Faculdade de Letras da Universidade de Lisboa
Literatura dos EUA (1900-1945)
Dezembro 2012
Diana V. Almeida
1.
“Eurydice”
VI
Against the black
I have more fervour
than you in all the splendour of that place,
against the blackness
and the stark grey
I have more light;
and the flowers,
if I should tell you,
you would turn from your own fit paths
toward hell,
turn again and glance back
and I would sink into a place
even more terrible than this.
VII
At least I have the flowers of myself,
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;
and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;
before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
Against the black
I have more fervour
than you in all the splendour of that place,
against the blackness
and the stark grey
I have more light;
and the flowers,
if I should tell you,
you would turn from your own fit paths
toward hell,
turn again and glance back
and I would sink into a place
even more terrible than this.
VII
At least I have the flowers of myself,
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;
and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;
before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
for the dead to pass.
H.D.
Provide an analysis of this excerpt, contextualizing it in the whole
poem and in the contemporary literary movements. Among other aspects, you
should take into consideration the semantic fields, the symbolic elements, the
identity if the speaker and the intertext evoked.
2.
Miss Eckhart, achieving silence, stood in the shadowy
spot directly under the chandelier. Her feet (…) rested in the chalk circle
previously marked on the floor and now, she believed, perfectly erased. One
hand, with its countable little muscles so hard and ready, its stained blue
nails, went to the other hand and they folded quite still, holding nothing,
until they lost their force by lying on her breast and made a funny little
house with peaks and gables. Standing near the piano but not near enough to
help, she presided but not with her whole heart on guard against disaster;
while disaster was what remained on the minds of the little girls. Starting
with the youngest, she called them out.
So they played, and except Virgie, all played their
worst. They shocked themselves. Parnell Moody burst into tears on schedule. But
Miss Eckhart never seemed to notice or to care. How forgetful she seemed at
exactly the moments she should have been agonized! You expected the whip,
almost, for forgetting to repeat before the second ending, or for failing to
count ten before you came around the curtain at all; and instead you received a
strange smile. It was as though Miss Eckhart, at the last, were grateful to you
for anything.
When Hilda Ray Bowles’ turn came and Miss Eckhart herself
was to bend down and move the stool out twelve inches, she did it in a spirit
of gentle, uninterrupted abstraction. She might be not moving a stool out for
an overgrown girl at all, but performing some gentle ministration to someone
else, someone who was not there; perhaps it was Beethoven, who wrote Hilda
Ray’s piece, and perhaps not.
(…)
But recital night was Virgie’s night, whatever else it
was. The time Virgie Rainey was most wonderful in her life, to Cassie, was when
she came out (…) wearing a Christmas-red satin band in her hair with rosettes
over the ears, held on by a new elastic across the back; she had a red sash
drawn around under the arms of a starched white swiss dress. She was thirteen.
She played the Fantasia on Beethoven’s
Ruins of Athens, and when she finished and got up and made her bow, the red
of the sash was all over the front of her waist, she was wet and stained as if
she had been stabbed in the heart, and a delirious and enviable sweat ran down
from her forehead and cheeks and she licked it in with her tongue.
Eudora Welty, “June Recital,” The
Golden Apples
Contextualize this passage in the short story and in the whole book,
taking into account, among other aspects, the importance of focalization in
this story, the symbolic meaning of the recital, and the significance of the
artist-characters in the overall plot.
Feel free to write in
Portuguese, Spanish, French, or English.
You may consult
printed and hand-written material.
The test will last 2
hours, with an extra 30 minutes.
Enjoy.
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