1. DARMINAH FKIP-UT dminah@mail.ut.ac.id
POETRY
DARMINAH
FKIP-UT

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

3. 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

4. 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.

5. 2. The versification of Poetry
Stanza
Lines
Rhyme
Rhythm
Meter

6. 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;

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

8. 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.

9. 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.

10. 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:

11. 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!

12. 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.

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

14. 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.

15. 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

16. 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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