Ode

An ode is a serious, and meditative lyric poem that treats a noble or otherwise important subject. It deals with a single theme. An ode is a serious, and meditative lyric poem that treats a noble or otherwise important subject. It deals with a single theme. The purpose of an ode is to celebrate an object or idea. Odes often honor people, commemorate events, or respond to natural scenes. The purpose of an ode is to celebrate an object or idea. Odes often honor people, commemorate events, or respond to natural scenes. The tone is elaborate and dignified, never silly. The tone is elaborate and dignified, never silly. The ode may not have end rhyme or regular rhythm. The ode may not have end rhyme or regular rhythm. The number of lines and length can vary, but odes are usually long with varying line lengths. The number of lines and length can vary, but odes are usually long with varying line lengths.

Ode To Enchanted Light By Pablo Neruda Under the trees light has dropped from the top of the sky, light like a green latticework of branches, shining on every leaf, drifting down like clean white sand. A cicada sends its sawing song high into the empty air. The world is a glass overflowing with water.

Mushrooms By Sylvia Plath Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room. Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding, Even the paving. Our hammers, our rams, Earless and eyeless, Perfectly voiceless, Widen the crannies, Shoulder through holes. We Diet on water, On crumbs of shadow, Bland-mannered, asking Little or nothing. So many of us! We are shelves, we are Tables, we are meek, We are edible, Nudgers and shovers In spite of ourselves. Our kind multiplies: We shall by morning Inherit the earth. Our foot's in the door.

Write a response to one of the poems: What do you think and feel about it What do you think and feel about it What do you notice about it. Consider: What do you notice about it. Consider: Metaphors/Similes Metaphors/Similes Parallelism Parallelism Poetic Shift Poetic Shift Connotation/Denotation Connotation/Denotation Rhyme Rhyme Rhythm/Meter Rhythm/Meter Sound Devices Sound Devices Imagery Imagery What questions do you have about it What questions do you have about it What meanings did you discover What meanings did you discover

Elegy

An elegy is a solemn, formal poem that reflects on or laments the death of something or someone. An elegy is a solemn, formal poem that reflects on or laments the death of something or someone. The purpose of an elegy is to mourn or memorialize a person or reflect on a subject, such as the loss of something important. The purpose of an elegy is to mourn or memorialize a person or reflect on a subject, such as the loss of something important. The tone is always formal and serious. The tone is always formal and serious. The elegy may or may not have end rhyme or a regular rhythm. The elegy may or may not have end rhyme or a regular rhythm. The number of lines, stanzas, and length varies. The number of lines, stanzas, and length varies.

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways By William Wordsworth SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Half hidden from the eye! --Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! The difference to me!

Dirge Without Music By Edna St.Vincent Millay I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned with lilies and with laurel they go: but I am not resigned. Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains - but the best is lost. The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,- They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world. Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Write a response to one of the poems: What do you think and feel about it What do you think and feel about it What do you notice about it. Consider: What do you notice about it. Consider: Metaphors/Similes Metaphors/Similes Parallelism Parallelism Poetic Shift Poetic Shift Connotation/Denotation Connotation/Denotation Rhyme Rhyme Rhythm/Meter Rhythm/Meter Sound Devices Sound Devices Imagery Imagery What questions do you have about it What questions do you have about it What meanings did you discover What meanings did you discover