Excerpt from An awful tempest mashed the air
Emily Dickinson

An awful tempest mashed the air,
The clouds were gaunt and few;
A Black, as of a spectre's cloak,
Hid heaven and earth from view.
The creatures chuckled on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their
And swung their frenzied hair.
The morning lit, the birds arose:
The monster's faded eyes10
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was Paradise!

Marion is creating an adaptation of this poem. She is considering theatrical lighting, sound effects, and scenic design. What area
would this involve?

A) poetic license for a sonnet style poem.
B) stage directions in a play or drama.
C) Literary elements of a short story.
D) creating tone in a romantic ballad