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  1. Poem by Norman Nicholson Rising Five

  2. To understand the title, the irony, and the relationship between the title and the last sentence. To understand the meaning of the poem and what message the author portrays. To understand how the structure of the poem relates to its meaning. Learning objectives

  3. I’m rising five” he said “Not four” and the little coils of hair Un-clicked themselves upon his head. His spectacles, brimful of eyes to stare At me and the meadow, reflected cones of light Above his toffee-buckled cheeks. He’d been alive Fifty-six months or perhaps a week more; Not four But rising five.Around him in the field, the cells of spring Bubbled and doubled; buds unbuttoned; shoot And stem shook out the creases from their frills, And every tree was swilled with green. It was the season after blossoming, Before the forming of the fruit: Not May But rising June. And in the sky The dust dissected the tangential light: Not day But rising night; Not now But rising soon.The new buds push the old leaves from the bough. We drop our youth behind us like a boy Throwing away his toffee-wrappers. We never see the flower, But only the fruit in the flower; never the fruit, But only the rot in the fruit. We look for the marriage bed In the baby’s cradle; we look for the grave in the bed; Not living But rising dead. Rising Five

  4. Analyze the words: RISING Adjective that means: growing, ascending, advancing FIVE A noun that means a number. It is rational, whole. It is definite – five is five and nothing more or less. What is the significance for putting these two words together in the title? RISING FIVE

  5. We’re never appreciating the moment, we’re always looking ahead or behind but never in the now HOW DO WE SEE THIS IN THE POEM? HOW DOES THE POEM PORTRAY ITS MEANING? How does the significance of the title relate to the poem?

  6. I’m rising five” he said “Not four” and the little coils of hair Un-clicked themselves upon his head. His spectacles, brimful of eyes to stare At me and the meadow, reflected cones of light Above his toffee-buckled cheeks. He’d been alive Fifty-six months or perhaps a week more; Not four But rising five.Around him in the field, the cells of spring Bubbled and doubled; buds unbuttoned; shoot And stem shook out the creases from their frills, And every tree was swilled with green. It was the season after blossoming, Before the forming of the fruit: Not May But rising June. And in the sky The dust dissected the tangential light: Not day But rising night; Not now But rising soon.The new buds push the old leaves from the bough. We drop our youth behind us like a boy Throwing away his toffee-wrappers. We never see the flower, But only the fruit in the flower; never the fruit, But only the rot in the fruit. We look for the marriage bed In the baby’s cradle; we look for the grave in the bed; Not living But rising dead. LOOKING AHEAD AND NOT AT THE NOW Task: Highlight the words/phrases that signify that we/the little boy are not looking at the now.

  7. I’m rising five” he said “Not four” and the little coils of hair Un-clicked themselves upon his head. His spectacles, brimful of eyes to stare At me and the meadow, reflected cones of light Above his toffee-buckled cheeks. He’d been alive Fifty-six months or perhaps a week more; Not four But rising five.Around him in the field, the cells of spring Bubbled and doubled; buds unbuttoned; shoot And stem shook out the creases from their frills, And every tree was swilled with green. It was the season after blossoming, Before the forming of the fruit: Not May But rising June. And in the sky The dust dissected the tangential light: Not day But rising night; Not now But rising soon.Thenew buds push the old leaves from the bough. We drop our youth behind us like a boy Throwing away his toffee-wrappers. We never see the flower, But only the fruit in the flower; never the fruit, But only the rot in the fruit. We look for the marriage bed In the baby’s cradle; we look for the grave in the bed; Not living But rising dead. LOOKING AHEAD AND NOT AT THE NOW {

  8. } I’m rising five” he said “Not four” and the little coils of hair Un-clicked themselves upon his head. His spectacles, brimful of eyes to stare At me and the meadow, reflected cones of light Above his toffee-buckled cheeks. He’d been alive Fifty-six months or perhaps a week more; Not four But rising five.Around him in the field, the cells of spring Bubbled and doubled; buds unbuttoned; shoot And stem shook out the creases from their frills, And every tree was swilled with green. It was the season after blossoming, Before the forming of the fruit: Not May But rising June. And in the sky The dust dissected the tangential light: Not day But rising night; Not now But rising soon.Thenew buds push the old leaves from the bough. We drop our youth behind us like a boy Throwing away his toffee-wrappers. We never see the flower, But only the fruit in the flower; never the fruit, But only the rot in the fruit. We look for the marriage bed In the baby’s cradle; we look for the grave in the bed; Not living But rising dead. LOOKING AHEAD, IS THAT GOOD? Friendly, innocent tone. NO it is not. } { Gloomy, dark, serious mood.

  9. } I’m rising five” he said “Not four” and the little coils of hair Un-clicked themselves upon his head. His spectacles, brimful of eyes to stare At me and the meadow, reflected cones of light Above his toffee-buckled cheeks. He’d been alive Fifty-six months or perhaps a week more; Not four But rising five.Around him in the field, the cells of spring Bubbled and doubled; buds unbuttoned; shoot And stem shook out the creases from their frills, And every tree was swilled with green. It was the season after blossoming, Before the forming of the fruit: Not May But rising June. And in the sky The dust dissected the tangential light: Not day But rising night; Not now But rising soon.Thenew buds push the old leaves from the bough. We drop our youth behind us like a boy Throwing away his toffee-wrappers. We never see the flower, But only the fruit in the flower; never the fruit, But only the rot in the fruit. We look for the marriage bed In the baby’s cradle; we look for the grave in the bed; Not living But rising dead. LOOKING AHEAD, IS THAT GOOD? Friendly, innocent tone. NO it is not. } { Gloomy, dark, serious mood.

  10. I’m rising five” he said “Not four” and the little coils of hair Un-clicked themselves upon his head. His spectacles, brimful of eyes to stare At me and the meadow, reflected cones of light Above his toffee-buckled cheeks. He’d been alive Fifty-six months or perhaps a week more; Not four But rising five.Around him in the field, the cells of spring Bubbled and doubled; buds unbuttoned; shoot And stem shook out the creases from their frills, And every tree was swilled with green. It was the season after blossoming, Before the forming of the fruit: Not May But rising June. And in the sky The dust dissected the tangential light: Not day But rising night; Not now But rising soon.The new buds push the old leaves from the bough. We drop our youth behind us like a boy Throwing away his toffee-wrappers. We never see the flower, But only the fruit in the flower; never the fruit, But only the rot in the fruit. We look for the marriage bed In the baby’s cradle; we look for the grave in the bed; Not living But rising dead. STRUCTURE To emphasize that where we are now, we don’t see. Not now to show that night is coming closer (soon), to emphasize ‘rushing’ To see that what it is compared to greatens as the poem progresses Always followed by ‘but’. But: conjunction, a word which only exists to connect one clause/sentence to the other.

  11. Rising Five (…)Not living But rising dead. • Shows how ‘five’ ends up not being definite enough- we keep looking until we can’t get anymore definite than death. • We always look forward until eventually we are facing death. We are always ‘rising dead’.