3.3 Poem

1. 3.3 Poem 1 Write a poem in any style (Lines and stanzas) 2 Subject related to books, reading, literacy, character, language, grammar 3 At least 2 stanzas (Not over one page) 4 Typed in legible font 5 Title at center 6 Name and grade level typed directly under the title 7 Rhyme or have lines that repeat 8 imagery 9 figurative language 10 turned in on time (Due this Friday Nov. 15) Note: This work will be graded on the criteria listed above (10 points for each #) and then turned into the Media Center as a part of the literacy day celebration.

2. Ode Ode to the West Wind Percy Bysshe Shelley O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, AThou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead B Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, A Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, BPestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, CWho chariotest to their dark wintry bed B The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, DEach like a corpse within its grave, until EThine azure sister of the Spring shall blow D Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill F(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) GWith living hues and odours plain and hill: F Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; GDestroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear! G ish

3. But Then Maria Comes With her basket She chooses An artichoke, She's not afraid of it. She examines it, she observes it Up against the light like it was an egg, She buys it, She mixes it up In her handbag With a pair of shoes With a cabbage head and a Bottle Of vinegar Until She enters the kitchen And submerges it in a pot. Artichoke There in the garden, Dressed like a warrior, Burnished Like a proud Pomegrante. And one day Side by side In big wicker baskets Walking through the market To realize their dream The artichoke army In formation. Never was it so military Like on parade. The men In their white shirts Among the vegetables Were The Marshals Of the artichokes Lines in close order Command voices, And the bang Of a falling box. Ode to an Artichoke Pablo Neruda Thus ends In peace This career Of the armed vegetable Which is called an artichoke, Then Scale by scale, We strip off The delicacy And eat The peaceful mush Of its green heart. The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under its scales It remained Unshakeable, By its side The crazy vegetables Uncurled Their tendrills and leaf-crowns, Throbbing bulbs, In the sub-soil The carrot With its red mustaches Was sleeping, The grapevine Hung out to dry its branches Through which the wine will rise, The cabbage Dedicated itself To trying on skirts, The oregano To perfuming the world, And the sweet

4. Sonnet Sonnet XXIX" Shakespeare When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, A I all alone beweep my outcast state, B And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, A And look upon myself and curse my fate, B Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, C Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, D Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, C With what I most enjoy contented least, E Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising, F Haply I think on thee, and then my state, B (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings G hymns at heaven's gate, B For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, G That then I scorn to change my state with kings. G

5. Free Verse Winter Poem Nikki Giovanni once a snowflake fell on my brow and i loved it so much and i kissed it and it was happy and called its cousins and brothers and a web of snow engulfed me then i reached to love them all and i squeezed them and they became a spring rain and i stood perfectly still and was a flower