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Poetry -- The beauty of wordsPoetry -- The beauty of words

When I say “poetry” you say....?

When I say “poetry” you say....?

Poetry Is difficult Poetry Is difficult

Because the best things in life are the

hard things

Because the best things in life are the

hard things

Poetry Is the

perfection of words

Poetry Is the

perfection of words

Witnessing perfection inspires us, uplifts us,

and quiets us.

Witnessing perfection inspires us, uplifts us,

and quiets us.

Poetry Is Music

Poetry Is Music

Music makes us feel deep emotions some we didn’t even know

were there

Music makes us feel deep emotions some we didn’t even know

were there

Most Critical Poetry Terms

Most Critical Poetry Terms

Line -- row of words

Stanza -- a group of lines

rhyme -- words with similar end sounds, within or at the end of lines.

rhythm -- arrangement of words to create a pattern/beat to the poem

speaker -- the voice of the poem, who is saying the words/thoughts of the poem

Theme -- what is the point of the poem. What is it saying?

Steps to Analyzing Poetry

Steps to Analyzing Poetry

Read it silently -- first impression

Define any words you don’t know

Identify the rhythm & any rhyme

Read it aloud -- second impression

Identify the speaker

Read/Hear it once more -- identify the theme and the tone/mood

“For a Lady I know” By: Countee Cullen“For a Lady I know” By: Countee Cullen

She even thinks that up in heaven   Her class lies late and snoresWhile poor black cherubs rise at seven   To do celestial chores.

“Alone” By: Edgar Allen Poe

“Alone” By: Edgar Allen Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were—I have not seenAs others saw—I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow—I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone—And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—Then—in my

childhood—in the dawnOf a most stormy life—was drawnFrom ev’ry depth of good and illThe mystery which binds me still—From the torrent, or the fountain—From the red cliff of the mountain—

“Alone” By: Edgar Allen Poe

“Alone” By: Edgar Allen Poe

From the sun that ’round me roll’dIn its autumn tint of gold—From the lightning in the skyAs it pass’d me flying by—From the thunder, and the storm—And the cloud that took the form(When the rest of Heaven was blue)Of a demon in my view—

“Homage to My hips” by: Lucille

Clifton

“Homage to My hips” by: Lucille

Clifton

these hips are big hips.they need space to move around in.they don't fit into littlepetty places. these

hipsare free hips.they don't like to be held back.these hips have never been enslaved,they go where they want to go they do what they want to do. these hips

are mighty hips.these hips are magic hips.i have known themto put a spell on a man and spin him like a

top

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15599

“Crossing The Bar”By: Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Crossing The Bar”By: Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,         And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,         When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,         Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep         Turns again home.

“Crossing The Bar”By: Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Crossing The Bar”By: Alfred Lord Tennyson

Twilight and evening bell,         And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,         When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place         The flood may bear me far,I hope to see my Pilot face to face         When I have crossed the bar.

Poem as SongPoem as Song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcTyIaYLQqo