Write Your own Poetry Prompt!
- Pick any poem out of the
Literature Sense & Sound book and make a TPCASTT.
- Based on the Sample Question 1
Assignments that I gave you on Friday, write a Question 1 Prompt.
- Post the poem and the prompt on
the class blog.
- After the poems and prompts are
posted on the blog, choose one to write your Question 1 Essay. Claim the poem by
posting your name underneath the poem & prompt. Only one person can sign up
for each poem. (There may be an instance where two people sign up for the same
poem, but do that as a last resort only!!!)
- After you have “claimed” a poem.
Write a Question 1 essay. Share this as a Google document with me and the
writer of the prompt. This is due Friday
- By Tuesday, you should have graded
and scored your partner’s essay.
“Death, be not Proud” by John Donne and “Suicide’s Note” by Langston Hughes both center on the topic of death. Compare and contrast the authors’ attitudes towards death, analyzing each author’s use of literary techniques such as figurative language and personification.
ReplyDelete“Suicide’s Note” by Langston Hughes
The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
“Death, be not Proud” by John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Tessa Gardner
DeleteRead the following poem carefully and then write a well-organized essay in which you analyze the techniques the poet uses to convey her attitude toward death.
ReplyDeleteDo Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
By: Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Alyssa Merchant alyssamerchant1996@gmail.com
DeleteIn "To a Daughter Leaving Home", Linda Pastan creates the classic scenario of a parent teaching their child to ride a bicycle. In a well organized essay, analyze the literary devices the poet uses to develop their relationship.
ReplyDelete"To a Daughter Leaving Home": Linda Pastan
When I taught you
at eight to ride
a bicycle, loping along
beside you
as you wobbled away
on two round wheels
my own mouth rounding
in surprise when you pulled
ahead down the curved
path of the park;
I kept waiting
for the thud
of your crash as I
sprinter to catch up.
while you grew
smaller, more breakable
with distance,
pumping, pumping,
for your life, screaming
with laughter,
the hair flapping
behind you like a
handkerchief waving
goodbye.
Joanna Fletcher- "To a Daughter Leaving Home"
DeletePrompt: In the following poem by Robert Frost, the speaker makes a short retreat to take in the beauty of snowy woods. In a well written essay, analyze the literary techniques the poet used to develop the speaker's conflicting feelings.
ReplyDelete"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"-
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 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.
Jordan Bird
DeleteWoman Work
ReplyDeleteMaya Angelou
I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.
Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own.
Read carefully the poem by Maya Angelou. Then write an essay analyzing how Angelou employs literary devices to develop the speaker's attitude towards nature.
Luke sain
DeleteCarefully read the poem by Robert Frost. Then write a well-organized essay in which you analyze how Frost uses literary devices to develop the speaker's attitude toward "gold" always fading.
ReplyDelete"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
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.
Lindsey Wooten
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DeleteIn "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" (version 2) by Mary Elizabeth Frye, the speaker addresses the subject of dying. Read the poem carefully and then write a well-organized essay in which you analyze the authors feelings on death through the use of literary devices such as diction, imagery and tone.
ReplyDelete"Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" Version 2 (the author rewrote the poem in 1932)
By: Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am in the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush,
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the star shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there.
I did not die.
Email: tjgjean@gmail.com
Virginia Crooks
DeleteRead carefully the following poem by Langston Hughes. Then write an essay analyzing how Hughes employs literary techniques to contribute to his feelings of postponed dreams.You may wish to consider elements such as similes and imagery.
ReplyDeleteHarlem
By Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
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Abby Hord hordabby@gmail.com
DeleteIn William Shakespeare's "Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?", he illustrates a loved one in comparison to the feelings the speaker is granted with on a joyful summer day. Carefully analyze this poem and write a well organized essay in which you explore the way that Shakespeare utilizes both imagery and diction along with selection of detail to create the sense that the one being alluded to gives life to the speaker.
ReplyDelete"Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?" By William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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Andrew Cesmat andrewcesmat@gmail.com
DeleteRead carefully the following poem by William Carlos Williams, paying close attention to the speaker's attitude towards springtime. Then, in a well-written essay, analyze how the literary techniques used in this poem contribute to its meaning.
ReplyDelete"The Widow's Lament in Springtime" by William Carlos Williams
Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before, but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year.
Thirty-five years
I lived with my husband.
The plum tree is white today
with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers
load the cherry branches
and color some bushes
yellow and some red,
but the grief in my heart
is stronger than they,
for though they were my joy
formerly, today I notice them
and turn away forgetting.
Today my son told me
that in the meadows,
at the edge of the heavy woods
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them.
andrewcesmat@gmail.com
Eryn Upton
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Read the following poem by Emily Dickinson. Then, write an essay in which you analyze the literary devices that the author uses for the creation of the paradox within the poem.
ReplyDeleteMuch Madness is divinest Sense
By Emily Dickinson
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -
’Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you’re straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -
Maddi Long
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kylehatley99@gmail.com
DeleteRead the following poem by Emily Dickinson. Then, write an essay in which you analyze the literary devices that the author uses to create meaning within the poem.
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ReplyDeleteRead the following poem by Robert Frost (1874-1963). Then write a well-organized essay which you analyze how literary devices help portray the complex relationship between nature and gold.
ReplyDelete"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.
leitonraxel@gmail.com
Hailey Byers (haileybyers188@gmail.com)
DeleteNew prompt: Read the following poem by Robert Frost. Then write a well-organized essay in which you convey the meaning of the poem through literary devices.
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ReplyDeleteRead the following poem by Elizabeth Bishop carefully paying close attention to what the speaker suggests about the dogs "naked condition" and then write a well-developed essay. Analyze how the speakers is more complex than it seems at first through the use of literary devices.
ReplyDeletePink Dog
Elizabeth Bishop
The sun is blazing and the sky is blue.
Umbrellas clothe the beach in every hue.
Naked, you trot across the avenue.
Oh, never have I seen a dog so bare!
Naked and pink, without a single hair...
Startled, the passersby draw back and stare.
Of course they're mortally afraid of rabies.
You are not mad; you have a case of scabies
but look intelligent. Where are your babies?
(A nursing mother, by those hanging teats.)
In what slum have you hidden them, poor bitch,
while you go begging, living by your wits?
Didn't you know? It's been in all the papers,
to solve this problem, how they deal with beggars?
They take and throw them in the tidal rivers.
Yes, idiots, paralytics, parasites
go bobbing int the ebbing sewage, nights
out in the suburbs, where there are no lights.
If they do this to anyone who begs,
drugged, drunk, or sober, with or without legs,
what would they do to sick, four-legged dogs?
In the cafés and on the sidewalk corners
the joke is going round that all the beggars
who can afford them now wear life preservers.
In your condition you would not be able
even to float, much less to dog-paddle.
Now look, the practical, the sensible
solution is to wear a fantasía.
Tonight you simply can't afford to be a-
n eyesore... But no one will ever see a
dog in máscara this time of year.
Ash Wednesday'll come but Carnival is here.
What sambas can you dance? What will you wear?
They say that Carnival's degenerating
— radios, Americans, or something,
have ruined it completely. They're just talking.
Carnival is always wonderful!
A depilated dog would not look well.
Dress up! Dress up and dance at Carnival!
Kyle Hatley
DeleteRead the following poem carefully and then write a well-organized essay in which you analyze the motif and the literary techniques the author uses to create it, such as personification and diction.
ReplyDelete"Mirror"-Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful --
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Kaitlyn Bailey
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In the following poem by Emily Dickinson, the speaker accounts the event of death. Read the poem carefully, then write a well-developed essay analyzing how Dickinson develops the meaning of the poem through literary devices.
ReplyDelete"There's been a Death, in the Opposite House"
-Emily Dickinson
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,
As lately as Today —
I know it, by the numb look
Such Houses have — alway —
The Neighbors rustle in and out —
The Doctor — drives away —
A Window opens like a Pod —
Abrupt — mechanically —
Somebody flings a Mattress out —
The Children hurry by —
They wonder if It died — on that —
I used to — when a Boy —
The Minister — goes stiffly in —
As if the House were His —
And He owned all the Mourners — now —
And little Boys — besides —
And then the Milliner — and the Man
Of the Appalling Trade —
To take the measure of the House —
There'll be that Dark Parade —
Of Tassels — and of Coaches — soon —
It's easy as a Sign —
The Intuition of the News —
In just a Country Town —
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ReplyDeleteIn the following poem by Thomas Hardy, he discusses death in war. Read the poem and write a well-organized essay explaining how the author employs literary techniques to create the attitude toward war.
ReplyDeleteThe Man He Killed
By Thomas Hardy
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
I shot him dead because —
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although
He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like — just as I —
Was out of work — had sold his traps —
No other reason why.
Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown.
Taylor Stamey
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Read the following poem by Robert Browning carefully. Then, in a well organized essay, analyze how the complexity of the love between the speaker and his/her partner is developed through literary devices.
ReplyDelete"Meeting at Night"
The gray 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, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Mary Prunier
Deletemarykathryn225@gmail.com
Read the following poem by Emily Dickinson and analyze the author's use of literary terms such as selection of detail and diction to how the author compares a moor to heaven.
ReplyDeleteEmily Dickinson : I never saw a moor
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
robmdavisiii@gmail.com
DeleteRead the following poem and analyze how the author conveys the emotional pain the narrator feels. Focus on simile, imagery, and diction.
ReplyDelete"Getting Through" - Deborah Pope
Like a car stuck in gear,
a chicken too stupid to tell
its head is gone,
or sound ratcheting on
long after the fild
has jumped the reel,
or a phone
ringing and ringing
in the house they have all
moved away from,
through rooms where dust
is a deepening skin,
and the locks unneeded,
so I go on loving you,
my heart blundering on,
a muscle spilling out
what is no longer wanted,
and my words hurtling past,
like a train off its track,
toward a boarded-up station,
closed for years,
like some last speaker
of a beautiful language
no one else can hear.
nancy.arevalo97@gmail.com
DeleteIn the following poem by Richard Wilbur, the speaker highlights a fire truck responding to a call. Read the poem carefully, then write a well-developed essay analyzing how Wilbur shapes the meaning of the poem through literary devices such as imagery and point of view.
ReplyDeleteA Fire- Truck
Right down the shocked street with a
siren-blast
That sends all else skittering to the
curb,
Redness, brass, ladders and hats hurl
past,
Blurring to sheer verb,
Shift at the corner into uproarious gear
And make it around the turn in a squall
of traction,
The headlong bell maintaining sure and
clear,
Thought is degraded action!
Beautiful, heavy, unweary, loud,
obvious thing!
I stand here purged of nuance, my
mind a blank.
All I was brooding upon has taken
wing,
And I have you to thank.
As you howl beyond hearing I carry you
into my mind,
Ladders and brass and all, there to
admire
Your phoenix-red simplicity, enshrined
In that not extinguished fire.
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DeleteIn the following poem by Robert Frost, the speaker illustrates and experience of solitude. Read the poem carefully, then write a well-developed essay analyzing how Frost shapes the meaning of the poem through literary devices such imagery and diction.
ReplyDeleteStopping 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 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.
Raxel Leiton leitonraxel@gmail.com
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