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May 7, 2013 English 9-10 ESL Mrs. McNamara & Mrs. Athanasakos. Poetry Presentations. William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616). Sonnet 18
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May 7, 2013 English 9-10 ESL Mrs. McNamara & Mrs. Athanasakos Poetry Presentations
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616) Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Pablo Neruda (1904 -1973) • Chilean Poet • Wrote Love Poems • Wrote Poems about the humble people of Latin America and their struggle for survival
The People by Pablo Neruda I recall that man and not two centuries have passed since I saw him, he went neither by horse nor by carriage: purely on foot he outstripped distances, and carried no sword or armor, only nets on his shoulder, axe or hammer or spade, never fighting the rest of his species: his exploits were with water and earth, with wheat so that it turned into bread, with giant trees to render them wood, with walls to open up doors, with sand to construct the walls, and with ocean for it to bear. I knew him and he is still not cancelled in me.
El Pueblo byPablo Neruda http://www.scribd.com/doc/49960057/El-pueblo-%E2%80%93-Pablo-Neruda
Billy Collins (1941- ) Introduction to Poetry Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.
Yesterday and Today by Langston Hughes Oh, I wish that yesterday, Yesterday was today! Yesterday you was here. Today you gone away. I miss you, Lulu I miss you so bad- There ain’t no way for me To get you out of my head. Yesterday I was happy. I thought you was happy, too. I don’t know how you feel today- But, baby, I feel blue.
Shel Silverstein (1930 – 1999) • Author of: • Children’s Books • Songs • Plays • Magazine Articles • Cartoons
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) It's all I have to bring today It's all I have to bring today – This, and my heart beside – This, and my heart, and all the fields – And all the meadows wide – Be sure you count – should I forget Some one the sum could tell – This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the Clover dwell.
Ogden Nash (1902-1971) Old Men byOgden Nash People expect old men to die, They do not really mourn old men. Old men are different. People look At them with eyes that wonder when... People watch with unshocked eyes; But the old men know when an old man dies.
As Soon as… (Continued) At night when Fred goes back to bed, he deftly plucks off his head. His mother switches off the light and softly croons, “Good night! Good night!” And then, for reasons no one knows, Fred’s underwear goes on his toes.
