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"Read the following excerpt from "Madam and the Rent Man" by Langston Hughes.
He said, Madam,
I ain't pleased!
I said, Neither am I.
So we agrees!
The poet chooses to use slang in this stanza because it
A.reflects the way people really spoke, which makes the poem more realistic. B.avoids using informal language, which is not appropriate for poems. C.provides a standard rhyme within the stanza, which makes the poem easier to understand. D.shows a bond between Madam and the rent man that suggests they will resolve their differences.
Answer:
A. reflects the way people really spoke, which makes the poem more realistic.
Explanation:
When the poet decided to use slang in the poem, he wanted to establish a language closer to the readers, so he decided to write in a more informal tone and using common words from the daily lives of people.
This, in addition to bringing the text closer to the reader, allows the reader to read something in a more familiar and realistic language, increasing their understanding of the work.
In the 19th century, Realism in France is often mistaken as literary movement because they felt that it laid too much truth specially on external reality. Meanwhile, America needed a type of literature that would explain what was happening to their society. American writers then turned to what is termed as modernism. The influence of realism and naturalismin the 19th century and their truthful illustration of American life and people was shown in post World War I modernism.
Answer:
Number 2 is plea not gather.
Explanation:
A plea: A formal statement by or on behalf of a defendant or prisoner, stating guilt or innocence in response to a charge, offering an allegation of fact, or claiming that a point of law should apply.
"The lawyer made a passionate plea for the release for his client".
Answer:LIne 310 because it says "By rumor as the Ultima Thule of all their punishments"
Explanation:
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