University of Cambridge International Examinations International General Certificate of Secondary Education
University of Cambridge International Examinations International General Certificate of Secondary Education
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International General Certificate of Secondary Education
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LITERATURE (ENGLISH) 0486/03
Paper 3 Unseen May/June 2008
1 hour 20 minutes
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1 Read carefully the following poem. In it the poet invites you, the reader, to experience the sights
and sounds of the island scene in front of him.
How does the poet use language to communicate his different feelings as he contemplates
the sights and sounds of the scene before him? How does he help you, the reader, to feel
as though you are at his side observing the scene with him?
• the dramatic ways he presents the scene in the first two stanzas (lines 1–14)
• the sounds of the poem and their effect
• the changes of tone and the impact of the last stanza (lines 15–21).
On This Island
1stable:firm
2sheer: steep
3saunter: move in a leisurely way
OR
2 Read carefully the following passage. In it the writer presents the world as seen from his own
perspective as a three-year-old child.
What do you find interesting about the ways the writer shows us how the world seemed
to him as a three-year-old child? How does the writing make the scene vivid for you, the
reader?
I was set down from the carrier’s cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of
bewilderment and terror my life in the village began.
The June grass, amongst which I stood, was taller than I was, and I wept. I had
never been so close to grass before. It towered above me and all around me, each
blade tattooed with tiger-skins of sunlight. It was knife-edged, dark, and a wicked
green, thick as a forest and alive with grasshoppers that chirped and chattered and
leapt through the air like monkeys.
I was lost and didn’t know where to move. A tropic heat oozed up from the
ground, rank with sharp odours of roots and nettles. Snow-clouds of elder-blossom
banked in the sky, showering upon me the fumes and flakes of their sweet and giddy
suffocation. High overhead ran frenzied larks, screaming, as though the sky were
tearing apart.
For the first time in my life I was out of the sight of humans. For the first time in
my life I was alone in a world whose behaviour I could neither predict nor fathom:
a world of birds that squealed, of plants that stank, of insects that sprang about
without warning. I was lost and I did not expect to be found again. I put back my
head and howled, and the sun hit me smartly on the face, like a bully.
From this daylight nightmare I was awakened, as from many another, by the
appearance of my sisters. They came scrambling and calling up the steep rough
bank, and parting the long grass found me. Faces of rose, familiar, living; huge
shining faces hung up like shields between me and the sky; faces with grins and
white teeth (some broken) to be conjured up like genii with a howl, brushing off
terror with their broad scoldings and affection. They leaned over me – one, two,
three – their mouths smeared with red currants and their hands dripping with juice.
‘There, there, it’s all right, don’t you wail any more. Come down ’ome and we’ll
stuff you with currants.’
And Marjorie, the eldest, lifted me into her long brown hair, and ran me jogging
down the path and through the steep rose-filled garden, and set me down on the
cottage doorstep, which was our home, though I couldn’t believe it.
I sat on the floor on a raft of muddles and gazed through the green window
which was full of the rising garden. I saw the long black stockings of the girls, gaping
with white flesh, kicking among the currant bushes. Every so often one of them
would dart into the kitchen, cram my great mouth with handfuls of squashed berries,
and run out again. And the more I got, the more I called for more. It was like feeding
a fat young cuckoo.
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