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William Wordsworth

Protest---War Poets. William Wordsworth. Claude McKay. Henry Reed. Bob Dylan. Billy Collins. Dudley Randall. Richard Farina. Yousef Komunyakaa. Extra Credit Due Nov. 21. Write a protest poem ---any length, any form: protest against having to write a protest poem

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William Wordsworth

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  1. Protest---War Poets William Wordsworth Claude McKay Henry Reed Bob Dylan Billy Collins Dudley Randall Richard Farina Yousef Komunyakaa

  2. Extra Credit Due Nov. 21 • Write a protestpoem---any length, any form: • protest against having to write a protest poem • against having to sit next to your weird relative who, at Thanksgiving dinner, always drips gravy on his crotch area • against texting while driving (TWD) • against text book prices • Hydraulic fracturing and/or 2. Write a diamante poem----the topic could be protest

  3. Winter Rainy, cold Skiing, skating, sledding Mountains, wind,, breeze, ocean Swimming, surfing, scuba diving Sunny, hot Summer 1 noun two adjectives three gerunds four nouns three gerunds two adjectives 1 noun

  4. The World is Too Much With Us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn. a b b a Octet a b b a volta c d c d c d Sestet The form is the Italian, or Petrachan, sonnet.

  5. If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot. If we must die, O let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! O kinsmen we must meet the common foe! Though far outnumbered let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow! What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back! Claude Mckay 1919

  6. A World Without Peace Civil War: 620,000 4 years WW I: 15,000,000 4 years WWII: 55,000,000 6 years Korean War: 2,800,000 3 years Vietnam: 1,700,000 (58,022 Americans) 10 years Iraq and Afghanistan: 7882 (just Americans): Operation Iraqi Freedom-------- 4486 9 years Operation Enduring Freedom---3396 12 years Total since 1860: 75 million+

  7. The Names by Billy Collins Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night. A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze, And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows, I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened, Then Baxter and Calabro, Davis and Eberling, names falling into place As droplets fell through the dark. Names printed on the ceiling of the night. Names slipping around a watery bend. Twenty-six willows on the banks of a stream. In the morning, I walked out barefoot Among thousands of flowers Heavy with dew like the eyes of tears, And each had a name -- Fiori inscribed on a yellow petal Then Gonzalez and Han, Ishikawa and Jenkins. Names written in the air And stitched into the cloth of the day. A name under a photograph taped to a mailbox. Monogram on a torn shirt, I see you spelled out on storefront windows And on the bright unfurled awnings of this city.

  8. I say the syllables as I turn a corner -- Kelly and Lee, Medina, Nardella, and O'Connor. When I peer into the woods, I see a thick tangle where letters are hidden As in a puzzle concocted for children. Parker and Quigley in the twigs of an ash, Rizzo, Schubert, Torres, and Upton, Secrets in the boughs of an ancient maple. Names written in the pale sky. Names rising in the updraft amid buildings. Names silent in stone Or cried out behind a door. Names blown over the earth and out to sea. In the evening -- weakening light, the last swallows. A boy on a lake lifts his oars. A woman by a window puts a match to a candle, And the names are outlined on the rose clouds -- Vanacore and Wallace, (let X stand, if it can, for the ones unfound) Then Young and Ziminsky, the final jolt of Z. Names etched on the head of a pin.

  9. One name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel. A blue name needled into the skin. Names of citizens, workers, mothers and fathers, The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son. Alphabet of names in a green field. Names in the small tracks of birds. Names lifted from a hat Or balanced on the tip of the tongue. Names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory. So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.

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