Imagery
Use the image as the evidence of the emotion or abstraction. The image is the
symptom of the emotion or abstraction.
NO
“He felt nervous.”
YES
“Sweaty palms and shallow breathing betrayed
him.”
“Hands shaking, she gnawed her lower lip in a
vain attempt to steady her nerves.”
Sensory Term
Auditory
Visual
Olfactory
Gustatory
Tactile
Kinesthetic
Organic
Verb
hear
see
smell
taste
touch
external move
internal move: rolling stomach, pounding headache
Sample Poems with an image on every line: Look in your blue textbook (or black
textbook in room) or online.
“Heat” by H.D.
“Traveling through the dark” by William Stafford
“Neutral Tones” by Thomas Hardy
“Old Ladies Home” by Sylvia Plath
“Meeting at Night” by Robert Browning
“Eight O’Clock” by A.E. Housman
“The Lake Isle of Innisfree” by William Butler Yeats (pronounce “Yates”)
“Digging” by Seamus Heaney (pronounce “Haney”)
“The Forge” by Seamus Heaney
“Anthem for Doomed Youth” by Wilfred Owen
“Reapers” by Jean Toomer
“The Dance” by William Carlos Williams
“To Autumn” by John Keats
“The Lipstick in the Mirror” by Tom Disch
“Bright Star” by John Keats
“Fourteen” by Marilyn Hacker
“I taste a liquor never brewed” by Emily Dickinson
“Dream Deferred” by Langston Hughes
“The Victims” by Sharon Olds
“A Noiseless Patient Spider” by Walt Whitman
“I started Early – Took my Dog” by Emily Dickinson
“Out, Out – “ by Robert Frost
“Bells for John Whiteside’s Daughter”
“Life with Father” by Walter McDonald
by John Crowe Ransom
“The Caged Skylark” by Gerard Manley Hopkins
“My mistress’ eyes” by William Shakespeare
“Fern Hill” by Dylan Thomas
“Getting Out” by Cleopatra Mathis
“My Papa’s Waltz” by Theodore Roethke
“God’s Grandeur” by Gerard Manley Hopkins
“We Real Cool” by Gwendolyn Brooks
“The Fly” by Karl Shapiro
“Woman Work” by Maya Angelou
“A Description of Morning” by Jonathan Swift
We Real Cool
Gwendolyn Brooks, 1917 - 2000
THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
EIGHT O'CLOCK
A.E. Housman 1859-1936
He stood, and heard the steeple
Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people
It tossed them down.
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,
He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;
And then the clock collected in the tower
Its strength, and struck.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.