Presentation on theme: "P. K. Page By Jumi Heo. About P. K. (Patricia Kathleen) Page P. K. Page was born on November 23, 1916 She was lived in Victoria, British Columbia with."— Presentation transcript:
About P. K. (Patricia Kathleen) Page P. K. Page was born on November 23, 1916 She was lived in Victoria, British Columbia with her diplomat-husband, Arthur Irwin She was the author of the books of poetry (As Ten as Twenty), fiction (The Sun and the Moon), and non-fiction She had won the Governor General’s Award for poetry of The Metal and the Flower (1954) She was appointed a Companion of the Order of Canada in 1999 Because there were lots of wars happened while she was alive, most of her poems are gloomy and depressed
Continued... P. K. Page attended schools in Winnipeg, Calgary and England She studied Art under Frank Schaeffer in Brazil and Charles Seliger in New York She also attended the Art Students’ League and Pratt Graphics in New York P. K. Page once worked as a clerk and radio actress in Saint John, N.B. In Montreal, she was a filling clerk and historical researcher P. K. Page was died on January 14, 2010
Single Traveller by P. K. Page What is this love that is my life’s companion? Shape-changer, sometimes faceless, this companion. Single traveller, I wander a wasting world awaiting the much anticipated Companion. A trillium covered wood one April day served as a nearly consummate companion. A horse, two dogs, some cats, a blue macaw each in its turn became a loyal companion. Behind the loved embrace, a face of light- demon or angel-lures me from my companion. The street of love is neither wide nor narrow. Its width depends on me and my companion. Am I too bound and blinded by coarse wrappings ever to know true love as my companion? O Poet, squanderer of time and talents why do you search for love as your Companion?
This Heavy Craft by P. K. Page The wax has melted but the dream of flight persists. I, Icarus, though grounded in my flesh have one bright section in me where a bird night after starry night while I’m asleep unfolds its phantom wings and practices.
After Rain by P. K. Page Its stain is everywhere. The sharpening air of late afternoon is now the colour of tea. Once-glycerined green leaves burned by a summer sun are brittle and ochre. Night enters day like a thief. And children fear that the beautiful daylight has gone. It is the best and the worst time. Around a fire, everyone laughing, brocaded curtains drawn, nowhere-anywhere-is more safe than here. The whole world is a cup one could hold in one’s hand like a stone warmed by that same summer sun. But the dead or the near dead are now all knucklebone. Nothing to do. Nothing to really do. Toast and tea are nothing. Kettle boils dry. Shut the night out or let it in, it is a cat on the wrong side of the door whichever side it is on. A black thing with its implacable face. To avoid it you will tell yourself you are something, Even though there is bounty, a full harvest that sharp sweetness in the tea-stained air is reserved for those who have made a straw fine as a hair to suck it through- fine as a golden hair. Wearing a smile or a frown God’s face is always there. It is up to you if you take your wintry restlessness into the town
Adolescence by P. K. Page In love they wore themselves in a green embrace. A silken rain fell through the spring upon them. In the park she fed the swans and he whittled nervously with his strange hands. And white was mixed with all their colours as if they drew it from the flowering trees. At night his two finger whistle brought her down the waterfall stairs to his shy smile which like an eddy, turned her round and round lazily and slowly so her will was nowhere-as in dreams things are and aren’t. Walking along avenues in the dark street lamps sang like sopranos in their heads with a voilence they never understood and all their movements when they were together had no conclusion. Only leaning into the question had they motion; after they parted were savage and swift as gulls. Asking and asking the hostile emptiness they were as sharp as partly sculptured stone and all who watched, forgetting, were amazed To see them form and fade before their eyes.
Analysis P. K. Page’s poem, Adolescence is implied both maturity in humans and the periods of development of teenagers Its poetic devices are mostly used by personification, symbolism, alliteration, and internal rhyme For instance: “And white was mixed with all their colours as if they drew it from the flowering trees.” “...turned her round and round lazily and slowly so her will...” “...they were as sharp as partly sculptured stone and all...” All of these poetic terms are emphasized the poem’s theme; and the theme can be its title itself-Adolescence, or maturity
Continued... The poem is basically about the relationship between a man and woman who love each other but their romantic love can be broken-up as well However, besides feeling frustration or disappointment of failure, experiencing the relationship bring the realization of their interaction later on, which impressed them to behave more mature in the future and for the next possible relationship
Thought-provoking Questions By reading the poem, Adolescence, which line is the most impressive or makes sense to you? As the poem depicted, have you learned anything through the relationship with your boyfriend/girlfriend? Do you think P. K. Page is succeeded with her poem, Adolescence, to describe what she really meant?
Planet Earth by P. K. Page http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWFTFE8Icf0 Planet Earth has been selected to be part of a United Nations program to foster dialogue among nations, involving readings in countries around the world and possibly from Alpha, the new international space station