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The document features a collection of poems studied in the 9th Standard English curriculum in Tamil Nadu, including works by Robert Frost, Dr. Gieve Patel, Norman Littleford, and Caroline Ann Bowles. Each poem explores themes of nature, life, and the passage of time, using vivid imagery and emotional depth. The selections emphasize the beauty and complexity of the natural world while reflecting on human experiences and commitments.

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English 9std

The document features a collection of poems studied in the 9th Standard English curriculum in Tamil Nadu, including works by Robert Frost, Dr. Gieve Patel, Norman Littleford, and Caroline Ann Bowles. Each poem explores themes of nature, life, and the passage of time, using vivid imagery and emotional depth. The selections emphasize the beauty and complexity of the natural world while reflecting on human experiences and commitments.

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Tamil Nadu

9th Standard English Memory poem


Stopping by the woods on a Snowy On Killing a Tree
Evening It takes much time to kill a tree,
Whose woods these are I think I know. Not a simple jab of the knife
His house is in the village though; Will do it. It has grown
He will not see me stopping here Slowly consuming the earth,
To watch his woods fill up with snow. Rising out of it, feeding
My little horse must think it queer Upon its crust, absorbing
To stop without a farmhouse near Years of sunlight, air, water,
Between the woods and frozen lake And out of its leperous hide
The darkest evening of the year. Sprouting leaves.

He gives his harness bells a shake So hack and chop


To ask if there is some mistake. But this alone wont do it.
The only other sound’s the sweep Not so much pain will do it.
Of easy wind and downy flake. The bleeding bark will heal
And from close to the ground
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
Will rise curled green twigs,
But I have promises to keep,
Miniature boughs
And miles to go before I sleep,
Which if unchecked will expand again
And miles to go before I sleep.
To former size.
-Robert Frost -Dr. Gieve patel
The River The Comet
River, river, little river! Rampaging through the heavens
Bright you sparkle on your way; Never stopping day or night,
O’er the yellow pebbles dancing,
A spectacle of a lifetime
Through the flowers and foliage glancing,
Like a child at play. A comet in full flight.

River, river! Swelling river! The outer ice is melting


On you rush through rough and smooth;
Causing vapor from the force,
Louder, faster, brawling, leaping.
And leaves a trail behind it
Over rocks, by rose-banks, sweeping
Like impetuous youth. As it travels on its course.
-Norman Littleford
River, river! Brimming river!
Broad and deep, and still as time;
Seeming still, yet still in motion,
Tending onward to the ocean,
Just like mortal prime.

River, river! Headlong river!


Down you dash into the sea,
Sea that line hath never sounded,
Sea that sail hath never rounded,
Like eternity.
-Caroline Ann Bowles

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