Lyrical Poetry

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Lyrical Poetry

• Objective I will learn the origins, purpose and
  format of lyrical poetry

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What is the origin?

• In ancient Greece, when a chorus sang or spoke
  more personally and accompanied themselves on the
  lyre, the verse was called a lyric

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What is a lyrical poem?

• It is a poem that includes personal and
  individual emotion
• http//www.youtube.com/watch?vw-M8Hi3vNKM
• http//www.youtube.com/watch?vwdrRLTgavus
• http//www.youtube.com/watch?vOMOGaugKpzs
• http//www.youtube.com/watch?vXhsTJzpI1UY
• It does not tell a story as does a narrative poem
• Most poetry as we think of it is lyrical poetry

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What are many subdivisions of lyrical poetry?

• The song is the weakest form because they do
  not achieve a true poetic level. This is due to
  the lack of poetic devices used.
• The hymn Is a spiritual form of lyrical poetry
• The Elegy Is a formal verse focusing on death
  or any other solemn subject

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Continued..

• Use lots of imagery, and think about rhythm
• Step 3
• If the poem has a chorus, make your point here.
  Let the chorus punctuate your feeling with a
  statement about what it means. You can repeat
  this over and over (refrain).
• Note you dont have to use the music however,
  it may help you formulate your thoughts.

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Steps to Writing a Lyrical Poem

• Step 1
• You need to think about a time of great emotion
  or personal growth
• Make sure it is a snapshot, but dont tell a
  complete story (remember thats a narrative)
• Write down this memory
• Step 2
• Put these pieces of the memory into phrases
• Do not write down complete sentences. Instead,
  let the broad ideas collide with details

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Requirements

• You must use three sound devices
• You must rewrite the lyrics through the second
  chorus OR if you do not have a song, write 20-25
  lines with a chorus that repeats twice.

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• Dying by Emily Dickinson
• I heard a fly buzz when I diedThe stillness
  round my formWas like the stillness in the
  airBetween the heaves of storm.The eyes beside
  had wrung them dry,And breaths were gathering
  sureFor that last onset, when the kingBe
  witnessed in his power.I willed my keepsakes,
  signed awayWhat portion of me ICould make
  assignable,-and thenThere interposed a
  fly,With blue, uncertain, stumbling
  buzz,Between the light and meAnd then the
  windows failed, and thenI could not see to see