2. Respond in writing to the text. What is the meaning of this picture? Analyze for sensory detail, theme, and purpose. How can an image be distorted by individual perception? How can we translate the image into words?

3. Paul Casper. 2005.

4. I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell! They'd advertise -- you know! How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell one's name the livelong day To an admiring bog!

5. garryhobartphoto.com

6. A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,That went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, Were they pearls, What necklaces could be! The dust replaced in hoisted Roa The birds jocoser sung; The sunshine threw his hat away, The orchards spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected And bathed them in the glee; The East put out a single flag, And signed the fete away.

7. Anna Pickard. 2007. guardian.co.uk,guardian.co.uk

8. THE SOUL selects her own Society-- Then-- shuts the Door-- On her divine Majority-- Present no more-- Unmoved-- she notes the Chariots-- pausing At her low Gate-- Unmoved-- an emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat-- I ’ve known her-- from an ample nation -- Choose One-- Then-- close the Valves of her attention -- Like Stone--

9. http://www.flickr.com/photos/rcbpoetry/3233717334/

10.  Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightening to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind---

11. Melissa Pham 2/27/08

12. BECAUSE I could not stop for Death - He kindly stopped for me – The carriage held but just Ourselves— And Immortality. We slowly drove— he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his Civility— We passed the School where children strove At Recess - in the Ring - We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain— We passed the Setting Sun— Or rather– He passed Us— The Dews drew quivering and chill— For only Gossamer, my Gown— My Tippet– Only Tulle— We paused before a House that seemed A swelling of the Ground— The Roof was scarcely visible— The Cornice– in the Ground— Since then --’tis centuries– and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses’ Heads Were toward Eternity--