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Poetry Packet

Assignment

Possible

Points earned

points

Cornell Notes Poetry Vocabulary with reflection

25

Rhyme scheme Practice

25

Cornell Notes Literary Devices

25

The Ideas in Poetry

25

Literary Device Practice

25

Cornell Notes Narratives

25

Narrative Analysis

20

Narrative Response – On Edmodo

30

Ballad Analysis

20

Ballad Response – On Edmodo

30

Honors: Write a Ballad

100

Cornell Notes Lyrics

25

Lyric Analysis

20

Lyric Response On Edmodo

30

Sonnet Analysis

20

Sonnet Response On Edmodo

30

Honors: Write a Sonnet

100

Elegy Analysis

20

Elegy Response On Edmodo

30

Ode Analysis

50

Ode Response: On Edmodo

Write an Ode to the Ordinary

100

I can’t forget you. Analysis

50

Juicy Analysis

50

Total Unit Grade

735

Honors

875

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line

verse

Rhyme pattern/scheme

There was an old man from Peru

Who dreamed he was eating his shoe

In the midst of the night

He awoke in a fright

And – good grief! It was perfectly true!

Syllables

Rhythm

We Real Cool” by Gwendolyn Brooks

We REAL COOL. We

LEFT SCHOOL. We

LURK LATE. We

STRIKE STRAIGHT. We

SING SIN.We

THIN GIN. We

JAZZ JUNE. We

DIE SOON.

Summary, Reflection, Analysis

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Name: _________________________

Rhyme Scheme Practice

Write a letter of the alphabet next to each line of each poem to show the rhyme scheme. The first one is done for you.

1.

A word is dead

When it is said

Some say.

I think it just

Begins to live

That day.

2.

I dwell in a lonely house I know

That vanished many a summer ago,

And left no trace but the cellar walls,

And a cellar in which the daylight falls

And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

3.

This biplane is the shape of human flight.

Its name might better be First Motor Kite.

Its makers’ name – Time cannot get that wrong,

For it was writ in heaven doubly Wright.

4.

There was a road ran past our house

Too lovely to explore.

I asked my mother once – she said

That if you followed where it led

It brought you to the milkman’s door.

(That’s why I have not traveled more.)

5.

The ostrich is a silly bird

With scarcely any mind.

He often runs so very fast,

He leaves himself behind.

And when he gets there, has to stand

And hang about til night,

Without a blessed thing to do

Until he comes in sight.

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Topic: What are some ways poets use words to convey greater meaning?

Questions/Main Ideas:

Notes:

Definition

Example

Literary devices

Simile

Alliteration

Metaphor

Personification

Hyperbole

Imagery

Dialect

I’m gonna miss you.

symbolism

Summary, Reflection, Analysis

The Ideas in Poetry

1. IMAGERY: vivid descriptions of things seen. Imagery is related to sensory language, which appeals to all the senses of sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch.

“September,” by John Updike

The breezes taste

Of apple peel.

The air is full

Of smells to feel –

Ripe fruit, old footballs,

Drying grass,

New books and blackboard

Chalk in class.

Fill in on your own: What images and sense impressions can you use to describe a snowstorm?

2. SIMILE: a comparison between two things using the words “like” or “as.”

“New Notebook,” by Judith Thurman

Lines

In a new notebook

Run, even and fine,

Like telephone wires

Across a snowy landscape.

With wet, black strokes

The alphabet settles between them,

Comfortable as a flock of crows.

“Surprise,” by Jean Little

I feel like the ground in winter,

Hard, cold, dark, dead, unyielding.

Then hope pokes through me

Like a crocus.

Fill in on your own: A bird is like _______________ because ________________

A telephone is like _______________ because ________________

3. METAPHOR: a comparison between two things that does not use “like” or “as.”

“Fog,” by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes

On little cat feet.

It sits looking

Over harbor and city

On silent haunches

And then moves on.

“Breakers,” by Lillian Morrison

Roaring,

All flowing grace,

The water tigers pounce,

Feed on the shore,

Worry it

Again and again,

Take great bites

They cannot swallow

And leave the toothmarks

Of their long white fangs.

“A Modern Dragon,” by Rowena Bastin Bennett

A train is a dragon that roars through the dark

He wriggles his tail as he sends up a spark.

He pierces the night with his one yellow eye,

And all the earth trembles when he rushes by.

Fill in on your own: Sadness is __________________________

Spring is ____________________________

4. PERSONIFICATION: a comparison between a non-human and a human that gives a non-human the qualities of a person.

Examples: The wind howled in anger around the house.

The stapler bit the piece of paper fiercely.

The armchair hugged me as I sat down.

Fill in on your own: The telephone __________________________________.

The candle _________________________________________.

Name:________________________________ Date ______________________ Per__________

Literary Device Practice

Identify the literary device being used in the following sentences. Write the correct letter next to each sentence.

S=Simile

_______Life is like a long journey to an unknown destination.

M=Metaphor

P=Personification

_______ The squeaky door sang the same song over and over again.

I=Imagery

_______ A book is a present you can open again and again.

A=Alliteration

H=Hyperbole

_______ The kangaroo, a rubber bal , bounced around its cage.

_______ My pencil refused to fol ow instructions, so my drawing came out looking terrible.

_______ I had to get new pants, four sizes larger, after I finished eating Thanksgiving dinner.

_______ The fresh five dol ar bil in my wallet cal ed out to me, asking me to spend it.

_______ Jacob’s new puppy is an eating machine.

_______ The note on the refrigerator unlocked the mystery of the missing peanut butter.

_______ The veil on the bride’s head looked like a cloud made of lace.

_______ With only thirty-nine school days left, you can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

_______ As gentle as a spring breeze, Mom pul ed the blanket up over the baby’s shoulders.

_______ He recited his multiplication tables so quickly that he was done with the twelves before I’d said one times one.

_______ One of my socks wandered away in the laundry room, so now I only have one left.

_______ I didn’t sleep very wel , because my mattress was hard as rock.

_______ Even if I gave you four tril ion dol ars, I could never repay you for letting me borrow your pencil.

_______ The scratchy sweater was a swarm of mosquitoes landing on Tara’s arms.

_______ The red robin’s song rang through the forest.

_______ Everyone in the room fel over dead when Charlie farted.

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Topic: What are the characteristics of narrative poems?

Questions/Main Ideas:

Notes:

Definition

Characteristics

Narrative Poems

Narrative

Ballad

Epic

Summary, Reflection, Analysis

Narrative Poems

Gary Soto - "Oranges"

The first time I walked

With a girl, I was twelve,

74th Street

Cold, and weighted down

With two oranges in my jacket.

by Myra Cohn Livingston

December. Frost cracking

Beneath my steps, my breath

Hey, this little kids gets roller skates.

Before me, then gone,

She puts them on.

As I walked toward

She stands up and almost

Her house, the one whose

Porch light burned yel ow

Flops over backwards.

Night and day, in any weather.

She sticks out a foot like

A dog barked at me, until

She’s going somewhere and

She came out pul ing

Falls down and

At her gloves, face bright

Smacks her hand. She

With rouge. I smiled,

Touched her shoulder, and led

Grabs hold of a step to get up and

Her down the street, across

Sticks out the other foot and

A used car lot and a line

Slides about six inches and

Of newly planted trees,

Falls and

Until we were breathing

Skins her knee.

Before a drugstore. We

Entered, the tiny bel

And then, you know what?

Bringing a saleslady

She brushes off the dirt and the

Down a narrow aisle of goods.

Blood and puts some

I turned to the candies

Spit on it and then

Tiered like bleachers,

Sticks out the other foot

And asked what she wanted -

Light in her eyes, a smile

Starting at the corners

again

Of her mouth. I fingered

A nickle in my pocket,

And when she lifted a chocolate

That cost a dime,

I didn't say anything.

I took the nickle from

My pocket, then an orange,

And set them quietly on

The counter. When I looked up,

The lady's eyes met mine,

And held them, knowing

Very wel what it was al

About.

Outside,

A few cars hissing past,

Fog hanging like old

Coats between the trees.

I took my girl's hand

In mine for two blocks,

Then released it to let

Her unwrap the chocolate.

I peeled my orange

That was so bright against

The gray of December

That, from some distance,

Someone might have thought

I was making a fire in my hands.

Ballad of Birmingham

Ballad Poems

By Dudley Randall

"Mother dear, may I go downtown

Instead of out to play,

And march the streets of Birmingham

Ballad

In a Freedom March today?"

of the Triangle Fire

"No, baby, no, you may not go,

By Ruth Rubin

For the dogs are fierce and wild,

And clubs and hoses, guns and jails

In the heart of New York City, near Washington Square

Aren't good for a little child."

In nineteen eleven, March winds were cold and bare.

A fire broke out in a building ten stories high,

"But, mother, I won't be alone.

And a hundred and forty-six young girls in those flames did die.

Other children will go with me,

And march the streets of Birmingham

On the top floor of that building, ten stories in the air To make our country free."

These young girls were working in an old sweatshop there; They were sewing shirtwaists for a very low wage.

"No baby, no, you may not go

So tired and pale and worn-out! They were at a tender age.

For I fear those guns will fire.

But you may go to church instead

The sweatshop was a stuffy room with but a single door; And sing in the children's choir."

The windows they were gray with dust from off that dirty floor; There were no comforts, no fresh air, no light to sew thereby, And the girls, they toiled from early morn till darkness filled the She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,

sky.

And bathed rose petal sweet,

And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,

Then on that fateful day — dear God, most terrible of days!

And white shoes on her feet.

When that fire broke out, it grew into a mighty blaze.

In that firetrap way up there with but a single door,

The mother smiled to know that her child

So many innocent working girls burned, to live no more!

Was in the sacred place,

But that smile was the last smile

A hundred thousand mourners, they followed those sad biers.

To come upon her face.

The streets were filled with people weeping bitter tears.

Poets, writers everywhere described that awful pyre,

For when she heard the explosion,

When those young girls were trapped to die in the Triangle Fire.

Her eyes grew wet and wild.

She raced through the streets of Birmingham

Calling for her child.

She clawed through bits of glass and brick,

Then lifted out a shoe.

"O, here's the shoe my baby wore,

But, baby, where are you?"

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Topic: What are the characteristics of lyric poems?

Questions/Main Ideas:

Notes:

Definition

Characteristics/example

Lyric

Sonnet

couplet

Elegy

ode

Summary, Reflection, Analysis

Lyric Poems

Running

Valentine for Ernest Mann

You lie to me again

by Naomi Shihab Nye

You think I’ll never know

With every lie you tell me

You can't order a poem like you order a taco.

My anger only grows

Walk up to the counter, say, "I'll take two"

and expect it to be handed back to you

It bubbles under the surface

on a shiny plate.

I want no one to see

The anger that is simmering

Still, I like your spirit.

Right inside of me

Anyone who says, "Here's my address,

write me a poem," deserves something in reply.

My anger starts to heat

So I'll tell you a secret instead:

You act like you’ve done no wrong

poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,

But you did

they are sleeping. They are the shadows

I trusted you all along

drifting across our ceilings the moment

before we wake up. What we have to do

My anger consumes me

is live in a way that lets us find them.

I am blind with rage

I focus on my book

Once I knew a man who gave his wife

As I turn the page

two skunks for a valentine.

He couldn't understand why she was crying.

I usually let my anger seep

"I thought they had such beautiful eyes."

Slowly out of me

And he was serious. He was a serious man

But today it won’t wait

who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly

It longs to be free

just because the world said so. He really

liked those skunks. So, he re-invented them I start yelling

as valentines and they became beautiful.

I just explode

At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding Everyone is staring

in the eyes of skunks for centuries

I don’t know where to go

crawled out and curled up at his feet.

I start running

Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us

Away from you

we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock

You cause pain

in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.

I know what you can do

And let me know.

I’m still running

From my pain

I will keep running

Until we meet again

Sonnets

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,

I shal but love thee better after death

Sonnet 18 by Shakespere

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,

Coral is more red than her lips red,

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground;

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare,

Lament: A Modern Sonnet by S. Alan Burgess As any she belied with false compare.

First glance, I see your beautiful brown eyes.

I fall immediately under your spell.

Slipping into a dream, I hear love's sighs

The dream turns out to be a living Hell.

When you said you loved me, did you mean it?

Your lie is poisonous as blackened sin.

Your beauty cannot hide your soul, the pit.

Release the demon that has lain within.

I've looked into your eyes to find your soul

Wherever it has gone, I do not know.

Your mind controls the 'shell' it plays the role.

Your love is ice, as you know how to show.

Though you have proved the demon, played the role

I find al beauty in your broken soul

Elegy Poems

Airborne Elegy

the three

fil ed a bal oon with

helium and sadness

and words watermarked

by tears

for a dear mother

the airborne elegy

took to the sky

blurred by tears

faded

O Captain My Captain

and was lost to sight

a poem by Walt Whitman

and home went the three

looking for answers

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

in the

The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won, silences of loss and love

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, the youngest

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; hoped she would like

But O heart! heart! heart!

the bal oon he picked

O the bleeding drops of red,

and he knew she'd love

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

his picture of the cat.

Fallen cold and dead.

the eldest

smiled at her brothers

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

and hugged their heads

Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills, imagining a heavenly winged

deliverer and celestial watchdogs. For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,

the middle child

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; wondered about heights

Here Captain! dear father!

how high their message would go

This arm beneath your head!

and what would happen

when it got there

It is some dream that on the deck,

You've fallen cold and dead.

wil ing a voiceless reply

out of the clouds.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

Odes

Ode to Pablo’s Tennis Shoes by Gary Soto

They wait under Pablo's bed,

He wants to be

Rain-beaten, sun-beaten,

Like his shoes,

A scuff of green

A little dirty

At their tips

From the road,

From when he fell

A little worn

In the school yard.

From racing to the drinking fountain

He fell leaping for a football

A hundred times in one day.

That sailed his way.

But Pablo fell and got up,

It takes water

Green on his shoes,

To make him go,

With the football

And his shoes to get him

Out of reach.

There. He loves his shoes,

Cloth like a sail,

Now it's night.

Rubber like

Pablo is in bed listening

A lifeboat on rough sea.

To his mother laughing

to the Mexican novelas on TV.

Pablo is tired,

His shoes, twin pets

Sinking into the mattress.

That snuggle his toes,

His eyes sting from

Are under the bed.

Grass and long words in books.

He needs eight hours

He should have bathed,

Of sleep

But he didn't.

To cool his shoes,

(Dirt rolls from his palm,

The tongues hanging

Blades of grass

Out, exhausted

Tumble from his hair.)

ODE TO MY CAR BY ADAM SANDLER

Piece of crap car

To get stuck with you

I got a piece of crap car

You're too wide for drive-thru

That pile of crap

And you smell like the shoe

Never gets me very far

But I'm too broke to buy something new

My car's a big piece of crap

Well the engine likes to flood

'Cause the shocks are shot

The car always stalls

And my seatbelt's broken

And the seat cushion's got a big rip

I got to tie it in a knot

So a spring always pokes me

(It's a piece of crap)

Plus the door locks are busted

I can't see through the windshield

I gotta use a coat hanger

'Cause it's got a big crack

And if a girlie sees my car

And the interior smells real bad

There's no chance I'll ever hang with her

'Cause my friend puked in the back

(It's a piece of crap)

Tailpipe makes the sparks fly everywhere

Oh the whole town thinks I'm a loser

Oh what did I do

Cabby give me a push

What did I do

What did I do

Ode to the Ordinary

An ode is a poem that tells in an original way what is good or unique about a subject and why the writer likes it so much.

Your Assignment: Write an ode to something

Steps to Write

1. Select a subject to write about

2. Write phrases describing

a.

Wht your subject is like

b. How you feel about your subject

c.

Why you feel that way

3. Explain why it is important to you

4. Join some of the phrases into lines for your ode

5. Remember they don’t have to rhyme

Steps to Revise:

1. Take away lines that are too similar

2. Add details to make the reader see, feel, touch, smell your subject 3. Pick a good opening line

4. Put the lines in the best order

____Circle words you do not know or could not explain to others ______Underline key phrases

______Summarize each stanza

______ Note things/ideas/words that repeat

______ Note characteristics you notice

______ Write 5-7 questions you have about the text

I Can’t Forget You.

spray-painted high on the overpass,

each letter a good foot long,

and I try to picture the writer

hanging from a rope

between midnight and dawn

the weight of his love swaying,

making a trembling

N and G, his mind at work

with the apostrophe—

the grammar of loss—

and his resistance to hyperbole,

no exclamation point

but a period at the end

that shows a heart not given

to exaggeration,

a heart that’s direct with a nofooling

around approach,

and I wonder if he tested the rope

before tying it to the only tree I can see

that would bear his weight,

or if he didn’t care about the freefall

of thirty or more feet

as he locked his wrist to form such

straight T’s,

and still managed, dangling, to flex

for the C and G,

knowing as he did, I’m sure,

the lover would ride this way each day

until she found a way around,

a winding back road with trees

and roadside

tiger lilies, maybe a stream, a

white house, white fence,

a dog in the yard

miles

from this black-letter, open-book

in-your-face missing

that the rain or Turnpike road

crew

will soon wash off.

—Len Roberts

______Circle words you do not know or could not explain to others ______Underline key phrases

______Summarize each stanza

______ Note things/ideas/words that repeat

______ Note characteristics you notice

______ Write 5-7 questions you have about the text

Juicy

by Notorious B.I.G.

It was all a dream

I used to read Word Up magazine

Salt ‘n Peppa and Heavy D up in the limosine

Hangin’ pictures on my wall

Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl…

How hones play me close like butter played toast

From the Mississippi down to the east coast…

Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak

Livin’ life without fear

Puttin’5 karats in my baby girl’s ears

Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool

Considered a fool ‘cause I dropped out of high school

Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood…

We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us

No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us

Birthdays was the worst days

Now we sip champagne when we thirsty

Uh damn right I like the life I live

‘Cause I went from negative to positive

And it’s all good

Document Outline

JAZZ JUNE. We

O Captain My Captain a poem by Walt Whitman

Name: _________________________

Rhyme Scheme Practice

The Ideas in Poetry

Ballad of the Triangle Fire

By Ruth Rubin

ODE TO MY CAR BY ADAM SANDLER