Reading

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Reading

• Jan. 11, 2013

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F.O.A. (Bellwork)
Who is this? What do you know about her?
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Still I Rise

• Well listen to Maya Angelou recite her poem
  Still I Rise.
• Raise your hand when you hear/read a figurative
  language element such as personification, simile,
  etc.

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Question?

• What is personification?

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Personification

• My Town
• The leaves on the ground danced in the windThe
  brook sang merrily as it went on its way.The
  fence posts gossiped and watched cars go bywhich
  winked at each other just to say hi.The traffic
  lights yelled, Stop, slow, go!The tires
  gripped the road as if clinging to life.Stars in
  the sky blinked and winked outWhile the hail was
  as sharp as a knife.

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Personification

• The Sun Just Had a Nasty DayThe sun just had a
  nasty day,refused to smile or shine.It stayed
  behind the dark gray clouds,a mottled, grim
  design.But shortly after dinner timeone ray
  poked though the gray,a spark of golden yellow
  warmthreminding us of day.If you want to
  please us, Sun,(don't take this as a warning)if
  you're going to pierce the clouds,please do it
  in the morning.

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What type of poem is this?

• Listen to the song and tell me.
• Raise your hand during the song if you know what
  element of figurative language this song might be.

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Narrative

• Narrative poetry is a form of poetry which tells
  a story, often making use of the voices of a
  narrator and characters as well.

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The Road Not Taken by R. Frost

• Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I
  could not travel bothAnd be one traveller, long
  I stoodAnd 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, And that has made
  all the difference

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Narrative poem

• Work on a narrative poem

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Quiz

• You may use your notes