PoetryPacket

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Mrs. Fava Seven Gold English

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Poetry Vocabulary

Form: The way a poem looks on paper

Line: a verse of poetry

Stanzas: lines of poem may be arranged in groups

Structured form: poem has a regular repeated pattern of rhyme and/or rhythm

Free Verse: poem has no pattern of rhyme or rhythm

Speaker: voice of poem; it may be the poet or a character he or she creates

Tone: writer’s attitude toward subject. Is he serious, sarcastic or playful? How does the writer feel about his subject? What is his purpose for the poem?

Mood: the feeling the writer creates for the reader. Setting/atmosphere is important to mood. How does the poem make the reader feel?

Theme: It is an abstract idea that is expressed through a work of art.  A landscape painting might express beauty.  A song might be about love.  The story "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" portrays the author's opinion about honesty.

Imagery and Figurative Language: similar to special effects in a movie, they grab attention and help create mental pictures and moods.

Simile: comparison between two unlike things, using the word like or as

Metaphor: a comparison between two unlike things that does not contain the word like or as.

Personification: a description of an object, animal, place or idea, as if it were human or had human qualities

Rhyme: repetition of identical or similar sounds

Rhyme Scheme: pattern of rhyme in a poem

Rhythm (meter): the pattern of sounds created by the arrangement of stressed and unstressed syllables

Alliteration: the repetition of consonant sounds at the beginning of words

Assonance: the repetition of vowel sounds

Onomatopoeia: the use of words whose sounds suggest their meaning like buzz, hiss, and clap

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Form: The way a poem looks on paper

Structured form: poem has a regular repeated pattern of rhyme and/or rhythm

“If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking”

By Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one Heart from breakingI shall not live in vainIf I can ease one Life the AchingOr cool one Pain

Or help fainting Robin Unto his Nest again I shall not live in Vain

“In the Event of My Demise”

by Tupac Shakur

In the event of my Demise when my heart can beat no moreI Hope I Die For A Principleor A Belief that I had Lived 4 I will die Before My Time Because I feel the shadow's Depth so much I wanted 2 accomplish before I reached my Death I have come 2 grips with the possibility and wiped the last tear from My eyes I Loved All who were Positive In the event of my Demise

 

Principle: valueDemise: death

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1. How are these two poems structured? Give an example of structure from each.

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2. What is Dickinson’s philosophy of life? How do you know?

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3. What is Tupac’s philosophy of life? How do you know?__________________________________________________________________

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Free Verse: poem has no pattern of rhyme or rhythm

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“Winter Poem”By Nikki Giovanni

once a snowflake fell on my brow and i lovedit so much and i kissedit and it was happy and called its cousinsand brothers and a webof snow engulfed me theni reached to love them alland i squeezed them and they becamea spring rain and i stood perfectlystill and was a flower

“In the Inner City”

By Lucille Clifton

in the inner cityor like we call ithomewe think a lot about uptownand the silent nightsand the houses straight asdead menand the pastel lightsand we hang on to our no placehappy to be aliveand in the inner cityor like we call ithome

1. How do you know “Winter Poem” is free verse? Give two examples._____________________________________________________________

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2. What is happening in this poem? Is it really happening?

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3. How does the speaker of “In the Inner City” feel about the inner city? How does the speaker feel about uptown? Give two examples to support your answer.

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Tone: writer’s attitude toward subject. Is he

serious, sarcastic or playful? How does the writer

feel about his subject? What is his purpose for the

poem?

“This is Just to Say”

By William Carlos William

I have eatenthe plums that were inthe icebox

and whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfast

forgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold

“My Papa’s Waltz”

by Theodore Roethke

The whiskey on your breathCould make a small boy dizzy;But I hung on like death:Such waltzing is not easy.

We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelfMy mother’s countenanceCould not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wristWas battered on one knuckle;At every step you missedMy right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my headWith a palm caked hard by dirt,Then waltzed me off to bedStill clinging to your shirt

Waltz: lighthearted dance

Romped: played

Countenance: facial expression

1. In the poem “This is just to say,” is the writer really sorry? What

is his tone? Focus on the last stanza for clues.

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2. In the poem “My Papa’s Waltz,” what is actually happening? Is the dad being abusive or playful? Give two examples to support your opinion.

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3. What is the tone of the poem? Give an example to support your opinion.

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Speaker: voice of poem; it may be the poet or a character he or she creates

“Mother to Son”by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I’ll tell you.Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.It’s had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor-Bare.But all the timeI’se been a-climbin’ on,And reachin’ landin’s,And turnin’ corners,And sometimes goin’ in the darkWhere there ain’t been no light.So boy, don’t you turn back.Don’t you set down on the steps‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.Don’t you fall now-For I’se still goin’ honey,I’se still climbin,And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

1. How old is the speaker? How do you know?________________________________________________________________________

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2. How educated is she? How do you know?

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3. What is her economic status? How do you know?

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4. Where does she live? How do you know?

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5. What is her attitude toward life? How do you know?

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6. Who is she talking to and what is she telling him?

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“I Never Said I wasn’t Difficult”By Sara Holbrook

I never said I wasn’t difficult,I mostly want my way.Sometimes I talk back or pout and don’t have much to say.

I’ve been known to yell, “So what,”when I’m stepping out of bounds.I want you there for me and yet,I don’t want you around.

I wish I had more privacyand never had to be alone.I want to run away.I’s scared to leave me home.

I’m too tired to be responsible.I wish I were boss.I want to blaze new trails.I’m terrified that I’ll get lost.

I wish an answer cameevery time I asked you, “Why?”I wish you weren’t a know-it-allWhy do you question when I’m bored?I won’t be cross-examined.I hate to be ignored.

I know,I shuffle messages like cards,some to show and some to hide.But, if you think I’m hard to live withyou should try me inside.

1. How old is the speaker of “I Never Said I Wasn’t Difficult”? How do you know?

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2. What does the line 24 mean, “I shuffle messages like cards?” What are some examples of mixed messages the speaker gives out?

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3. What is the tone of the speaker?

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4. Make a personal connection with this speaker.

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“Little Sister” by Nikki Grimes

little sisterholds on tight.My hands hurtfrom all that squeezing,but I don’t mind.She thinks no one will bother herwhen I’m around,and they won’t if I can help it.And even when I can’t I try‘cause she believes in me.

1. What is the form of this poem? How do you know?

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2. What word would you use to describe the tone? Resentful or

protective? Give one example to support your answer.

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“The Secret in the Cat”

by May Swenson

I took my cat apartto see what made him purr.Like an electric clockor like the snore

of a warming kettle,something fizzed and sizzed in himWas he a soft car,the engine bubbling sound?

Was there a wire beneath his fur,or humming throttle?I undid his throat.Within was no stir.

I opened his chestas though it were a door:no whisk or rattle there.I lifted off his skull:

no hiss or murmur.I halved his little bellybut found no gear,

no cause for static.

So I replaced his lid,laced his little gut.His heart into his vest I slidand buttoned up his throat.

His tail rose to a rodand beckoned to the air.Some voltage made him vibratewarmer than before.

Whiskers and a tail: perhaps they caught some radar codeemitted as a pip, and a dot-and-dash

of woolen sound.My cat a kind of tuning fork?--amplifier?—telegraph?—Doing secret signal work?

His eyes elliptic tubes:there’s a message in his stare.I stroke himbut cannot find the dial.

throttle: lever

emmitted: sent forth

elliptic: two meanings are oval-shaped and mysterious

1. What is the gender of this speaker? How do you know?________________________________________________________________________

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2. What is the age of this speaker how do you know?

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3.What is the education level of the speaker? How do you know?

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4. What is the speaker doing in the poem? How do you know?

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5. What is the attitude (tone) toward the cat? How do you know?

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Mood: the feeling the writer creates for the reader. When you read a poem, you may use some of the following adjectives to describe the mood: uplifting, happy, optimistic, hopeful, pessimistic, gloomy, mournful, suspenseful, eerie.

Listen to a recitation of the following poem. Underline words that contribute to the mood.

“The Raven”

by Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream beforeBut the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;For we cannot help agreeing that no living human beingEver yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disasterFollowed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden boreOf "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linkingFancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yoreMeant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingTo the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease recliningOn the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censerSwung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent theeRespite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sittingOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floorShall be lifted - nevermore!

List some words that contribute to the mood of the poem.

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Looking at these words, what is the mood of the poem?

a. Hopefulb. Upliftingc. Eeried. Peaceful

Theme: an abstract idea that is expressed through a work of art.  A landscape painting might express beauty.  A song might be about love.  The story "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" portrays the author's idea about honesty.

Possible literary themes to consider are listed below. 

Ambition DeathPeaceWarFriendshipJealousy Beauty     Loneliness Betrayal Love Loss

Courage Loyalty Perseverance Fear Prejudice Freedom Suffering Happiness TruthDuty Patriotism

“Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay. 

1. What happens in this poem to nature’s first green?

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2. What happens to the Garden of Eden?

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3. What happens to the day?

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4. Frost describes these events for a reason. What do they all have in common? What is the theme of this poem?

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“Sympathy” by Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,And the river flows like a stream of glass; When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,And the faint perfume from its chalice steals--I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats its wing Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;For he must fly back to his perch and clingWhen he fain would be on the bough a-swing; And a pain still throbs in the old, old scarsAnd they pulse again with a keener sting--I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,--When he beats his bars and he would be free;It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--I know why the caged bird sings!

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2. What type of song does the bird sing? Is it a happy song?_____________________________________________________________

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3. What human experience is Dunbar describing using the metaphor of the caged bird? What is the theme of this poem?

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Imagery and Figurative Language: similar to special effects in a movie, they grab attention and help create mental pictures and moods. Poems rich in imagery appeal to the senses to help the reader experience the text.

“Preludes” excerpt

By T.S. Elliot

The winter evening settles down With the smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimneypots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.

“A Dream Deferred”

By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry uplike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore--And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over--like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Pick one of the poems on page 25 and list imagery.

1. What can you smell?

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2. What can you see?

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4. What can you taste?

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6. Personification: a description of an object, animal, place or idea, as if it were human or had human qualities

“ Sleeping in the Forest” by Mary Oliver

I thought the earthremembered me, shetook me back so tenderly, arrangingher dark skirts, her pockets full of licens and seeds. I sleptas never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothingbetween me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floatedlight as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All nightI heard the small kingdoms breathingaround me, the insects, and the birdswho do their work in the darkness. All nightI rose and fell, as if in water, grapplingwith a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen timesinto something better.

“The City is So Big”By Richard Garcia

The city is so bigIts bridges quake with fearI know, I have seen at night

The lights sliding from house to houseAnd trains pass with windows shiningLike a smile full of teeth

I have seen machines eating houses.And stairways walk all by themselvesAnd elevator doors opening and closingAnd people disappear.

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“Be Like the Bird”By Victor Hugo

Be like the bird, whoHalting in his flightOn limb to slightFeels it give way beneath him,Yet singsKnowing he hath wings

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2. What happens when the bird stops to rest on the limb?_____________________________________________________________

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3. What does the bird do in line 5 when the branch begins to break?_____________________________________________________________

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4. So when life is difficult and we want to give up, how should we be like a bird?

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“Ode to enchanted light” by Pablo Neruda

Under the trees lighthas dropped from the top of the sky.lightlike a greenlatticework of branches,shining on every leaf,drifting down like clean white sand.

A cicada sendits sawing songhigh into the empty air

The world is a glass overflowing with water.

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Extended Metaphor:

“Scaffolding” by Seamus Heaney

Masons, when they start upon a building,Are careful to test out the scaffolding;

Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.

And yet all this comes down when the job’s doneShowing off walls of sure and solid stone.

So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to beOld bridges breaking between you and meNever fear. We may let the scaffolds fallConfident that we have built our wall.

1. What two things are being compared? How do you know?

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2. What do they have in common?_____________________________________________________________

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“Identity”by Julio Noboa Polanco

Let them be as flowers,always watered, fed, guarded, admired,but harnessed to a pot of dirt.

I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed,clinging on cliffs, like an eaglewind-wavering above high, jagged rocks.

To have broken through the surface of stone,to live, to feel exposed to the madnessof the vast, eternal sky.To be swayed by the breezes of an ancient sea,

carrying my soul, my seed,beyond the mountains of time or into the abyss of the bizarre.

I'd rather be unseen, and ifthen shunned by everyone,than to be a pleasant-smelling flower,growing in clusters in the fertile valley,where they're praised, handled, and pluckedby greedy, human hands.

I'd rather smell of musty, green stenchthan of sweet, fragrant lilac.If I could stand alone, strong and free,I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed.

Give an example of a simile: Give an example of a metaphor:

1.What is the extended metaphor of this poem? What is the author comparing flowers and weeds to?

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2.Looking at the extended metaphor, what is the theme of the poem? How does the author feel about freedom? Give an example to support your answer.

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3.Which would you rather be? A flower or a weed? Why?_____________________________________________________________

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Rhyme: repetition of identical or similar sounds

Rhyme Scheme: pattern of rhyme in a poem. Assign each line of a stanza a letter of the alphabet, starting with “a” for the first line; assign the same letter to lines that rhyme

There was an old man who supposed aThat the street door was partially closed; aBut some very large rats, bAte his coats and his hats, bWhile that futile old gentleman dozed. a

Show the rhyme scheme in the following poem:

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, _____And sorry I could not travel both _____And be one traveler, long I stood _____And looked down one as far as I could _____To where it bent in the undergrowth; _____Then took the other, as just as fair, _____And having perhaps the better claim, _____Because it was grassy and wanted wear; _____Though as for that the passing there _____Had worn them really about the same , _____And both that morning equally lay _____In leaves no step had trodden black. _____Oh, I kept the first for another day! _____

Yet knowing how way leads on to way, _____I doubted if I should ever come back. _____I shall be telling this with a sigh _____Somewhere ages and ages hence: _____Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- _____I took the one less traveled by, _____And that has made all the difference. _____

Rhythm (meter): the pattern of sounds created by the arrangement of stressed and unstressed syllables.

Fireworksby Amy Lowell

You hate me and I hate you,And we are so polite, we too!

But whenever I see you, I burst apartAnd scatter the sky with my blazing heart.In spits and sparkles in stars and balls,Buds into roses—and flares, and falls.

Scarlet buttons, and pale green disks,Silver spirals and asterisks,Shoot and tremble in a mistPeppered with mauve and amethyst.

I shine in the windows and light up trees,And all because I hate you, if you please.

And when you meet me, you rend asunderAnd go up in a flaming wonderOf saffron cubes, and crimson moons,And wheels all amaranths and maroons.

Golden lozenges and spades,Arrows of malachites and jades,Patens of copper, azure sheaves.As you mount, you flash in the glossy leaves.

Such fireworks as we make, we two!Because you hate me and I hate you.

. Think and Write! How does the rhythm or meter of the poem contribute to its tone?

Alliteration: the repetition of consonant sounds at the beginning of words.

Assonance: the repetition of vowel sounds

“Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out!”by Shel Silverstein

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans, Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream and shout, She simply would not take the garbage out. And so it piled up to the ceilings: Coffee grounds, potato peelings, Brown bananas, rotten peas, Chunks of sour cottage cheese. It filled the can, it covered the floor, It cracked the window and blocked the door With bacon rinds and chicken bones, Drippy ends of ice cream cones, Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,

Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal, Pizza crusts and withered greens, Soggy beans and tangerines, Crusts of black burned buttered toast, Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . . The garbage rolled on down the

hall, It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . . Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, Globs of gooey bubble gum, Cellophane from green baloney, Rubbery blubbery macaroni, Peanut butter, caked and dry, Curdled milk and crusts of pie, Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, Eggshells mixed with lemon custard, Cold french fried and rancid meat, Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat. At last the garbage reached so high

That it finally touched the sky. And all the neighbors moved away, And none of her friends would come to play. And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said, "OK, I'll take the garbage out!" But then, of course, it was too late. . . The garbage reached across the state, From New York to the Golden Gate. And there, in the garbage she did hate, Poor Sarah met an awful fate, That I cannot now relate

Because the hour is much too late. But children, remember Sarah Stout And always take the garbage out!

List some examples of alliteration of consonance:

List some examples of assonance:

Onomatopoeia: the use of words whose sounds suggest their meaning like buzz, hiss, and clap

“The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.” (From “The Princess: Come Down Oh Maid” by Tennyson)

Underline the sound words in the following poem:

The rusty spigotsputters,

uttersa splutter,

spatters a smattering of drops,gashes wider;

slash,splatters,scatters,spurts,

finally stops sputteringand plash!

gushes rushes splashesclear water dashes.

by Eve Merriam

Think and Write! List as many words that sound like what they are.