About the Poet: Walter de la Mare
Let's share...
(1) What are the things that make a forest interesting at night?
(2) Would you prefer staying alone in a forest at night or would you like to have your friends with you? Give reasons for your answer.
Someone: The Poem
Bengali Meaning & Pronunciation (Full Poem)
Word Nest (Vocabulary)
| English Word | Meaning in English | Bengali Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| wee | very small; tiny | খুব ছোটো / ক্ষুদ্র |
| nought | nothing; zero | কিছুই না / শূন্য |
| stirring | movement; activity | নড়াচড়া / সাড়াশব্দ |
| beetle | an insect with hard wing-cases | গুবরে পোকা |
| screech-owl | an owl that makes a harsh, high-pitched cry | ভুতুম পেঁচা / চিৎকার করা পেঁচা |
| dewdrops | tiny drops of water that form on cool surfaces at night | শিশিরকণা / শিশিরবিন্দু |
| still | quiet and calm; without movement | নিস্তব্ধ / স্থির |
Activity Solutions (Let's do...)
Activity 1 Tick the correct alternative:
(a) big (b) small ✓ (c) wide
(ii) The poet looked
(a) backward and forward (b) up and down (c) to left and right ✓
(iii) The busy beetle was tap-tapping in the
(a) wall ✓ (b) door (c) window
(iv) The cricket was
(a) singing (b) whistling ✓ (c) chirping
Activity 2 Complete the following sentences with information from the text:
(b) There was no stirring in the still, dark night.
(c) The poet heard the screech-owl's call from the forest.
(d) The poet did not know who came knocking, at all, at all, at all.
Activity 3 Answer the following question:
Answer: The poem deliberately leaves this question unanswered, creating an air of mystery. It could have been the wind, a small animal, or just the poet's imagination playing tricks in the quiet night. Perhaps it was "Someone"—a mysterious, unseen visitor from the hidden world of nature that Walter de la Mare often wrote about. The repetition of "at all, at all, at all" emphasizes that the poet truly does not know. The knocking remains a beautiful, unexplained mystery of the night.
More Activity Solutions
Activity 4 Fill in the following chart with information from the text:
| Who | Did What |
|---|---|
| (i) Someone | came knocking at the poet's wee, small door |
| (ii) Beetle | was busy tap-tapping in the wall |
| (iii) Owl | gave the screech-owl's call from the forest |
| (iv) Cricket | was whistling while the dewdrops fall |
Activity 5 Answer the following questions:
Answer: After hearing the knocking, the poet listened carefully, opened the door, and looked to the left and right to see who was there.
(b) What was the night like?
Answer: The night was still (calm and quiet) and dark. There was no movement or stirring outside. The only sounds were those of the beetle, the owl, and the cricket.
(c) Name the insect mentioned in the poem.
Answer: Two insects are mentioned in the poem: the busy beetle (tap-tapping in the wall) and the cricket (whistling).
(d) Why does the poet use the expression 'at all' thrice in the last line of the poem?
Answer: The poet repeats "at all" three times to emphasize his complete lack of knowledge about who knocked. It creates a sense of lingering mystery and shows that despite being "sure-sure-sure" someone knocked, he is equally certain that he will never know who it was. The repetition also adds a musical, rhythmic quality to the ending, leaving the reader with the same unanswered question.
Activity 6: Grammar
Activity 6(a) Fill in the blanks with the correct form of the given verbs in brackets:
(ii) By next December, we will have stayed here for three years. (stay)
(iii) Perhaps they will visit Dooars later. (visit)
(iv) The boy has been watching television since morning. (watch)
Activity 6(b) Underline the Phrases and state what kind of Phrases they are:
Type: Infinitive Phrase (Noun Phrase - object of verb 'wanted')
(ii) At this moment it's raining hard.
Type: Adverbial Phrase (tells when)
(iii) To do well in the competition is my aim.
Type: Infinitive Phrase (Noun Phrase - subject)
(iv) They live in a house made of wood.
Type: Adjectival Phrase (qualifies 'house')
Activity 6(c) Underline the Clauses and state what kind of Clauses they are:
Type: Adverb Clause of Time
(ii) I saw an old woman who was carrying a child.
Type: Adjective Clause (qualifies 'old woman')
(iii) The dog follows his master wherever he goes.
Type: Adverb Clause of Place
(iv) We all thought that it would not rain today.
Type: Noun Clause (object of verb 'thought')
Activity 6(d) Change the following sentences from Active to Passive Voice:
Answer: The World Cup in cricket was won by India recently.
(ii) The teacher was teaching English.
Answer: English was being taught by the teacher.
(iii) Rani is singing a beautiful song.
Answer: A beautiful song is being sung by Rani.
(iv) The wind blew away the rooftops of the houses.
Answer: The rooftops of the houses were blown away by the wind.
Activity 7: Make Meaningful Sentences
Activity 7 Make meaningful sentences of your own with the following words:
(ii) stirring : There was no stirring in the house; everyone was fast asleep.
(iii) busy : The busy bees were buzzing around the colourful flowers in the garden.
(iv) dewdrops : The dewdrops on the grass sparkled like tiny diamonds in the morning sun.
Activity 8: Writing Section
Activity 8(a) Write a paragraph about spending a moonlit night in a forest guest house. Mention the sounds you heard.
Last summer, I spent a magical moonlit night in a forest guest house in the Dooars. The full moon bathed the tall trees in silvery light, creating dancing shadows on my window. As I lay in bed, the forest came alive with sounds. I could hear the distant hooting of an owl, the continuous chorus of crickets, and the rustle of leaves as small animals scurried by. Occasionally, the wind would whistle through the pine trees. A jackal howled somewhere far away, sending a shiver down my spine. It was a night of mystery and beauty that I will never forget.
Activity 8(b) Write an autobiography of an owl enjoying the night.
Autobiography of an Owl
I am a screech-owl, the undisputed ruler of the night forest. When the sun sets and the world of men grows quiet, my kingdom awakens. I perch high on the ancient banyan tree, my large, round eyes watching every movement below. The moonlight is my spotlight. I love the stillness of the dark—it is my time to hunt and explore. The night is full of music: the crickets whistle for me, the beetles tap their tiny drums, and I join in with my own screeching call. Humans may find me mysterious or even frightening, but I am simply a creature of the night, free and watchful. The forest belongs to me when the stars come out.