Poetic Rhythm and Rhyme

RHYTHM BEAT METER

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Unstressed Stressed Scansion The act of scanning or analyzing poetry in terms of rhythm (basically looking for syllable patterns) Unstressed Stressed

Meter Patterns of stressed and unstressed syllables The basic unit of meter is a foot. 5 patterns Iamb  / Trochee /  Anapest   / Dactyl /   Spondee / /

 / Iambic feet  /  /   /  / I asked my mo·ther for fif·ty cents  /  /   /  / I asked my mo·ther for fif·ty cents  /  /  / x /  / To see the el·e·phant jump the fence /  /  /  / He jumped so high, he touched the sky  /  /  /   /   / And he did not come back ‘til the Fourth of Ju·ly

Shakespeare’s SONNET 138 When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor’d youth Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress’d. But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore, I lie with her and she with me And in our faults by lies we flatter’d be.

Trochaic feet /  /  /  /  /  /  /  Pe·ter Pi·per picked a peck of pick·led pep·pers x /  /  /  /  /  /  If Pe·ter Pi·per picked a peck of pick·led pep·pers /  /  /  /  Where’s the peck of pick·led pep·pers  /  /  / (iambic) That Pe·ter Pi·per picked?

The Tyger by William Blake Tyger. Tyger The Tyger by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,  In the forests of the night,  What immortal hand or eye  Could frame thy fearful symmetry?  In what distant deeps or skies  Burnt the fire in thine eyes?  On what wings dare he aspire?  What the hand dare seize the fire?  And what shoulder, and what art?  Could twist the sinews of thy heart?  And when thy heart began to beat,  What dread hand, and what dread feet?  What the hammer? What the chain?  In what furnace was thy brain?  What the anvil? What dread grasp  Dare its deadly terrors clasp?  When the stars threw down their spears,  And watered heaven with their tears,  Did he smile his work to see?  Did he who made the Lamb, make thee?  Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,  In the forests of the night,  What immortal hand or eye  Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Anapestic feet   / Edward Lear There was an old man in a tree  /   /   / There was an old man in a tree  /   /   / Who was hor·rib·ly bored by a bee   /   / When they said, "Does it buzz?“   /   / He re·plied, "Yes, it does!   /   /   / It's a reg·u·lar brute of a bee!" Edward Lear

A Limerick by by Edward Lear: (limerics contain anapestic meter) There was an Old Man with a beard, Who said, “It’s just as I feared! Two Owls and a Hen Four Larks and a Wren Have all built their nests in my beard!”

/   Dactylic feet Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain, Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies. Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers, That grow so incredibly high. Lucy in the sky with diamonds, Ah, Ah

Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson Half a league, half a league, Half a league, onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!” he said: Into the valley of Death

Spondaic feet / / Rarely an entire line of poetry / / /   / See Saw, Margery Daw / / / / I scream. You scream. /  /  /  We all scream for ice cream From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells -  From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. -- E.A. Poe

Quiz 1. Name the pattern seen in this poem: So deep in love am I, Till all the seas go dry. 2. Name the pattern seen here: I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told my wrath, my wrath did grow.

Metrical Lines One foot monometer Two feet dimeter Three feet trimeter Four feet tetrameter Five feet pentameter Six feet hexameter

Type of poetic feet + number of feet per line Iambic Trochaic Anapestic Dactylic Spondaic Monometer Dimeter Trimeter Tetrameter Pentameter Hexameter

Quiz part 2 if a poem had 1 foot per line, and the foot was Iambic (1 stressed + 1 unstressed), what type of poem would it be? 4. if a poem had 2 feet per line, and the foot was iambic, what type of poem would it be?

Meters and Feet 5. If a poem had 4 feet per line, and the foot was iambic, what type of poem would it be? 6. If a poem had 3 feet per line, and the foot was trochaic, what type of poem would it be?

Stanza Forms 2 line stanzas: couplets 3 line stanzas: tercets triplets: aaa bbb ccc ddd terza rima: aba bcb cdc ded 4 line stanzas: quatrains 5 line stanzas: quintets 6 line stanzas: sestets 7 line stanzas: septets 8 line stanzas: octaves

Poetry Stanzas and forms

Rhyme Scheme The ends of lines repeat the same sounds. Mary had a little jam, she spread it on a waffle. And if she hadn't eaten ten she wouldn't feel so _____. A B C B The snow came down And covered the town The snow came down last night The snow came down And covered the town And left it snowy _____. A A B A A B

Shakespeare’s SONNET 138 When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor’d youth Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress’d. But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore, I lie with her and she with me And in our faults by lies we flatter’d be.

Kinds of Rhyme Exact: eye/sky/pie; sing/ding/ring Near or Half: sing/dung/rang Eye: tough/through/dough Internal: "Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December"

Rhyme Patterns Onomatopoeia – words that sound like what they represent Buzz Hiss Roar Woof Tick-tock Alliteration –repetition of sounds Initial: The wild and woolly walrus waits and wonders when we’ll walk by. Internal: baobab; purple potpourri Final: “Knox in box. Fox in socks. Knox on fox in socks in box. “ – Dr. Suess Assonance – same vowel sounds Fleet feet sweep by sleeping geese Three free throws. Repeated words …and Sky was chasing chasing chasing with his feet going every which way and his tail wag-wag-wagging

BELLS by Edgar Allen Poe I. Hear the sledges with the bells -  Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells -  From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Now let’s try this: Choose a topic from your writings (decision paper, yesterday’s journal, today’s journal) or anything else you choose. Poem does not have to rhyme, but must show a metrical pattern, contain at least three rhetorical or poetic devices (written on board), and must be between three and 20 lines.

Interpretation Title – Paraphrase – Connotation – Attitude (tone) – Shifts - Title- Theme -

Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich - yes, richer than a king - And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. Sound and Sense