Poetry gggggggg Period 6/7

Table of Contents Slide 3: Step 1 Slides 4 & 5: Step 2 Slides 6 – 9: Step 3 Slides 10 – 17: Step 4 Slides 18 & 19: Step 5

Analysis of a Poem Hero-Worship A face seen passing in a crowded street, A face seen passing in a crowded street, A voice heard singing music, large and free; A voice heard singing music, large and free; And from that moment life is changed, and we And from that moment life is changed, and we Become of more heroic temper, meet Become of more heroic temper, meet To freely ask and give, a man complete To freely ask and give, a man complete Radiant because of faith, we dare to be Radiant because of faith, we dare to be What Nature meant us. Brave idolatry What Nature meant us. Brave idolatry Which can conceive a hero! No deceit, Which can conceive a hero! No deceit, No knowledge taught by unrelenting years, No knowledge taught by unrelenting years, Can quench this fierce, untamable desire. Can quench this fierce, untamable desire. We know that what we long for once achieved We know that what we long for once achieved Will cease to satisfy. Be still our fears; Will cease to satisfy. Be still our fears; If what we worship fail us, still the fire If what we worship fail us, still the fire Burns on, and it is much to have believed. Burns on, and it is much to have believed. By Amy Lowell Source: tleIdx/titles-h.html tleIdx/titles-h.html tleIdx/titles-h.html  Key: No simile, no metaphor, hyperbole = green, personification = purple, imagery = brown, no onomatopoeia  Literal Meaning: a man/woman realized that he/she has a great purpose in life  Mood: heroic, filled with hope  Symbolism: “radiant because of faith” is our ability to become stronger in what we believe in  Diction: some long words, easily understood  Rhythm: A-B-B-A-A-B-B-A-C-D-C- C-D-C  Theme: Any person can become a hero, under the right circumstances

Compare/Contrast So? So you aren't Tolstoy or Saint Francis or even a well-known singer of popular songs and will never read Greek or speak French fluently, will never see something no one else has seen before through a lens or with the naked eye. You've been given just the one life in this world that matters and upon which every other life somehow depends as long as you live, and also given the costly gifts of hunger, choice, and pain with which to raise a modest shrine to meaning. (Leonard Nathan) Source: ringidentitypoems.html ringidentitypoems.html Life Poem Who AM I? © By Queenie J. Mack WHO AM I? Who is my mother and my father? Am I of the masculine trait or of the softer sex? Am I in an abundance of wealth, or will I live in poverty? What schools will I attend? Will I have friends, or lots of enemies? What will I grow up to be, a teacher or an engineer? Who am I? Will I get married and have lots of children? What does my family'home look like? Can you see Jesus, can You see? Source:

Similarities Both are poems of what we might become Free verse Both state that life has many surprises in store for us Differences The tone of one is matter-of- fact, the other is pleading One focuses on a broader spectrum, the other wonders of his/her existence One assures, the other laments One answers a question, the other asks

Poem Variations Ballad: brief narrative poem; contains two- or four-line stanzas, refrain. Typically based on an folk lore/legends (song-like) Couplet: dual lines in a poem, rhyming ends; short stanza Elegy: a poem that mourns one that is dead, consolation, or praise; very formal Epic: long narrative poem, hails a legend of old, usually simple style but heroic dialogue and such Lyric: any poem that expresses and individuals’ feelings Ode: lyric poem, praises an object or idea; very long/sustained Sonnet: form of poetry in fourteen lines with 5-part iambic pattern; English style contains six alternating rhymes/two couplets Source:

Poem Variations: Elegy  O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 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 anchor'd 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. Walt WhitmanWalt Whitman  Source:

Poem Variations: Ode Ode on Melancholy Ode on Melancholy No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul. No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul. But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung. She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung. By John Keats By John Keats Source: om/archive/poetry/John _Keats/keats_ode_on_m elancholy.htm Source: om/archive/poetry/John _Keats/keats_ode_on_m elancholy.htm om/archive/poetry/John _Keats/keats_ode_on_m elancholy.htm om/archive/poetry/John _Keats/keats_ode_on_m elancholy.htm

Poem Variations: Epic Beowulf by Anonymous Beowulf by Anonymous Episode I Episode I Now Beowulf bode in the burg of the Scyldings, leader beloved, and long he ruled in fame with all folk, since his father had gone away from the world, till awoke an heir, haughty Healfdene, who held through life, sage and sturdy, the Scyldings glad. Then, one after one, there woke to him, to the chieftain of clansmen, children four: Heorogar, then Hrothgar, then Halga brave; and I heard that -- was -- 's queen, the Heathoscylfing's helpmate dear. To Hrothgar was given such glory of war, such honor of combat, that all his kin obeyed him gladly till great grew his band of youthful comrades. It came in his mind to bid his henchmen a hall uprear, ia master mead-house, mightier far than ever was seen by the sons of earth, and within it, then, to old and young he would all allot that the Lord had sent him, save only the land and the lives of his men. Wide, I heard, was the work commanded, for many a tribe this mid-earth round, to fashion the folkstead. It fell, as he ordered, in rapid achievement that ready it stood there, of halls the noblest: Heorot he named it whose message had might in many a land. Now Beowulf bode in the burg of the Scyldings, leader beloved, and long he ruled in fame with all folk, since his father had gone away from the world, till awoke an heir, haughty Healfdene, who held through life, sage and sturdy, the Scyldings glad. Then, one after one, there woke to him, to the chieftain of clansmen, children four: Heorogar, then Hrothgar, then Halga brave; and I heard that -- was -- 's queen, the Heathoscylfing's helpmate dear. To Hrothgar was given such glory of war, such honor of combat, that all his kin obeyed him gladly till great grew his band of youthful comrades. It came in his mind to bid his henchmen a hall uprear, ia master mead-house, mightier far than ever was seen by the sons of earth, and within it, then, to old and young he would all allot that the Lord had sent him, save only the land and the lives of his men. Wide, I heard, was the work commanded, for many a tribe this mid-earth round, to fashion the folkstead. It fell, as he ordered, in rapid achievement that ready it stood there, of halls the noblest: Heorot he named it whose message had might in many a land. Source: com/archive/poetry/an onymous/Beowulf_epi sode_1.htm Source: com/archive/poetry/an onymous/Beowulf_epi sode_1.htm com/archive/poetry/an onymous/Beowulf_epi sode_1.htm com/archive/poetry/an onymous/Beowulf_epi sode_1.htm

Original Poetry By Graham Lyon

Dream On Sing with me, Sing for the year, Sing from laughter, Sing from a tear. Sing with me, Only for a day, Else the Lord will just Take it away. Dream on, and if you do, Dream on ‘till your dreams come true! Much Thanks to Aerosmith!

Courage Courage is silver. It sounds like the pure tone of a bell. It tastes like a hot meal after a long winter’s work. It smells of the sweat and labor from the field. It makes you as strong and proud as the lion.

Patriot Loyal, fanatic Serving, obeying, unquestioning Leader, historical – power hungry, selfish Scheming, untrusting, double-crossing Deceitful, disloyal Traitor

Limerick Once in the state of New York, There was a boat made of cork. When sent to the Atlantic, The crew became frantic! The ship’s captain was a dork.

So Much… So much depends upon A new hockey stick Made with flawless dedication Beside the icy puck.

Hero of Jerusalem In a land with a scorching sun, Of the crusaders, there is one Who remains in the memories of all: William the Marshal, heeding the call To fight for Christ, to take back the land That belongs in King Richard’s hand. The wars he fought, the lives he saved And ended. The roads that were paved Within the holy city he tread upon. The fight for the Holy Land: a glorious new dawn.

I Am Paul Revere I am the Rider of the night. I wonder of America’s future. I hear galloping horses. I see children playing. I want my descendants to live without fear. I am the Rider of the night. I imagine an America that is free. I feel apprehensive of the Brits. I touch my trusty steed. I worry of the coming war. I cry for those about to be lost. I am the Rider of the night. I understand the British jealousy, I say they should go away. I dream of a flawless victory, I will try to see it be done. I hope we may be our own nation some day! I am the Rider of the night.

Poem-Response XXII. I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love; but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me. By Emily Dickinson Source: dickinson-poems-life-22.htmhttp:// dickinson-poems-life-22.htm

Response In an “Untitled” poem by Emily Dickinson, the speaker is explaining why she (or he) does not want to waste the rest of their lives in hate, saying how “the grave would hinder me”. The second stanza states that life, it would seem, is also too short for love, but that the speaker would accept “the little toil of love”. It would seem the underlying message would be that the brevity of life should be spent on something productive, in this case, love instead of hate. Right off, the poem describes how the speaker “had no time to hate… nor had (I) time to love”. As such, the message of life being a short, but valuable, experience is known right off the bat. Also, it heavily hints at the fact that we only get one chance at life, and that we need to make our choices carefully. However, the speaker mentions that “some industry must be”, meaning that we cannot spend our lives doing nothing at all, so one might as well go with what he or she feels best with. I find the poem compelling, though quite short. When I was younger, there was some pent-up anger and angst within, and I forgot that anything rash I did would haunt me forever. As such, I have tried to improve from there so that I may have good memories of my childhood when I grow old and grey.

Thank God…

Bibliography “Dream On” from Aerosmith (Slides 10 – 17) “Dream On” from Aerosmith (Slides 10 – 17) “Original Prankster” from The Offspring (End slide) “Original Prankster” from The Offspring (End slide) Photos of Paul Revere/Lenny Kravitz courtesy of Google search Photos of Paul Revere/Lenny Kravitz courtesy of Google search All other backgrounds/photos from clip art All other backgrounds/photos from clip art