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Which type of poetry is missing?
Please open your If A Tree… to ch. 16, pg. 59.
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What is lyrical poetry?
Poetry that has a musical quality and expresses the
feelings of a single speaker
The Pasture by Robert Frost
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;I'll only stop to rake the leaves away(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calfThat's standing by the mother. It's so young,It totters when she licks it with her tongue.I shan't be gone long. -- You come too.
“Going to the Park”
Verse by Ms. Hickner
Bill: I want to go to the park
I want to leave by dark
I want to run and play
Let’s go right away!
Molly: The park is really dumb
I’m not gonna come
It’s too hot a day
I do not want to play
Ms.
Hickner: Well I would like to go
It’s not like it’s going to snow!
It won’t be all that bad
Molly, don’t be sad
Molly: Well I hate parks and fun
Tell me when you’re done
I just like TV
Power Rangers, Cartoons, and Sesame
Billy: This argument is making me mad
I’m going and there’s fun to be had
I’m going to leave right now
Don’t even ask me how
Ms.
Hickner: Well, I think I’ll go along too
Molly oh boo, boo hoo
This is gonna be great
Molly, you don’t appreciate
Molly: I don’t care what you do
You guys and parks are stu (pid)
I’m staying here eating chips
Being lazy and throwing a fit
Ms. Hickner and Billy in unison: Ok whatever, you’re lame. Bye!
Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)
The New Colossus
1Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, 2With conquering limbs astride from land to land; 3Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand 4A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame 5Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name 6Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand 7Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command 8The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. 9"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she 10With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, 11Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, 12The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. 13Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, 14I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
This sonnet is on the Statue of Liberty!
Under My Bed by Kate Jennifer
It’s that time again, that time that I dread,That nerve-racking time, when I have to go to bed,Mum tucks in the covers, “hope the bedbugs don’t bite”,But I know there are worse things that lurk ‘round at night.
There’s a monster, you see, hiding down there,That horrible mutant with a red eyed stare,It hovers in the shadows ‘till the day is done,Its toothy mouth smirks at the sight of the setting sun.
Mum comforts me, as my face turns to white,“It’s okay sweetie. Everything’s alright.”She turns on my night light and closes the door,“Don’t you worry about those bedbugs anymore.”
It is bed time!
The child says he is afraid
His mom tucks him in
We’re all alone now - it’s just the monster and me,I bet it’s licking its lips now with sheer ecstasy,I pull up the blankets to cover my head,To hide me from that creature that lives under my bed.
I have a sudden thought, what if I catch him first?So I creep out of the blankets, expecting the worst,But he doesn’t emerge so I bend down to see,That strange, frightening creature, that’s waiting for me.
I hold the sheet tight to invade his lair,I jerk it straight back, but I can’t see much down there,I find a few lint balls, some toys and a tack,But the monster’s not there tonight, I guess he’s just slack!
He is left all alone with the monster
He looks under his bed
There is nothing there
It is bed time
The child says he
is afraid
His mom tucks him in
He is left alone with
the monster
He looks under his bed
There is nothing
there