Activity A Activity B Activity C Activity D Activity E Activity F Cozy Apologia – by Rita Dove – Choose a task Activity A Activity B Activity C Activity D Activity E Activity F

Activity A Cozy Apologia – by Rita Dove – - for Fred 1 I could pick anything and think of you – This lamp, the wind-still rain, the glossy blue My pen exudes, drying matte, upon the page. I could choose any hero, any cause or age And, sure as shooting arrows to the heart, Astride a dappled mare, legs braced as far apart As standing in silver stirrups will allow – There you’ll be, with furrowed brow And chain mail glinting, to set me free: One eye smiling, the other firm upon the enemy. This post-post-modern age is all business: compact disks And faxes, a do-it-now-and-take-no-risks Event. Today a hurricane is nudging up the coast, Oddly male: Big Bad Floyd, who brings a host Of daydreams: awkward reminiscences Of teenage crushes on worthless boys Whose only talent was to kiss you senseless. They all had sissy names – Marcel, Percy, Dewey; Were thin as licorice and as chewy, Sweet with a dark and hollow center. Floyd’s Cussing up a storm. You’re bunkered in your Aerie, I’m perched in mine (Twin desks, computers, hardwood floors): We’re content, but all short of the Divine. Still, it’s embarrassing, this happiness – Who’s satisfied simply with what’s good for us, When has the ordinary ever been news? And yet, because nothing else will do To keep me from melancholy (call it blues), I fill this stolen time with you. The poem’s title explains that the text is an ‘apologia’. Find out how this term is used in literature. What light does this shed on the content of the poem? Menu Who is being addressed in the poem? What impressions do you get of their relationship on first reading the poem? Select words and phrases to support your views.

Activity B Cozy Apologia – by Rita Dove – - for Fred 1 I could pick anything and think of you – This lamp, the wind-still rain, the glossy blue My pen exudes, drying matte, upon the page. I could choose any hero, any cause or age And, sure as shooting arrows to the heart, Astride a dappled mare, legs braced as far apart As standing in silver stirrups will allow – There you’ll be, with furrowed brow And chain mail glinting, to set me free: One eye smiling, the other firm upon the enemy. This post-post-modern age is all business: compact disks And faxes, a do-it-now-and-take-no-risks Event. Today a hurricane is nudging up the coast, Oddly male: Big Bad Floyd, who brings a host Of daydreams: awkward reminiscences Of teenage crushes on worthless boys Whose only talent was to kiss you senseless. They all had sissy names – Marcel, Percy, Dewey; Were thin as licorice and as chewy, Sweet with a dark and hollow center. Floyd’s Cussing up a storm. You’re bunkered in your Aerie, I’m perched in mine (Twin desks, computers, hardwood floors): We’re content, but all short of the Divine. Still, it’s embarrassing, this happiness – Who’s satisfied simply with what’s good for us, When has the ordinary ever been news? And yet, because nothing else will do To keep me from melancholy (call it blues), I fill this stolen time with you. How does the poet use imagery in this stanza to convey her feelings for her partner? Menu Look at the first three lines. What do you think of the concrete images used here? What kind of picture is Dove trying to create by using these images?

Activity C Cozy Apologia – by Rita Dove – - for Fred 1 I could pick anything and think of you – This lamp, the wind-still rain, the glossy blue My pen exudes, drying matte, upon the page. I could choose any hero, any cause or age And, sure as shooting arrows to the heart, Astride a dappled mare, legs braced as far apart As standing in silver stirrups will allow – There you’ll be, with furrowed brow And chain mail glinting, to set me free: One eye smiling, the other firm upon the enemy. This post-post-modern age is all business: compact disks And faxes, a do-it-now-and-take-no-risks Event. Today a hurricane is nudging up the coast, Oddly male: Big Bad Floyd, who brings a host Of daydreams: awkward reminiscences Of teenage crushes on worthless boys Whose only talent was to kiss you senseless. They all had sissy names – Marcel, Percy, Dewey; Were thin as licorice and as chewy, Sweet with a dark and hollow center. Floyd’s Cussing up a storm. You’re bunkered in your Aerie, I’m perched in mine (Twin desks, computers, hardwood floors): We’re content, but all short of the Divine. Still, it’s embarrassing, this happiness – Who’s satisfied simply with what’s good for us, When has the ordinary ever been news? And yet, because nothing else will do To keep me from melancholy (call it blues), I fill this stolen time with you. What kind of image is suggested in the rest of the first stanza? Why do you think Dove uses it? Menu Look at the highlighted words and phrases. What do these details add to the image she wants to give the reader? Look closely at the words highlighted in green. What do we learn about the role the poet ascribes to her partner?

Activity D Cozy Apologia – by Rita Dove – - for Fred 1 I could pick anything and think of you – This lamp, the wind-still rain, the glossy blue My pen exudes, drying matte, upon the page. I could choose any hero, any cause or age And, sure as shooting arrows to the heart, Astride a dappled mare, legs braced as far apart As standing in silver stirrups will allow – There you’ll be, with furrowed brow And chain mail glinting, to set me free: One eye smiling, the other firm upon the enemy. This post-post-modern age is all business: compact disks And faxes, a do-it-now-and-take-no-risks Event. Today a hurricane is nudging up the coast, Oddly male: Big Bad Floyd, who brings a host Of daydreams: awkward reminiscences Of teenage crushes on worthless boys Whose only talent was to kiss you senseless. They all had sissy names – Marcel, Percy, Dewey; Were thin as licorice and as chewy, Sweet with a dark and hollow center. Floyd’s Cussing up a storm. You’re bunkered in your Aerie, I’m perched in mine (Twin desks, computers, hardwood floors): We’re content, but all short of the Divine. Still, it’s embarrassing, this happiness – Who’s satisfied simply with what’s good for us, When has the ordinary ever been news? And yet, because nothing else will do To keep me from melancholy (call it blues), I fill this stolen time with you. - for Fred 1 I could pick anything and think of you – This lamp, the wind-still rain, the glossy blue My pen exudes, drying matte, upon the page. I could choose any hero, any cause or age And, sure as shooting arrows to the heart, Astride a dappled mare, legs braced as far apart As standing in silver stirrups will allow – There you’ll be, with furrowed brow And chain mail glinting, to set me free: One eye smiling, the other firm upon the enemy. This post-post-modern age is all business: compact disks And faxes, a do-it-now-and-take-no-risks Event. Today a hurricane is nudging up the coast, Oddly male: Big Bad Floyd, who brings a host Of daydreams: awkward reminiscences Of teenage crushes on worthless boys Whose only talent was to kiss you senseless. They all had sissy names – Marcel, Percy, Dewey; Were thin as licorice and as chewy, Sweet with a dark and hollow center. Floyd’s Cussing up a storm. You’re bunkered in your Aerie, I’m perched in mine (Twin desks, computers, hardwood floors): We’re content, but all short of the Divine. Still, it’s embarrassing, this happiness – Who’s satisfied simply with what’s good for us, When has the ordinary ever been news? And yet, because nothing else will do To keep me from melancholy (call it blues), I fill this stolen time with you. What is the poet’s attitude to men in these two stanzas? Menu Compare the end of the first stanza with the beginning of the next. Look at the text in red. Why do you think the poet uses these descriptions of modern times? How are men described in the following lines? Highlight the words and phrases you think important in the portrayal of men. Click to show highlighted words and images.

Activity E Cozy Apologia – by Rita Dove – - for Fred 1 I could pick anything and think of you – This lamp, the wind-still rain, the glossy blue My pen exudes, drying matte, upon the page. I could choose any hero, any cause or age And, sure as shooting arrows to the heart, Astride a dappled mare, legs braced as far apart As standing in silver stirrups will allow – There you’ll be, with furrowed brow And chain mail glinting, to set me free: One eye smiling, the other firm upon the enemy. This post-post-modern age is all business: compact disks And faxes, a do-it-now-and-take-no-risks Event. Today a hurricane is nudging up the coast, Oddly male: Big Bad Floyd, who brings a host Of daydreams: awkward reminiscences Of teenage crushes on worthless boys Whose only talent was to kiss you senseless. They all had sissy names – Marcel, Percy, Dewey; Were thin as licorice and as chewy, Sweet with a dark and hollow center. Floyd’s Cussing up a storm. You’re bunkered in your Aerie, I’m perched in mine (Twin desks, computers, hardwood floors): We’re content, but all short of the Divine. Still, it’s embarrassing, this happiness – Who’s satisfied simply with what’s good for us, When has the ordinary ever been news? And yet, because nothing else will do To keep me from melancholy (call it blues), I fill this stolen time with you. What does the arrival of the hurricane show us about the couple in the poem? Menu Why does the poet use the image of eagles in their nests here? Look at the line highlighted in red. What do you think of this as a description of a relationship between man and wife? Read the rest of the poem. What do you think the poet wants you to think about this kind of relationship?

Activity F Cozy Apologia – by Rita Dove – - for Fred 1 I could pick anything and think of you – This lamp, the wind-still rain, the glossy blue My pen exudes, drying matte, upon the page. I could choose any hero, any cause or age And, sure as shooting arrows to the heart, Astride a dappled mare, legs braced as far apart As standing in silver stirrups will allow – There you’ll be, with furrowed brow And chain mail glinting, to set me free: One eye smiling, the other firm upon the enemy. This post-post-modern age is all business: compact disks And faxes, a do-it-now-and-take-no-risks Event. Today a hurricane is nudging up the coast, Oddly male: Big Bad Floyd, who brings a host Of daydreams: awkward reminiscences Of teenage crushes on worthless boys Whose only talent was to kiss you senseless. They all had sissy names – Marcel, Percy, Dewey; Were thin as licorice and as chewy, Sweet with a dark and hollow center. Floyd’s Cussing up a storm. You’re bunkered in your Aerie, I’m perched in mine (Twin desks, computers, hardwood floors): We’re content, but all short of the Divine. Still, it’s embarrassing, this happiness – Who’s satisfied simply with what’s good for us, When has the ordinary ever been news? And yet, because nothing else will do To keep me from melancholy (call it blues), I fill this stolen time with you. Look again at the poem as a whole. What do you notice about the way it is structured? How would you describe the mood of the poem? Menu What aspects of relationships are explored in each stanza and how are these presented? How does the poet use rhyme in the poem?