1. Introduction to Poetry
Week 3 Vocabulary
Introduction to Poetry
Standards: RL.7.4, RL.7.5, RL.7.7, RL.7.10, RI.7.4, SL.7.1, SL.7.4, L.7.4, L.7.5, L.7.6

2. Poetry An imaginative expression of ideas and emotions
What does this mean in your own words?
Poetry usually:
Is arranged in lines.
Uses compressed/shrunken language to make a point.
Has a regular pattern of rhythm.
Uses literary devices to appeal to our emotions and imagination
Poetry sometimes:
Has a regular rhyme scheme

3. These will be your vocabulary words this week.
Poetry Terms
These will be your vocabulary words this week.

4. 1. Stanza
The division of lines in a poem; a poem’s “paragraph.”

5. Number the Stanzas A Birthday by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
     Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon (calm) sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
         Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais (throne) of silk and down;
         Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
         And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
         In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lis;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Daddy Fell Into the Pond
By Alfred Nolyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey. We had nothing to do and nothing to say. We were nearing the end of a dismal day, And then there seemed to be nothing beyond, Then Daddy fell into the pond! And everyone's face grew merry and bright, And Timothy danced for sheer delight. "Give me the camera, quick, oh quick! He's crawling out of the duckweed!" Click! Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee, And doubled up, shaking silently, And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft, And it sounded as if the old drake laughed. Oh, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
When Daddy Fell into the pond!
Nothing Gold Can Stay
By Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

6. 2. End Rhyme
Words at the end of lines rhyme

7. Label the end rhyme from The Rime of Ancient Mariner
The Secret Heart  By Robert P. Tristram Coffin 
Across the years he could recall  His father one way best of all. 
In the stillest hour of night  The boy awakened to a light. 
Half in dreams, he saw his sire  5 With his great hands full of fire. 
The man had struck a match to see  If his son slept peacefully. 
He held his palms each side the spark  His love had kindled in the dark. 10
His two hands were curved apart  In the semblance of a heart. 
He wore, it seemed to his small son,  A bare heart on his hidden one, 
A heart that gave out such a glow 15 No son awake could bear to know. 
It showed a look upon a face  Too tender for the day to trace. 
One instant, it lit all about,  And then the secret heart went out. 20
But it shone long enough for one  To know that hands held up the sun.
Stopping by Woods On a Snowy evening,
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it's queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
from The Rime of Ancient Mariner
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
"Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink."

8. 3. Rhyme Scheme The pattern of rhyme.
Labeled with the letters of the alphabet (ex. aabb or abab)

9. Label the Rhyme Scheme Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost
Daddy Fell Into the Pond
By Alfred Nolyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey. We had nothing to do and nothing to say. We were nearing the end of a dismal day, And then there seemed to be nothing beyond, Then Daddy fell into the pond! And everyone's face grew merry and bright, And Timothy danced for sheer delight. "Give me the camera, quick, oh quick! He's crawling out of the duckweed!" Click! Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee, And doubled up, shaking silently, And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft, And it sounded as if the old drake laughed. Oh, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
When Daddy Fell into the pond!
Nothing Gold Can Stay
By Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Stopping by Woods On a Snowy evening,
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it's queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
from The Rime of Ancient Mariner
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
"Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink."

10. Figurative Language within Poetry
These will be your vocabulary words this week.

11. 4. Alliteration Repetition of beginning consonant sounds in
words close together. Example: “Sally Sells Sea shells”

12. Identify Alliteration
A Birthday
by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
     Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon (calm) sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
         Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais (throne) of silk and down;
         Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
         And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
         In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lis;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Stopping by Woods On a Snowy evening,
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it's queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

13. 5. Onomatopoeia
The use of a word whose sound imitates its meaning.

14. Identify Onomatopoeia
Daddy Fell Into the Pond
By Alfred Nolyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey. We had nothing to do and nothing to say. We were nearing the end of a dismal day, And then there seemed to be nothing beyond, Then Daddy fell into the pond! And everyone's face grew merry and bright, And Timothy danced for sheer delight. "Give me the camera, quick, oh quick! He's crawling out of the duckweed!" Click! Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee, And doubled up, shaking silently, And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft, And it sounded as if the old drake laughed. Oh, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
When Daddy Fell into the pond!

15. 6. Simile
A comparison between two things using “like” or “as.”

16. Identify Similes A Birthday by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
     Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon (calm) sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
         Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais (throne) of silk and down;
         Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
         And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
         In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lis;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

17. 7. Metaphor
A comparison between 2 things without using “like” or “as.” These can be implicit or explicit!

18. Identify Metaphors Fame is a bee by Emily Dickinson
Fame is a bee. It has a song -- It has a sting -- Ah, too, it has a wing.
Hope is the Thing with Feathers,
by Emily Dickinson "Hope" is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I've heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet – never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

19. 8. Personification
A figure of speech in which a non-human thing (an idea, object, or animal) is given human characteristics.

20. Identify Personification
Daddy Fell Into the Pond
By Alfred Nolyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey. We had nothing to do and nothing to say. We were nearing the end of a dismal day, And then there seemed to be nothing beyond, Then Daddy fell into the pond! And everyone's face grew merry and bright, And Timothy danced for sheer delight. "Give me the camera, quick, oh quick! He's crawling out of the duckweed!" Click! Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee, And doubled up, shaking silently, And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft, And it sounded as if the old drake laughed. Oh, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
When Daddy Fell into the pond!
Hope is the Thing with Feathers,
by Emily Dickinson "Hope" is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I've heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet – never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
The Road Not Taken,
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

21. 9. Imagery
Vivid description that appeals to the senses (sight, touch, taste, smell, and/or hearing)

22. Identify Imagery Meeting at Night by Robert Browning
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Stopping by Woods On a Snowy evening,
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it's queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

23. 10. Symbol
A concrete or real object used to represent an idea.

24. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Excerpt from The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
            Nameless here for evermore.
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
The Road Not Taken,
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.