DEATH THE LEVELLER
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Introduction
Period 1
1.“ When
I go to that part of the country, I shall visit your brother’s
grave and write to
you. "
What would have the
writer thought about while standing at Frank’s grave in Dera Ghazi Khan ?
Discuss in groups
2.
WATCH THE video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jj90iwKzvyY
Sung by : Kamukara Purushothaman
Scene: A graveyard
Film: Harishchandra
Song: AthmaVidyalayame..
Here the lyricist compares the
"Chudalakkad" (graveyard) to a school full of students who
are actually nothing but souls. (ആത്മ വിദ്യാലയമേ)
are actually nothing but souls. (ആത്മ വിദ്യാലയമേ)
ആത്മ വിദ്യാലയമേ , ആത്മ വിദ്യാലയമേ (Oh! the school of souls ! the school
of souls !)
അവനിയില്‍ ആത്മ വിദ്യാലയമേ
( the school upon the earth , of
souls)
അഴിനിലയില്ലാ ജീവിതമെല്ലാം (All life without any rules or regulations)
ആറടി മണ്ണില്‍ നീറിയൊടുങ്ങും. (Will come to an end
in soil six feet thick)
..( ആത്മ വിദ്യാലയമേ...
തിലകം ചാര്‍ത്തി ചീകിയുമഴകായ്‌
പലനാള്‍ പോറ്റിയ പുണ്യ ശിരസ്സെ
(Oh! The
very same head that we once used to
deck with "thilakam" and comb nicely ..)
deck with "thilakam" and comb nicely ..)
ഉലകംവെല്ലാന്‍ ഉഴറിയ നീയോ ( You who tried to conquer
the world )
വിലപിടിയാത്തൊരു തലയോടായി( has now become a petty skull )
(.ആത്മ വിദ്യാലയമേ
ഇല്ലാ ജാതിക ള്‍ ഭേദവിചാരം ( Here
there are no castes and discrimination)ഇവിടെ പുക്കവര്‍ ഒരു കൈ ചാരം ( Those who reach here are just a handful of ash)
മന്നവനാട്ടേ യാചകനാട്ടേ ( Whether one be a beggar or a king )
വന്നിടുമൊടുവില്‍ വ ന്‍ ചിത നടുവി ല്‍ ( Here in this earth, ends up in a huge pyre)
3.CAN
YOU TRANSALATE THIS-
ഒന്നല്ലി നാ,മയി സഹോദരരല്ലി, പൂവേ,
ഒന്നല്ലി കയ്യിഹ രചിച്ചതു നമ്മെയെല്ലാം
ഇന്നീവിധം ഗതി നിനക്കയി പോക! പിന്നൊ-
ന്നൊന്നായ്‌ത്തുടര്‍ന്നു വരുമാ വഴി ഞങ്ങളെല്ലാം
ഒന്നിനുമില്ല നില-ഉന്നതമായ കുന്നു-
മെന്നല്ലയാഴിയുമൊരിക്കല്‍ നശിക്കുമോര്‍ത്താ ല്‍….
ഒന്നല്ലി കയ്യിഹ രചിച്ചതു നമ്മെയെല്ലാം
ഇന്നീവിധം ഗതി നിനക്കയി പോക! പിന്നൊ-
ന്നൊന്നായ്‌ത്തുടര്‍ന്നു വരുമാ വഴി ഞങ്ങളെല്ലാം
ഒന്നിനുമില്ല നില-ഉന്നതമായ കുന്നു-
മെന്നല്ലയാഴിയുമൊരിക്കല്‍ നശിക്കുമോര്‍ത്താ ല്‍….
PERIOD 2
Read and
comment on the theme of these poems.(group work )
1. When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.
Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind;
Near to them and to my wife,
I was happy all my life.
My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow never brought
Cause for one unhappy thought.
Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,--
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.
2.
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.
Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind;
Near to them and to my wife,
I was happy all my life.
My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow never brought
Cause for one unhappy thought.
Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,--
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.
2.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
3
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
3
If
I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early,
And bees as bustling go,–
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
‘Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with daisies lie,
That commerce will continue,
And trades as briskly fly.
It make the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene,
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early,
And bees as bustling go,–
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
‘Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with daisies lie,
That commerce will continue,
And trades as briskly fly.
It make the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene,
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
4.
How
wonderful is Death,
Death, and his brother Sleep!
One, pale as yonder waning moon
With lips of lurid blue;
The other, rosy as the morn
When throned on ocean’s wave
It blushes o’er the world;
Yet both so passing wonderful!
Death, and his brother Sleep!
One, pale as yonder waning moon
With lips of lurid blue;
The other, rosy as the morn
When throned on ocean’s wave
It blushes o’er the world;
Yet both so passing wonderful!
5. And you as well must die, belovèd dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fell,this wonder fled,
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.
Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how belovèd above all else that dies.
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fell,this wonder fled,
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.
Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how belovèd above all else that dies.
6. Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power –
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennoble but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on – it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one – and here he lies.
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power –
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennoble but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on – it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one – and here he lies.
The
learners may select from the following collection.( 6/8/….copies )
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Death
is a lesson to man.
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Death
is inevitable.
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Death
is the brother of sleep.
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Death
is wonderful.
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Victory
is meaningless as death is a reality.
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Death
is a fact but life does not stop there.
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Death
is a peaceful return to our home.
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All
will die.Even the captains.You and me.
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Now
read the given poem in the text and find out what it is about…….
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DEATH
THE LEVELLER.
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SOME
CHOICES MAY BE GIVEN.
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1.
DEATH IS THE END OF EVERYTHING
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2.
THE EFFECT OF GOOD DEEDS REMAIN EVEN AFTER DEATH,
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3.
EVERY ONE WILL DIE.
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4.
WE NEED NOT WORRY ABOUT DEATH`
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5.
NONE OF THE ABOVE
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6.
SOME OF THE
ABOVE
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