Terms related to the sounds of poetry (These are in your textbook) Onomatopoeia Cacophony Euphony Assonance Consonance Rhyme Eye rhyme End rhyme Internal rhyme Masculine rhyme Feminine rhyme (unstressed, sister—blister) Exact Near, off, slant, approximate

A Bird came down the Walk (328) Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886 A Bird came down the Walk— He did not know I saw— He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass— And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass— He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all around— They looked like frightened Beads, I thought— He stirred his Velvet Head Like one in danger, Cautious, I offered him a Crumb And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home— Than Oars divide the Ocean, Too silver for a seam— Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon Leap, plashless as they swim.

The Word ‘Plum’ by Helen Chasin The word plum is delicious pout and push, luxury of self-love, and savoring murmur full in the mouth and falling like fruit taut skin pierced, bitten, provoked into juice, and tart flesh question and reply, lip and tongue of pleasure. This Is Just To Say William Carlos Williams, 1883 - 1963 I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

Hecuba on the Shores of Da Nang, 1965 Deborah Paredez Again the sea-machines creep from the east, their Cronus jaws unlatched and pups expelled. The scene the same. Again. Again. The sand now boot-lace muck, the rutted shore resigned. No words will do. Laments will not withstand this thrashing tide. It’s time for snarling beast- speak. Gnash-rattle. Fracas-snap. Unmuzzled hell-hound chorus unbound from roughened tongues. Kynos-sema keen-keen lash-kaak nein grind then ground and rot and reek and teeth and grief and gabble ratchet growl: custodian of woe. It doesn’t end. Fleets on the reef, horizon buckling. To meet what comes the body cleaves from all that is human.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918. 12 Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918. 12. The Windhover To Christ our Lord I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, 5 As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing! Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion 10 Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.