their father  which he does not need now, but the little one is unaware of the  scene taking place because he is too young to understand the concept of the Death. He is worried because his grand father is going some where for the first time without saying good bye to him. 

                             The poet tries to open our eyes to the grave problem of  uncaring for the elders.

Mid Term Break-Seamus Heany

 

I waited in the college sick bay

Counting bells knelling classes to a close.

At ten o’clock our neighbours drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying –
He had always taken funerals in his stride –
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were ‘sorry for my trouble’
Whispers informed strangers that I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o’clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple.
He lay in a four foot box, as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.