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Poetry. “For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.” --Coleridge. XXVII I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! - PowerPoint PPT Presentation
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PoetrPoetryy
“For poetry is the blossom
and the fragrance of all
human knowledge,
human thoughts,
human passions, emotions,
language.” --Coleridge.
XXVIII’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?Then there’s a pair of us—don’t
tell!They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson
1830-1886
EpigramThis is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,—The simple news that Nature
told,With tender majesty.
Her message is committedTo hands I cannot see;For love of her, sweet
countrymen,Judge tenderly of me!
IVFame is a fickle foodUpon a shifting plate,
Whose table once a Guest, but notThe second time, is set.
Whose crumbs the crows inspect,And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn;Men eat of it and die.
Lewis CarrollLewis Carroll
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought --So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy!O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
Jabberwocky
William Shakespeare
Shakespeare’s Birthplace, Stratford,
England, UK
1564-1616
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 dimmed,And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed: 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.
Shakespeare’s Sonnet XVIII
Gwendolyn Brooks
1917-2000
Sing sin. We Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We Die soon.
We real cool. We Left school. We
Lurk late. We Strike straight. We
When power narrows the
areas of man's
concern, poetry reminds him of
the richness and diversity of his
existence. When power corrupts,
poetry cleanses." - John F. Kennedy