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Title: Poetry Analysis

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Poetry Analysis
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Did I Miss AnythingTom Wayman

Nothing. When we realized you werent here
we sat with our hands folded on our desks
in silence, for the full two hours
Everything, I gave an exam worth
40 percent of the grade for this term
and assigned some reading due today
on which Im about to hand out a quiz
worth 50 percent
Nothing. None of the content of this course
has value or meaning
Take as many days off as you like
any activities we undertake as a class
I assure you will not matter either to you or me
and are without purpose
Everything. A few minutes after we began last
time
a shaft of light suddenly descended and an angel

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The First Things, First

Title- the name of the poem may not be very
informative
Speaker- the who in the poem may not be the
poet
Occasion- the what of the poem tells where and
when
Stanza- the paragraph of the poem grouping of
lines

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The Parts of a Poem

Cinderella
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span
The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,
And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince
As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

Title
Stanza 1
Stanza 2
Stanza 3
Stanza 4

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Poetry Analysis
View the title What does it mean? It may not be
100 correct.
Read the poem aloud more than once
Identify the speaker and occasion Who? Where?
When?
Paraphrase/Summarize the stanzas Put in your own
words
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Language

Diction-the actual meaning of a word and the
choice and arrangement of words by the poet
Ex. scarlet (shade of red) rose (shade of red)
Connotation-the implied feelings/emotions
associated with a word
Ex. scarlet (negative, evil) rose (happy,
good)
Tone-the feeling/attitude of the speaker/poet
Ex.

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Poetry Analysis
View the title What does it mean? It may not be
100 correct.
Read the poem aloud more than once
Identify the speaker and occasion Who? Where?
When?
Paraphrase/Summarize the stanzas Put in your own
words
Look at diction (meaning) and connotation
(feelings).
Identify the tone Whats the attitude of the
speaker/poet?
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Figurative Language/Figures of Speech

Figurative language- language which means
something different than what is literally stated
Simile-compares two things uses like or as
Ex.
Metaphor-compares two things that are basically
unlike that have something in common does not
use like or as
Ex.
Personification-giving human characteristics to
ideas, animals, objects
Ex.
Hyperbole- over exaggeration for effect or humor
Ex.

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Poetry Analysis
View the title What does it mean? It may not be
100 correct.
Read the poem aloud more than once
Identify the speaker and occasion Who? Where?
When?
Paraphrase/Summarize the stanzas Put in your own
words
Look at diction (meaning) and connotation
(feelings).
Identify the tone Whats the attitude of the
speaker/poet?
Look for figurative language Simile Metaphor Hyper
bole Personification
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Surgeons must be very carefulEmily Dickinson

Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the culprit Life!

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MetaphorEve Merriam

Morning is
a new sheet of paper
for you to write on.
Whatever you want to say,
all day,
until night
folds it up
and flies it away.
The bright words and the dark words
are gone
until dawn
and a new day
to write on.

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The WriterRichard Wilbur

I remember the dazed starling
Which was trapped in that very room, two years
ago
How we stole in, lifted a sash
And retreated, not to affright it
And how for a helpless hour, through a crack of
the door,
We watched the sleek, wild, dark
And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove
To the hard floor, or the desk top,
And wait then, humped and bloody,
For the wits to try it again and how our spirits
Rose when, suddenly sure,
It lifted off from a chair-back,

In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed
with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.
I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.
Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it
heavy
I wish her lucky passage.
But now it is she who pauses,
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens, in which
The whole house seems to be thinking,

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Incident in a Rose GardenDonald Justice

The gardener came running.
An old man, out of breath.
Fear had given him legs.
Sir, I encountered Death
Just now among the roses.
Think as a scythe he stood there.
I knew him by his pictures.
He had his black coat on,
Black gloves, a broad black hat.
I think he would have spoken,
Seeing his mouth stood open.
Big it was, with white teeth.As soon as he
beckoned, I ran.
I ran until I found you.
Sir, I am quitting my job.I want to see my sons
Once more before I die.
I want to see California.
We shook hands he was off.
And there stood Death in the garden.

Sir, you must be the stranger
who threatened my gardener.
This is my property,, sir.
I welcome only friends here.
Death grinned, his eyes lit up
With the pale glow of those lanterns
That workman carry sometimes
To light their way through the dusk.
Now with great care he slid
The glove from his right hand
And held that out in greeting,
A little cage of bone.
Sir, I knew your father,
And we were friends at the end.
as for your gardener,
I did not threaten him.
Old men mistake my gestures.
I meant only to ask him

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Imagery

Descriptive words or phrases that create a
sensory experience for the reader
Appeals to the five senses
Hearing
Sight
Smell
Taste
Touch

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Poetry Analysis
View the title What does it mean? It may not be
100 correct.
Read the poem aloud more than once
Identify the speaker and occasion Who? Where?
When?
Paraphrase/Summarize the stanzas Put in your own
words
Look at diction (meaning) and connotation
(feelings).
Identify the tone Whats the attitude of the
speaker/poet?
Look for figurative language Simile Metaphor Hyper
bole Personification
Look for images Sight Smell Sound Touch Taste
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The Seven Ages of Man (from As You Like
It)William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

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OrangesGary Soto

The first time I walked
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather.
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge. I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,

Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickel in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime,
I didn't say anything.
I took the nickel from
My pocket, then an orange,
And set them quietly on
The counter. When I looked up,
The lady's eyes met mine,
And held them, knowing
Very well what it was all
About.
Outside,
A few cars hissing past,
Fog hanging like old
Coats between the trees.
I took my girl's hand
In mine for two blocks,

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Rhyme

End rhyme-the end of the lines rhyme
Ex.Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you!
Rhyme scheme-the pattern of end rhyme
Label the word at the end of the first line with
a, anything that rhymes with it will also be
labeled a. When there is a new word that
doesnt rhyme, label it and all the words that
rhymes with it b and so on until the end of the
poem.

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Rhythm

Meter- organization of verbal stresses/speech
rhythms into regular patterns
Foot- one set of metrical markings

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Rhythm

Consonance- repetition of ending consonant sounds
Ex Susan won a ribbon for her green bean
casserole.
Alliteration- repetition of beginning consonant
sounds
Ex Wild Wild West, Beautiful Baby Boy
Assonance- repetition of vowel sounds within non
rhyming words
Ex My grandmothers are full of memories
Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay

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Free Verse

If a poem does not have a regular pattern of
rhyme and meter, we call it a free verse poem.

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Poetry Analysis
View the title What does it mean? It may not be
100 correct.
Read the poem aloud more than once
Identify the speaker and occasion Who? Where?
When?
Paraphrase/Summarize the stanzas Put in your own
words
Look at diction (meaning) and connotation
(feelings).
Identify the tone Whats the attitude of the
speaker/poet?
Look for figurative language Simile Metaphor Hyper
bole Personification
Look for images Sight Smell Sound Touch Taste
Identify the rhyme scheme and rhythm
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The Road Not TakenRobert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,

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Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,Went
envying her and me-Yes!- that was the reason (as
all men know,In this kingdom by the sea)That
the wind came out of the cloud by night,Chilling
and killing my Annabel Lee.But our love it was
stronger by far than the loveOf those who were
older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And
neither the angels in heaven above,Nor the
demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my
soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel
Lee.For the moon never beams without bringing
me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel LeeAnd the
stars never rise but I feel the bright eyesOf
the beautiful Annabel LeeAnd so, all the
night-tide, I lie down by the sideOf my darling-
my darling- my life and my bride,In the
sepulcher there by the sea,In her tomb by the
sounding sea.

It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by
the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may
knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEEAnd this maiden
she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and
be loved by me.I was a child and she was a
child,In this kingdom by the seaBut we loved
with a love that was more than love-I and my
Annabel LeeWith a love that the winged seraphs
of heavenCoveted her and me.And this was the
reason that, long ago,In this kingdom by the
sea,A wind blew out of a cloud, chillingMy
beautiful Annabel LeeSo that her highborn
kinsman cameAnd bore her away from me,To shut
her up in a sepulcherIn this kingdom by the sea.

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Voice

A writers unique use of language that allows a
reader to hear a human personality in his/her
writing

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Poetry Analysis
View the title What does it mean? It may not be
100 correct.
Read the poem aloud more than once
Identify the speaker and occasion Who? Where?
When?
Paraphrase/Summarize the stanzas Put in your own
words
Look at diction (meaning) and connotation
(feelings).
Identify the tone Whats the attitude of the
speaker/poet?
Look for figurative language Simile Metaphor Hyper
bole Personification
Look for images Sight Smell Sound Touch Taste
Identify the rhyme scheme and rhythm
Identify the voice Is there a personality? What
is it saying?
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since feeling is firste.e. cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Dont cry
the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids flutter which says
we are for each other then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for lifes not a paragraph

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Theme for English BLangston Hughes

The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you-
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if its that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston- Salem.
I went to school there, the Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page

Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in
love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records---Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I guess being colored doesnt make me NOT like
the same things other folks like who are other
races.
So will my page be colored when I write?
Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white---
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
Thats American.
Sometimes perhaps you dont want to be a part of
me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, thats true!
As I learn from you,

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Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The
HouseBilly Collins

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.He is
barking the same high, rhythmic barkthat he
barks every time they leave the house.They must
switch him on on their way out.The neighbors'
dog will not stop barking.I close all the
windows in the houseand put on a Beethoven
symphony full blastbut I can still hear him
muffled under the music,barking, barking,
barking,and now I can see him sitting in the
orchestra,his head raised confidently as if
Beethovenhad included a part for barking
dog.When the record finally ends he is still
barking,sitting there in the oboe section
barking,his eyes fixed on the conductor who
isentreating him with his batonwhile the other
musicians listen in respectfulsilence to the
famous barking dog solo,that endless coda that
first establishedBeethoven as an innovative
genius.