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POETRY. YAY! . FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE. SIMILE – A comparison using LIKE or AS. Ex: “His words were like a knife cutting into my soul.” METAPHOR – A comparison NOT using like or as. Ex: “His words were an arrow and my heart his target.” . PAGE 606 OLD BLUE BOOK.
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POETRY YAY!
FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE SIMILE– A comparison using LIKE or AS. Ex: “His words were like a knife cutting into my soul.” METAPHOR– A comparison NOT using like or as. Ex: “His words were an arrow and my heart his target.”
PAGE 606 OLD BLUE BOOK • Read the poem, miss rosie. I LOVE THIS POEM. • Find one SIMILE (what is being compared) • Find one METAPHOR (what is being compared) • What do you infer happened to Miss Rosie? • What is the speaker’s attitude toward Miss Rosie?
PAGE 608-609 OLD BLUE BOOK Read Metaphor p608 • What is being compared? Read First Lesson p609 • What is the speaker teaching his daughter to do? • What is this activity being compared to?
FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE EXTENTED METAPHOR – a metaphor that continues throughout the work.
PAGE 612 – 613 OLD BLUE Read Night Clouds p612 – Extended Metaphor Poem • Find one example of a metaphor in this poem. • Overall, what is being compared in the poem? • Why are the clouds “mares” instead of “stallions”? Read Sunset p613 – Extended Metaphor Poem • What three sounds are you asked to hear in lines 4-6? • Find one example of a simile in this poem.
Figurative Language TALK TO ME, BABY! PERSONIFICATION – Giving human qualities to non-human objects. Ex: “My coffee calls to me each morning.”
Page 618 Old Blue Book Read The Wind – tapped like a tired Man p618 • Find three lines that contain personification. • Find one example of a metaphor.
FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE IMAGERY – Using VIVID descriptions to create mental images. Sensory Images – words that appeal to the senses. • Taste • Touch • Smell • Sound • Sight
Sensory Images Use a word or phrase that appeals to each of these: ex – Taste: the spicy shrimp • Taste: • Touch: • Sound • Sight • Smell
More terms….. MOOD – the dominate feeling of the poem.
PAGE 628 – OLD BLUE BOOK • Read Reapers p628 • What is the mood of this poem? • What sounds are you asked to hear? • How do the sounds in the poem help create the mood?
MUSICAL DEVICES ALLITERATION - Repetition of the first consonant sound in several words. (2 or more) Fat frogs eat funny flies. OR The frog ate a mighty mosquito.
MUSICAL DEVICES ASSONANCE - same internal vowel sound. Ex: I made my way to the lake. CONSONANCE – same internal or ending consonant sound. Ex: It was slick so I picked a walking stick.
MUSICAL DEVICES ONOMATOPOEIA – Words that imitate actual sounds.
MUSICAL DEVICES PARALLELLISM – Repetition of the same grammatical structure. REPETITION – Repeating words or phrases for emphasis.
SLANT RHYME • Words that almost rhyme or appear to the eye to do so. • Ex. Said, paid;
Page 638 – OLD BLUE BOOK Read My Heart’s in the Highlands p638 • What two stanzas are repeated? • Find two lines that have parallel structure. • Find an example of alliteration.
METER • METER – the formal rhythm of the poem. READ – BUFFALO DANCE SONG p642 • What effect does repetition have on this poem? • What does the rhythm of this poem imitate?
More…. • Read Jazz Fantasia p 644 • Find five musical instruments in stanzas 1&2. • Find four examples of onomatopoeia. • How does the mood change in this poem in the last stanza?
OTHER TYPES OF POEMS SONNETS… 14 LINES, Iambic Pentameter, ababcdcdefefgg HAIKU… all about the syllables 5-7-5 CONCRETE… looks like the topic
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;A Coral is far more red than her lips' red; B If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;A If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. B I have seen roses damasked, red and white,C But no such roses see I in her cheeks; D And in some perfumes is there more delightC Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.D I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowE That music hath a far more pleasing sound; F I grant I never saw a goddess go;E My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.F And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rareG As any she belied with false compare. G
Haiku As the wind does blow Across the trees, I see the Buds blooming in May I walk across sand And find myself blistering In the hot, hot heat Falling to the ground, I watch a leaf settle down In a bed of brown. It’s cold—and I wait For someone to shelter me And take me from here. I hear crackling Crunch, of today’s new found day And know it won’t last So I will leave it At bay; and hope for the best This bitter new day
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