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The Form of Poetry What is Poetry. The Versification of Poetry.

1. What is Poetry? Prose Living in a society that is carefully, if informally divided into classes and categories, most people fancy themselves members of a specific group. An individual will rarely associate with men and women in the group “beneath” his, unless to condescend, and he usually is in awe of group “above” his own. In most cases, even if he seriously needs or wants something, he will try to obtain it from the member of his own class, but would be reluctant, indeed humiliated, to turn to a “lower” caste for help. POETRY The pedigree of Honey Does not concern the Bee – A clover, any time, to him Is Aristocracy – Emily Dickinson

The Oven Bird Robert Frost There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says that leaves are old and that for flowers Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten. He says the early petal-fall is past When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers On sunny days a moment overcast; And comes that other fall we name the fall. He says the highway dust is over all. The bird would cease and be as other birds But that he knows in singing not to sing. The questions that he frames in all but words Is what to make of a diminished thing.

2. The versification of Poetry Stanza Lines Rhyme Rhythm Meter

a. STANZA Couplet I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

Moving in the wind and snow TRIPLET The trees in winter Moving in the wind and snow A single in black bird Sutherland

QUATRAIN The Poison Tree William Blake And into my garden stole when the night had veil’d the pole. In the morning glad I see my foe outstretched beneath the tree.

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls QUINTET The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls Longfellow The tide rises, the tide falls The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveler hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

SESTET Walter de la Mare The Listeners ”Is there anybody there?” said the Traveler, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest’ ferny floor. And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveler’s head:

THERE IS NO FRIGATE LIKE A BOOK OCTAVE THERE IS NO FRIGATE LIKE A BOOK Emily Dickinson There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away. Nor like coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears the human soul!

B. RHYTHM - / - - / - - / There was a young fellow named Hall, - / - - / - - / There was a young fellow named Hall, - / - - / - - / Who fell in the spring in the fall; - - / - - / ‘Twould’ have been a sad thing - - / - - / If he’d died in the spring,   - - / - / - - / But he didn’t – he died in the fall.

C. METER / day / - Nothing - / - / - / - / / - Nothing - / - / - / - / I could not love thee, Dear so much.

Elements of Poetry (Subject, Theme, Tone) Caged Bird Maya Angelou A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and float downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dare to claim the sky.   But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped Continue  and his feet are tied so he open his throat to sing. The tree bird thinks of another breeze And the trade winds soft through the sighing trees And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn And he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams His shadow shouts in a nightmare scream His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a tearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.

Elements of Poetry (Subject, Theme, Tone) Caged Bird Maya Angelou  The caged bird sings with a tearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The tree bird thinks of another breeze And the trade winds soft through the sighing trees And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn Continue  And he names the sky his own.   But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams His shadow shouts in a nightmare scream His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings

Elements of Poetry (Subject, Theme, Tone) Caged Bird Maya Angelou But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams His shadow shouts in a nightmare scream His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing.   The caged bird sings with a tearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.

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