ACL HOMEWORK for 4.03- 7.03.2918

                                                              Dieter Krehbiel, Strand Books, New York

Dear Students,

I have announced your grades for the Quiz, pls check the uni-system. The most interesting part of the exam is that most of you write about the "oversoul" considering Transcendentalism in Emerson's poetry. I never discussed or pointed at the "oversoul", the answers that I accepted are Nature, German philosophy, Utilitarianism and Indian philosophy.

Those who are going to have the Quiz for Comp Lit II and Seminar Novel, pls be there on time!

And pls be aware that I do not prepare these exams to annoy you or to decrease your grades. Exams before the Midterm and the Final are preparing you and are good examples.

FOR ACL 352:

1. “Introduction: The Anxieties of Comparison,” Charles Bernheimer. 2. “Exquisite Cadavers Stitched from Fresh Nightmares: Of Memes, Hives, and Selfish  Genes,” Haun Saussy

FOR ACL 408:

“Eating the Black Body ” Carlyle Van Thompson

Finish reading Butler's "Kindred"

FOR ACL 306:

Pls print out the following poems by Frost

The Road Not Taken 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.