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Lyric Poetry most Lyric poetry is the most common form of poetry mood Lyric Poetry is poetry that expresses a mood, feeling, idea, or any other personal thought Lyric Poetry does not tell a story Lyric Poetry does have rhyme and meter
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Sub-genres of Lyric poetry Song: The most common is the song, including popular songs that are heard frequently on the radio. The words to songs are often inaccurately referred to as “lyrics.” The entire song is the lyric. Sonnet: The next best-known lyric is the sonnet, which may be in the Petrarchan or Italian form, Elizabethan or Shakespearean or English form, or the American or innovative form. Villanelle: The villanelle is a widely used form. The most widely read and studied villanelle is without a doubt Dylan Thomas’ “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night.”Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night Ode: The ode usually exalts it subject. It is dedicated to one theme to honor its subject usually an important person or idea such a freedom. Elegy: The elegy is a highly formal verse focusing on death or any other solemn subject.
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We Do It! Read “A Time to Talk” Answer q’s 1, 3, 5, do rhyme scheme, identify literary elements Read “Fire and Ice” Answer question 6, do rhyme scheme, identify literary elements Read “Dust of Snow” Answer question 4, do rhyme scheme, identify literary elements Read all three poems Answer q’s 2, 8, 10, and Literary Elements 1 and 2
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The Road Less Traveled By 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. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUaQgR iJukA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu8YKM VV648 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZGiEG Aa3c8
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening 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 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 is 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. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=- Cpr5pLoxGo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B RmT9zP2vKk
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Sitting by the Fire on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost’s Cat (Henry Beard) Whose chair this is by now I know. He’s somewhere in the forest though; He will not see me sitting here A place I’m not supposed to go. He really is a little queer To leave his fire’s cozy cheer And ride out by the frozen lake The coldest evening of the year. To love the snow it takes a flake: The chill that makes your footpads ache, The drifts too high to lurk or creep, The icicles that drip and break. His chair is comfy, soft and deep. But I have got an urge to leap, And mice to catch before I sleep, And mice to catch before I sleep.
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Stealing Thy Words on a Slow Evening Whose words these are I think I know. His poems are on the Internet though. He will not see me browsing here to have my words sound like a pro. My little mouse must think it queer to be clicked with no thought near between the words and fraudulent take this dubious evening of the year. I give his rubber cord a shake to ask if there are more to make. The only other sound’s the sweep of cut and paste and dowdy fake. My words aren’t lovely, dark or deep, but I have publishing stats to reap. And poems to write before I sleep. © Paul Dickey
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Poetry Response Use the Copy Change Organizer to create your own poem with the same rhyme scheme as the original poem.
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