For questions 4–5 chose which category of poetry matches the excerpt or poem.

4. When the black snake

flashed onto the morning road,

and the truck could not swerve --

death, that is how it happens.

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Now he lies looped and useless

as an old bicycle tire.

I stop the car

and carry him into the bushes.

A. Poetry of Spirit

B. Poetry of Place

C. Poetry of Nature

D. Poetry of Self

5. On the days when the rest

have failed you,

let this much be yours –

flies, dust, an unnameable odor,

the two waiting baskets:

one for the lemons and passion,

the other for all you have lost.

Both empty,

it will come to your shoulder,

breathe slowly against your bare arm.

If you offer it hay, it will eat.

Offered nothing,

it will stand as long as you ask.

The little bells of the bridle will hang

beside you quietly,

in the heat and t