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(Std.11-State Board) 2.3 THERE IS ANOTHER SKY- Pictorial Presentation

December 2, 2020

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) is an American poet of the nineteenth century. She lived a lonely life. Most of her poems are motivational and philosophical. They are unique to her era and are characterised by simple and short lines. She often used slant rhymes and unconventional capitalization and punctuation. Her poems are the psalms and hymns of life in all its shades.

‘There is Another Sky’ is an inspirational poem with a message of ‘never say die’. It is a Petrarchan sonnet with an octave and a sestet. The poet is communicating to her brother through a letter. She encourages her brother not to get depressed under any circumstances and pleads to him to return home. Life is full of challenges; one can tackle the challenges with a positive attitude. The poem ends on an optimistic note. The brighter garden stands for choices that life offers to all.

What is Sonnet?

A sonnet is a 14-line poem that follows a specific rhyme scheme and meter, usually iambic pentameter. Sonnets often explore themes like love, nature, beauty, and time. There are several types of sonnets, the most common types are:

1. Shakespearean (English) Sonnet – Consists of three quatrains (four-line stanzas) followed by a couplet (two-line stanza). The rhyme scheme is ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.

2. Petrarchan (Italian) Sonnet – Divided into an octave (eight lines) with a rhyme scheme ABBAABBA, followed by a sestet (six lines) with varying rhyme schemes like CDECDE or CDCDCD.

3. Spenserian Sonnet – Similar to the Shakespearean sonnet but with an interlocking rhyme scheme: ABAB BCBC CDCD EE.

Poem

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields—
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;

Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!