POETRY YAY!. FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE SIMILE – A comparison using LIKE or AS. Ex: “His words were...

POETRY

YAY!

FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE

SIMILE – A comparison using LIKE or AS. Ex: “His words were like a knife cutting into my soul.”

METAPHOR – A comparison NOT using like or as. Ex: “His words were an arrow and my heart his target.”

PAGE 606 OLD BLUE BOOK

• Read the poem, miss rosie. I LOVE THIS POEM.

1. Find one SIMILE (what is being compared)2. Find one METAPHOR (what is being compared)3. What do you infer happened to Miss Rosie?4. What is the speaker’s attitude toward Miss

Rosie?

PAGE 608-609 OLD BLUE BOOK

Read Metaphor p6081. What is being compared?

Read First Lesson p6092. What is the speaker teaching his daughter to

do?3. What is this activity being compared to?

FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE

EXTENTED METAPHOR – a metaphor that continues throughout the work.

PAGE 612 – 613 OLD BLUE

Read Night Clouds p612 – Extended Metaphor Poem1. Find one example of a metaphor in this poem.2. Overall, what is being compared in the poem?3. Why are the clouds “mares” instead of

“stallions”?Read Sunset p613 – Extended Metaphor Poem4. What three sounds are you asked to hear in lines

4-6?5. Find one example of a simile in this poem.

Figurative Language

PERSONIFICATION – Giving human qualities to non-human objects.

Ex: “My coffee calls to me each morning.”

TALK TO ME, BABY!

Page 618 Old Blue Book

Read The Wind – tapped like a tired Man p6181. Find three lines that contain personification. 2. Find one example of a metaphor.

FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE

IMAGERY – Using VIVID descriptions to create mental images. Sensory Images – words that appeal to the senses.• Taste• Touch• Smell• Sound• Sight

Sensory Images

Use a word or phrase that appeals to each of these: ex – Taste: the spicy shrimp

• Taste: • Touch:• Sound• Sight• Smell

More terms…..

MOOD – the dominate feeling of the poem.

PAGE 628 – OLD BLUE BOOK

• Read Reapers p628

1. What is the mood of this poem?2. What sounds are you asked to hear? 3. How do the sounds in the poem help create

the mood?

MUSICAL DEVICES

ALLITERATION - Repetition of the first consonant sound in several words. (2 or more)

Fat frogs eat funny flies. OR

The frog ate a mighty mosquito.

MUSICAL DEVICES

ASSONANCE - same internal vowel sound.Ex: I made my way to the lake.

CONSONANCE – same internal or ending consonant sound.Ex: It was slick so I picked a walking stick.

MUSICAL DEVICES

ONOMATOPOEIA – Words that imitate actual sounds.

MUSICAL DEVICES

PARALLELLISM – Repetition of the same grammatical structure.

REPETITION – Repeating words or phrases for emphasis.

SLANT RHYME

• Words that almost rhyme or appear to the eye to do so.

• Ex. Said, paid;

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Read My Heart’s in the Highlands p638

1. What two stanzas are repeated?2. Find two lines that have parallel structure.3. Find an example of alliteration.

METER

• METER – the formal rhythm of the poem.

READ – BUFFALO DANCE SONG p642

1. What effect does repetition have on this poem?

2. What does the rhythm of this poem imitate?

More….

• Read Jazz Fantasia p 644

1. Find five musical instruments in stanzas 1&2.2. Find four examples of onomatopoeia.3. How does the mood change in this poem in

the last stanza?

OTHER TYPES OF POEMS

SONNETS… 14 LINES, Iambic Pentameter, abab cdcd efef gg

HAIKU… all about the syllables 5-7-5

CONCRETE… looks like the topic

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; ACoral is far more red than her lips' red; B If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; AIf hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. B I have seen roses damasked, red and white, CBut no such roses see I in her cheeks; D And in some perfumes is there more delight CThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks. DI love to hear her speak, yet well I know EThat music hath a far more pleasing sound; F I grant I never saw a goddess go; EMy mistress when she walks treads on the ground. FAnd yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare GAs any she belied with false compare. G

HaikuAs the wind does blow

Across the trees, I see theBuds blooming in May

I walk across sandAnd find myself blisteringIn the hot, hot heat Falling to the ground,

I watch a leaf settle down In a bed of brown. It’s cold—and I waitFor someone to shelter meAnd take me from here. I hear cracklingCrunch, of today’s new found dayAnd know it won’t lastSo I will leave itAt bay; and hope for the bestThis bitter new day

WHEW!!!!!

• NOW---YOUR TURN!!!