Questões de Concurso Público Prefeitura de Abelardo Luz - SC 2020 para Professor de Inglês

Foram encontradas 30 questões

Q1756737 Inglês

For the question use the poem below:

Eating Poetry

(Mark Strand)

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Available at: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52959/eating-poetry Accessed on December 30th, 2019.

About the poem use TRUE (T) or FALSE (F):

( ) Describes a speaker who is literally eating poetry.

( )The most important aspect to consider in understanding this poem is the metaphor behind the act of eating a poem.

( ) The action of eating poetry is for the poet something that makes him happy.

( ) Strand uses short sentences and highlights one of the most common types of simple English sentences: subject, verb, object.

Respectively, the order is:

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Q1756738 Inglês

For the question use the poem below:

Eating Poetry

(Mark Strand)

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Available at: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52959/eating-poetry Accessed on December 30th, 2019.

“...no happiness like mine.Mine is a possessive pronoun. As the use of possessive pronouns, which sentence is incorrect?

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Q1756739 Inglês

For the question use the poem below:

Eating Poetry

(Mark Strand)

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Available at: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52959/eating-poetry Accessed on December 30th, 2019.

I snarl at her and bark.” The best translation for the highlighted verb is:

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Q1756740 Inglês

For the question use the poem below:

Eating Poetry

(Mark Strand)

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Available at: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52959/eating-poetry Accessed on December 30th, 2019.

The light is dim. The opposite of the underlined word is:

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Q1756741 Inglês

For the question use the poem below:

Eating Poetry

(Mark Strand)

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Available at: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52959/eating-poetry Accessed on December 30th, 2019.

The poems are gone.” Gone is the Past Participle of the verb Go and of the verb Tear is:

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Respostas
21: D
22: E
23: A
24: A
25: E