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TED talk video Watch the video and take notes for the following items: -definition of metaphors -examples of metaphors in multiple genres (poetry, language, music, etc.) -facts you did not know -facts you know but may have forgotten -any information you find interesting or relevant.
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TED talk video Watch the video and take notes for the following items: -definition of metaphors -examples of metaphors in multiple genres (poetry, language, music, etc.) -facts you did not know -facts you know but may have forgotten -any information you find interesting or relevant http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/en/james_geary_metaphorically_speaking.html
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.
Group Analysis Instructions: 15 minutes Step 1: Have 2 members of your group read the poem out loud, one at a time. Step 2: As a group, annotate the poem for any metaphors you may see (just as we did as a class with “Introduction to Poetry”). Step 3: Choose AT LEAST 3 metaphors and analyze their effectiveness and purpose in the text. Your answers will go on the handout. Step 4: Decide how you plan to present your findings to the rest of the class.
Remembrance -Emily Bronte Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hoverOver the mountains, on that northern shore,Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves coverThat noble heart for ever, ever more?Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild DecembersFrom those brown hills have melted into spring:Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembersAfter such years of change and suffering!Sweet Love of youth, forgive if I forget thee,While the world's tide is bearing me along:Sterner desires and other hopes beset me,Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!No later light has lightened up my heaven;No second morn has ever shone for me:All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.But when the days of golden dreams had perished,And even Despair was powerless to destroy,Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy;Then did I check the tears of useless passion,Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;Sternly denied its burning wish to hastenDown to that tomb already more than mine.And even yet I dare not let it languish,Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous pain;Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?
Hope -Emily Bronte Hope was but a timid friend;She sat without the grated den,Watching how my fate would tend,Even as selfish-hearted men. She was cruel in her fear;Through the bars, one dreary day,I looked out to see her there,And she turned her face away! Like a false guard, false watch keeping,Still, in strife, she whispered peace;She would sing while I was weeping;If I listened, she would cease. False she was, and unrelenting;When my last joys strewed the ground,Even Sorrow saw, repenting,Those sad relics scattered round; Hope, whose whisper would have givenBalm to all my frenzied pain,Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,Went, and ne'er returned again!
Death -Emily Bronte Death! that struck when I was most confidingIn my certain faith of joy to be -Strike again, Time's withered branch dividingFrom the fresh root of Eternity! Leaves, upon Time's branch, were growing brightly,Full of sap, and full of silver dew;Birds beneath its shelter gathered nightly;Daily round its flowers the wild bees flew. Sorrow passed, and plucked the golden blossom;Guilt stripped off the foliage in its pride;But, within its parent's kindly bosom,Flowed for ever Life's restoring-tide. Little mourned I for the parted gladness,For the vacant nest and silent song -Hope was there, and laughed me out of sadness;Whispering, " Winter will not linger long!" And, behold! with tenfold increase blessing,Spring adorned the beauty-burdened spray;Wind and rain and fervent heat, caressing,Lavished glory on that second May! High it rose - no winged grief could sweep it;Sin was scared to distance with its shine;Love, and its own life, had power to keep itFrom all wrong - from every blight but thine! Cruel Death! The young leaves droop and languish;Evening's gentle air may still restore -No! the morning sunshine mocks my anguish -Time, for me, must never blossom more! Strike it down, that other boughs may flourishWhere that perished sapling used to be;Thus, at least, its mouldering corpse will nourishThat from which it sprung - Eternity.
Exit Slip: 5 minutes 1. Scan Chapters 1 through 5 of Wuthering Heights for sections where the author uses metaphor. 2. Choose 1 metaphor and write a paragraph (on the back of your Metaphor Video handout) that answers the following prompt: How does this metaphorical language give meaning to/enhance the meaning of the text? -Refer to the Proficient Paragraph Response Criteria posted at the front of the room—support your claims with evidence from the text.
