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Poem in your Pocket Day 2009

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What is Poetry?What is Poetry?

Poetry is type of literature that expresses ideas, feelings, or tells a story in a specific form (usually using lines and stanzas).

POETRY FORMPOETRY FORM

FORM - the appearance of the words on the page

LINE - a group of words together on one line of the poem

STANZA - a group of lines arranged together

A word is dead

When it is said,

Some say.

I say it just

Begins to live

That day.

KINDS OF STANZASKINDS OF STANZASCouplet = a two line stanza

Triplet (Tercet) = a three line stanza

Quatrain = a four line stanza

Quintet = a five line stanza

Sestet (Sextet) = a six line stanza

Septet = a seven line stanza

Octave = an eight line stanza

The Shakespearean SonnetThe Shakespearean Sonnet

“Sonnet 116”

Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's compass come:Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Shakespeare created a specific type of poetry called “the

English Sonnet” (or “the Shakespearean Sonnet”):

A fourteen line poem with a specific rhyme scheme (pattern

of rhyme).

The poem is written in three quatrains and ends with a

couplet.

The rhyme scheme isabab cdcd efef gg

e.e. cummings poetrye.e. cummings poetry

• e.e. cummings is a poet that

experimented with form and style.

• He often DID NOT capitalize any

words• He wrote a lot of

shape poetry, poetry that is written in the shape of the

subject.

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e.e. cummings e.e. cummings “i carry your heart with me”“i carry your heart with me”

i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i fearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i wantno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which growshigher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Walt WhitmanWalt Whitman Whitman was born in

Long Island, NY in 1819. His poetry has themes of

the power of love, brotherhood, and comradeship.

He often wrote about the beauty of nature and how we can learn from it.

Walt WhitmanWalt Whitman“O Captain! My Captain!”“O Captain! My Captain!”

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weathered 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 ribboned 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 anchored 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.

Can we still relate to Can we still relate to Whitman’s writing?Whitman’s writing?

(clip from “The Dead Poets’ Society” 1989)

Poetry ReadingPoetry ReadingWhat Poems Did You Bring?

Poetry Reading Rules:

When it is your turn to read, read loudly and clearly.

Be sure to express the emotion that the poem calls for.

After each poem we will NOT clap or speak. In true poetry house style, we will snap to give applause.