Poetry
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Period 6/7
Table of Contents
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Slide 3: Step 1
Slides 4 & 5: Step 2
Slides 6 – 9: Step 3
Slides 10 – 17: Step 4
Slides 18 & 19: Step 5
Analysis of a Poem
Hero-Worship
A face seen passing in a crowded street,
A voice heard singing music, large and
free;
And from that moment life is changed,
and we
Become of more heroic temper, meet
To freely ask and give, a man complete
Radiant because of faith, we dare to be
What Nature meant us. Brave idolatry
Which can conceive a hero! No deceit,
No knowledge taught by unrelenting
years,
Can quench this fierce, untamable desire.
We know that what we long for once
achieved
Will cease to satisfy. Be still our fears;
If what we worship fail us, still the fire
Burns on, and it is much to have believed.
By Amy Lowell
Source:
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/Ti
tleIdx/titles-h.html
 Key: No simile, no metaphor,
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hyperbole = green, personification
= purple, imagery = brown, no
onomatopoeia
Literal Meaning: a man/woman
realized that he/she has a great
purpose in life
Mood: heroic, filled with hope
Symbolism: “radiant because of
faith” is our ability to become
stronger in what we believe in
Diction: some long words, easily
understood
Rhythm: A-B-B-A-A-B-B-A-C-D-CC-D-C
Theme: Any person can become a
hero, under the right
circumstances
Compare/Contrast
So?
So you aren't Tolstoy or Saint Francis
or even a well-known singer
of popular songs and will never read Greek
or speak French fluently,
will never see something no one else
has seen before through a lens
or with the naked eye.
You've been given just the one life
in this world that matters
and upon which every other life
somehow depends as long as you live,
and also given the costly gifts of hunger,
choice, and pain with which to raise
a modest shrine to meaning.
(Leonard Nathan)
Source:
http://members.accessus.net/~bradley/explo
ringidentitypoems.html
Life Poem
Who AM I?
© By Queenie J. Mack
WHO AM I?
Who is my mother and my father?
Am I of the masculine trait or of the softer
sex?
Am I in an abundance of wealth, or will I live
in poverty?
What schools will I attend?
Will I have friends, or lots of enemies?
What will I grow up to be, a teacher or an
engineer?
Who am I?
Will I get married and have lots of children?
What does my family'home look like?
Can you see Jesus, can You see?
Source:
http://www.poetryamerica.com/read_poems.asp?id=
374607
Similarities
Differences
• Both are poems of
what we might
become
• Free verse
• Both state that life
has many surprises in
store for us
• The tone of one is matter-offact, the other is pleading
• One focuses on a broader
spectrum, the other wonders of
his/her existence
• One assures, the other
laments
• One answers a question, the
other asks
Poem Variations
Ballad: brief narrative poem; contains two- or four-line
stanzas, refrain. Typically based on an folk lore/legends
(song-like)
Couplet: dual lines in a poem, rhyming ends; short stanza
Elegy: a poem that mourns one that is dead, consolation, or
praise; very formal
Epic: long narrative poem, hails a legend of old, usually
simple style but heroic dialogue and such
Lyric: any poem that expresses and individuals’ feelings
Ode: lyric poem, praises an object or idea; very
long/sustained
Sonnet: form of poetry in fourteen lines with 5-part iambic
pattern; English style contains six alternating rhymes/two
couplets
Source: http://www.poeticbyway.com/glossary.html
Poem Variations: Elegy
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O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack,
the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for
you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores
a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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Source: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15754
Poem Variations: Ode
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Ode on Melancholy
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous
tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
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By John Keats
Source:
http://www.everypoet.co
m/archive/poetry/John_
Keats/keats_ode_on_me
lancholy.htm
Poem Variations: Epic
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Beowulf
by Anonymous
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Episode I
Now Beowulf bode in the burg of the Scyldings,
leader beloved, and long he ruled
in fame with all folk, since his father had gone
away from the world, till awoke an heir,
haughty Healfdene, who held through life,
sage and sturdy, the Scyldings glad.
Then, one after one, there woke to him,
to the chieftain of clansmen, children four:
Heorogar, then Hrothgar, then Halga brave;
and I heard that -- was -- 's queen,
the Heathoscylfing's helpmate dear.
To Hrothgar was given such glory of war,
such honor of combat, that all his kin
obeyed him gladly till great grew his band
of youthful comrades. It came in his mind
to bid his henchmen a hall uprear,
ia master mead-house, mightier far
than ever was seen by the sons of earth,
and within it, then, to old and young
he would all allot that the Lord had sent him,
save only the land and the lives of his men.
Wide, I heard, was the work commanded,
for many a tribe this mid-earth round,
to fashion the folkstead. It fell, as he ordered,
in rapid achievement that ready it stood there,
of halls the noblest: Heorot he named it
whose message had might in many a land.
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Source:
http://www.everypoet.
com/archive/poetry/an
onymous/Beowulf_epi
sode_1.htm
Original Poetry
By Graham Lyon
Dream On
Sing with me,
Sing for the year,
Sing from laughter,
Sing from a tear.
Sing with me,
Only for a day,
Else the Lord will just
Take it away.
Dream on, and if you do,
Dream on ‘till your dreams come true!
Much Thanks to Aerosmith!
Courage
Courage is silver.
It sounds like the pure tone of
a bell.
It tastes like a hot meal after a
long winter’s work.
It smells of the sweat and labor
from the field.
It makes you as strong and
proud as the lion.
Patriot
Loyal, fanatic
Serving, obeying, unquestioning
Leader, historical – power hungry, selfish
Scheming, untrusting, double-crossing
Deceitful, disloyal
Traitor
Limerick
Once in the state of New York,
There was a boat made of cork.
When sent to the Atlantic,
The crew became frantic!
The ship’s captain was a dork.
So Much…
So much depends
upon
A new hockey
stick
Made with flawless
dedication
Beside the icy
puck.
Hero of Jerusalem
In a land with a scorching sun,
Of the crusaders, there is one
Who remains in the memories of all:
William the Marshal, heeding the call
To fight for Christ, to take back the
land
That belongs in King Richard’s hand.
The wars he fought, the lives he
saved
And ended. The roads that were
paved
Within the holy city he tread upon.
The fight for the Holy Land: a glorious
new dawn.
I Am Paul Revere
I am the Rider of the night.
I wonder of America’s future.
I hear galloping horses.
I see children playing.
I want my descendants to live without fear.
I am the Rider of the night.
I imagine an America that is free.
I feel apprehensive of the Brits.
I touch my trusty steed.
I worry of the coming war.
I cry for those about to be lost.
I am the Rider of the night.
I understand the British jealousy,
I say they should go away.
I dream of a flawless victory,
I will try to see it be done.
I hope we may be our own nation some day!
I am the Rider of the night.
Poem-Response
XXII.
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
By Emily Dickinson
Source: http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Emily-Dickinson/emilydickinson-poems-life-22.htm
Response
In an “Untitled” poem by Emily Dickinson, the speaker is explaining why she (or he) does not want
to waste the rest of their lives in hate, saying how “the grave would hinder me”. The second
stanza states that life, it would seem, is also too short for love, but that the speaker would accept
“the little toil of love”. It would seem the underlying message would be that the brevity of life
should be spent on something productive, in this case, love instead of hate.
Right off, the poem describes how the speaker “had no time to hate… nor had (I) time to love”. As
such, the message of life being a short, but valuable, experience is known right off the bat. Also, it
heavily hints at the fact that we only get one chance at life, and that we need to make our choices
carefully. However, the speaker mentions that “some industry must be”, meaning that we cannot
spend our lives doing nothing at all, so one might as well go with what he or she feels best with.
I find the poem compelling, though quite short. When I was younger, there was some pent-up
anger and angst within, and I forgot that anything rash I did would haunt me forever. As such, I
have tried to improve from there so that I may have good memories of my childhood when I grow
old and grey.
Thank God…
Bibliography
“Dream On” from Aerosmith (Slides 10 –
17)
 “Original Prankster” from The Offspring
(End slide)
 Photos of Paul Revere/Lenny Kravitz
courtesy of Google search
 All other backgrounds/photos from clip art
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