AS English Literature Poetry Packet 2016-2017
NAME PERIODhttps://juniperbooks.com/AS-LEVEL ENGLISH LITERATUREPOETRY SET TEXT2016-2017DIRECTIONS: For each poem in the packet, complete the following steps.STEP 1:Read and annotate the poem using the #123SPLITT method.STEP 2:Draw the poem.STEP 3:Paraphrase the poem in 1-2 sentences.STEP 4:Make connections to other poems in the packet by topic or theme.ASSESSMENT/GRADING: Students with completed packets may use them as a resource on timed writing assessments.Timed writing assessments will be graded using the Cambridge AS-Level English Literature rubric.Listed below are possible essay questions that could appear on the timed writing assessment:1. Compare ways in which two poems from your selection express grief.2. Compare ways in which two poems express personal distress.3. Comment closely on how the language and tone of the following poem present the speaker’sexperience.4. By what means, and with what effects, does the following poem explore love?
TABLE OF CONTENTSTitleAuthorTo the Evening StarBlake, WilliamPageNumber3Last LinesBrontë, Emily4Sons, DepartingCassidy, John5Care-charmer SleepDaniel, Samuel6These Are The Times We Live InDharker, Imtiaz7This is my play’s last sceneDonne, John8The UnclesGoodby, John9The MigrantHendriks, Arthur Lemiere10from The Vanity of Human WishesJohnson, Samuel11On My First DaughterJonson, Ben12Ode on MelancholyKeats, John13SongLewis, Alun14The White HouseMcKay, Claude15RoomsMew, Charlotte16Evening in ParadiseMilton, John17Verses written on her Death-bedMonck, Mary18from An Essay on CriticismPope, Alexander19I dream of you, to wakeRossetti, Christina20The Border BuilderRumens, Carol21Soldier, Rest!Scott, Walter22DeathScott, William Bell23To SleepSidney, Philip24Amoretti, Sonnet 86Spenser, Edmund25RequiemStevenson, Robert Louis26The Forsaken WifeThomas, Elizabeth27I Find no PeaceWyatt, Thomas28Now let no charitable hopeWylie, Elinor29YearModel Poem A: Annotation & Analysis - “There Will Come Soft Rains” by Sara Teasdale (1920)Model Poem B: Annotation & Analysis - “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop (1977)pg. 30pg. 312
William BlakeTo the Evening StarStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSThou fair-hair'd angel of the evening,Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, lightThy bright torch of love; thy radiant crownPPut on, and smile upon our evening bed!Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest theLBlue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dewOn every flower that shuts its sweet eyesIn timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep onIThe lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,TAnd then the lion glares through the dun forest.The fleeces of our flocks are covered withTThy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence.Step Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)3
Emily BrontëLast Lines“The following are the last lines my sister Emily ever wrote.”— Charlotte BrontëO coward soul is mine,Step One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSPNo trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:I see Heaven's glories shine,And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.LO God within my breast,Almighty, ever-present Deity!ILife—that in me has rest,As I—undying Life—have power in Thee!TVain are the thousand creedsThat move men's hearts: unutterably vain;Worthless as withered weeds,TOr idlest froth amid the boundless main,To waken doubt in oneStep Two: Draw the poemHolding so fast by thine infinity;So surely anchored onThe steadfast rock of immortality.With wide-embracing loveThy Spirit animates eternal years,Step Three: Paraphrase poemPervades and broods above,Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.Though earth and man were gone,And suns and universes ceased to be,And thou were left alone,Every existence would exist in thee.Step Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)There is not room for Death,Nor atom that his might could render void:Thou—thou art Being and Breath,And what thou art may never be destroyed.4
John CassidySons, DepartingStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSThey walked away between tall hedges,their heads just clear and blondwith sunlight, the hedges’ dark sidesPsickly with drifts of flowers.They were facing the sea and milesLof empty air; the sky had hightorn clouds, the sea its irregularIruns and spatters of white.They did not look back; the steadinessTof their retreating footfalls lapsedin a long diminuendo; their linewas straight as the clipped privets.They looked at four sliding gullsTStep Two: Draw the poema long way up, scattering down frailcomplaints; the fickle wind filled inwith sounds of town and distance.They became sunlit points; in a broadStep Three: Paraphrase poemHaphazard world the certain focus.Against the random patterns of the seatheir walk was one-dimensional, and final.Step Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)
Samuel DanielDelia 45: Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable NightStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSCare-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,PRelieve my languish, and restore the light,With dark forgetting of my cares, return.LAnd let the day be time enough to mournThe shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth;Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,IWithout the torment of the night's untruth.Cease, dreams, the images of our day-desires,To model forth the passions of the morrow:TNever let rising sun approve you liars,To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow.TStill let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain,And never wake to feel the day's disdain.Step Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)6
Imtiaz DharkerThese Are The Times We Live InStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSYou hand over your passport. Helooks at your face and startsreading you backwards from the last page.You could be offended,but in the end, you decideit makes as much senseas anything else,given the times we live in.You shrink to the sizeof the book in his hand.You can see his mind working:Keep an eye on that name.It contains a Z, and it just moved house.The birthmark shifted recentlyto another arm or leg.Nothing is quite the sameas it should be.But what do you expect?It’s a sign of the times we live in.In front of you,he flicks to the photograph,and looks at you suspiciously.That’s when you really have to laugh.While you were flying,up in the airthey changed your chinand redid your hair.They scrubbed out your mouthand rubbed out your eyes.They made you over completely.PLITTStep Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemAnd all that’s left is his look of surprise,because you don’t match your photograph.Even that is coming apart.The pieces are thereBut they missed out your heart.Step Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)Half your face splits away,drifts on to the page of a newspaperthat’s dated today.It rustles as it lands.7
John DonneHoly Sonnets: This is my play’s last sceneStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSThis is my play's last scene, here heavens appointMy pilgrimage's last mile; and my racePIdly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace,My span's last inch, my minute's latest point,And gluttonous death, will instantly unjointLMy body, and soul, and I shall sleep a space,But my'ever-waking part shall see that face,Whose fear already shakes my every joint:IThen, as my soul, to heaven her first seat, takes flight,And earth-born body, in the earth shall dwell,TSo, fall my sins, that all may have their right,To where they are bred, and would press me, to hell.Impute me righteous, thus purged of evil,TFor thus I leave the world, the flesh, and devil.Step Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)8
John GoodbyThe UnclesStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSUncles, talking the camshaft or the gimbel connectedto a slowly oscillating crank. The Uncles Brickell,Swarfega kings, enseamed with swarf and scobs, skinPmeasled with gunmetal but glistening faintly, loudin the smoke. Lithe and wiry above the lathe, milling outa cylinder to a given bore. Uncles, pencil-stubs at their ears,Lspurning ink, crossing sevens like émigré intellectuals,measuring in thous and thirty-secondths (scrawledIon torn fag-packets); feinting with slide rules, racing,but mild not as mild steel. Pockets congested, always. Uncleswith dockets for jobs, corners transparent with grease,Twith a light machine oil. Time-served, my Uncles, branching out into doorhandles, grub-screws and the brass bitsthat hold the front of the motor case to the rear flangeTof the mounting panel. Release tab. Slightly hard of hearingnow, the Uncles, from the din of the shop, slowly nodding.Step Two: Draw the poemUncles in ‘Red Square’; uncles swapping tolerance gauges,allan keys, telephone numbers, deals and rank communism. Forefingers describing arcs and cutting angles. Whiteand milky with coolants and lubricants, mess of order. Neverforgetting to ply a broom after. The missing half-finger, notStep Three: Paraphrase poemreally missed any longer, just a banjo-hand gone west. MyUncles still making a go of mower blades, on the roadat their age; offering cigars at Christmas. Uncanny ifencountered in visors, overalls, confounding nephewsin dignity of their calling, their epoch-stewed tea. Standa spoon in all their chamfered years, cut short or long. UnclesStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)immortal in the welding shed, under neon, loungeas the vast doors slide to a cool blue desk. My Uncles.9
A. L. HendriksThe MigrantShe could not remember anything about the voyage,Step One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSHer country of origin, or if someone had paid for the passage:Of such she had no recollection.PShe was sure only that she had travelled;Without doubt had been made welcome.For a while she believed she was home,Rooted and securely settled,LIUntil it was broken to herThat in fact she was merely in transitTBound for some other destination,Committed to continue elsewhere.TThis slow realization sharpened,She formed plans to postpone her departureStep Two: Draw the poemNot observing her movement en route to the exit.When she did, it was piteous how, saddened,She went appreciably closer towards it.Eventually facing the inescapableShe began reading travel brochures,Step Three: Paraphrase poem(Gaudy, competitive, plentiful)Spent time considering the onward journey,Studied a new language,Stuffed her bosom with strange currency,Nevertheless dreading the boarding announcements.Step Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)We watch her go throughThe gate for ‘Embarking Passengers Only’,Fearful and unutterably lonely,Finger our own documents,Shuffle forward in the queue.10
Samuel Johnsonfrom “The Vanity of Human Wishes”Step One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSThe Tenth Satire of Juvenal, ImitatedLet observation with extensive view,PSurvey mankind, from China to Peru;Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife,And watch the busy scenes of crowded life;LThen say how hope and fear, desire and hate,O’erspread with snares the clouded maze of fate,Where wav’ring man, betray’d by vent’rous prideITo read the dreary paths without a guide,As treach’rous phantoms in the mist delude,TShuns fancied ills, or chases airy good.How rarely reason guides the stubborn choice,Rules the bold hand, or prompts the suppliant voice,THow nations sink, by darling schemes oppress’d,When vengeance listens to the fool’s request.Step Two: Draw the poemFate wings with ev’ry wish th’ afflictive dart,Each gift of nature, and each grace of art,With fatal heat impetuous courage glows,With fatal sweetness elocution flows,Impeachment stops the speaker’s pow’rful breath,And restless fire precipitates on death.Step Three: Paraphrase poemBut scarce observ’d the knowing and the bold,Fall in the gen’ral massacre of gold;Wide-wasting pest! That rages unconfin’d,And crowds with crimes the records of mankind,For gold his sword the hireling ruffian draws,Step Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws;Wealth heap’d on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys,The dangers gather as the treasures rise.11
Ben JonsonOn My First DaughterStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSHere lies, to each her parents’ ruth,Mary, the daughter of their youth;PYet all heaven’s gifts being heaven’s due,It makes the father less to rue.At six months’ end she parted henceLWith safety of her innocence;Whose soul heaven’s queen, whose name she bears,In comfort of her mother’s tears,IHath placed amongst her virgin-train:Where, while that severed doth remain,TThis grave partakes the fleshly birth;Which cover lightly, gentle earth!TStep Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)12
John KeatsOde on MelancholyStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSINo, no, go not to Lethe, neither twistWolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'dBy nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;Make not your rosary of yew-berries,Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth beYour mournful Psyche, nor the downy owlA partner in your sorrow's mysteries;For shade to shade will come too drowsily,And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.PLIIIBut when the melancholy fit shall fallSudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,TThat fosters the droop-headed flowers all,And hides the green hill in an April shroud;Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,Or on the wealth of globed peonies;Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,TStep Two: Draw the poemEmprison her soft hand, and let her rave,And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.IIIShe dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die;And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lipsBidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:Ay, in the very temple of DelightVeil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongueCan burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;Step Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might,And be among her cloudy trophies hung.13
Alun LewisSongStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTS(On seeing dead bodies floating off the Cape)The first month of his absenceI was numb and sickAnd where he'd left his promiseLife did not turn or kick.The seed, the seed of love was sick.The second month my eyes were sunkIn the darkness of despair,And my bed was like a graveAnd his ghost was lying there.And my heart was sick with care.The third month of his goingI thought I heard him say"Our course deflected slightlyOn the thirty-second day—"The tempest blew his words away.And he was lost among the waves,His ship rolled helpless in the sea,The fourth month of his voyageHe shouted grievously"Beloved, do not think of me."The flying fish like kingfishersSkim the sea's bewildered crests,The whales blow steaming fountains,The seagulls have no nestsWhere my lover sways and rests.We never thought to buy and sellThis life that blooms or withers in the leaf,And I'll not stir, so he sleeps well,Though cell by cell the coral reefBuilds an eternity of grief.PLITTStep Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)But oh! the drag and dullness of my Self;The turning seasons wither in my head;All this slowness, all this hardness,The nearness that is waiting in my bed,The gradual self-effacement of the dead.14
Claude McKayThe White HouseStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSYour door is shut against my tightened face,And I am sharp as steel with discontent;PBut I possess the courage and the graceTo bear my anger proudly and unbent.The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,LAnd passion rends my vitals as I pass,A chafing savage, down the decent street;Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.IOh, I must search for wisdom every hour,Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,TAnd find in it the superhuman powerTo hold me to the letter of your law!Oh, I must keep my heart inviolateTAgainst the potent poison of your hate.Step Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)15
Charlotte MewRoomsStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSI remember rooms that have had their partIn the steady slowing down of the heart.PThe room in Paris, the room at Geneva,The little damp room with the seaweed smell,And that ceaseless maddening sound of the tide—LRooms where for good or for ill—things died.But there is the room where we (two) lie dead,Though every morning we seem to wake and might just as wellIseem to sleep againAs we shall somewhere in the other quieter, dustier bedTOut there in the sun—in the rain.TStep Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)16
John Miltonfrom Paradise Lost (‘Evening in Paradise’)Step One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSNow came still evening on, and twilight grayHad in her sober livery all things clad;Silence accompanied, for beast and bird,PThey to their grassy couch, these to their nests,Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;She all night long her amorous descant sung;LSilence was pleased. Now glowed the firmamentWith living sapphires; Hesperus that ledThe starry host, rode brightest, till the moonIRising in clouded majesty, at lengthApparent queen unveiled her peerless light,TAnd o’er the dark her silver mantle threw;When Adam thus to Eve: “Fair consort, the hourOf night, and all things now retired to rest,TMind us of like repose; since God hath setLabour and rest, as day and night to menSuccessive, and the timely dew of sleepStep Two: Draw the poemNow falling with soft slumberous weight inclinesOur eyelids; other creatures all day longRove idle, unemployed, and less need rest;Man hath his daily work of body or mindAppointed, which declares his dignity,And the regard of Heaven on all his ways;Step Three: Paraphrase poemWhile other animals unactive range,And of their doings God takes no account.Tomorrow ere fresh morning streak the eastWith first approach of light, we must be risen,And at our pleasant labour, to reformYoung flowery arbours, yonder alleys green,Step Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)Our walks at noon, with branches overgrown,That mock our scant manuring and requireMore hands than ours to lop their wanton growth.Those blossoms also, and those dropping gums,That lie bestrewn unsightly and unsmooth,Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease 17
Mary Monck (‘Marinda’)Verses Written on Her Death-bed at Bath to Her Husband inLondonStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSThou who dost all my worldly thoughts employ,Thou pleasing source of all my earthly joy,PThou tenderest husband and thou dearest friend,To thee this first, this last adieu I send.At length the conqueror Death asserts his right,LAnd will for ever veil me from thy sight;He woos me to him with a cheerful grace,And not one terror clouds his meagre face.IHe promises a lasting rest from pain,And shows that all life’s fleeting joys are vain.TThe eternal scenes of Heaven he sets in view,And tells me that no other joys are true,But love, fond love, would yet resist his power,TWould fain awhile defer the parting hour.He brings thy mourning image to my eyes,Step Two: Draw the poemAnd would obstruct my journey to the skies.But say, thou dearest, thou unwearied friend,Say, shouldst thou grieve to see my sorrows end?Thou knowest a painful pilgrimage I’ve passed,And shouldst thou grieve that rest is come at last?Rather rejoice to see me shake off life,Step Three: Paraphrase poemAnd die, as I have lived, thy faithful wife.Step Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)18
Alexander Popefrom “An Essay on Criticism”Step One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSA little learning is a dangerous thing;Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:PThere shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,And drinking largely sobers us again.Fired at first sight with what the Muse imparts,LIn fearless youth we tempt the heights of Arts;While from the bounded level of our mindShort views we take, nor see the lengths behind,IBut, more advanced, behold with strange surpriseNew distant scenes of endless science rise!TSo pleased at first the towering Alps we try,Mount o’er the vales, and seem to tread the sky;The eternal snows appear already past,TAnd the first clouds and mountains seem the last:But those attained, we tremble to surveyThe growing labours of the lengthened way;Step Two: Draw the poemThe increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes,Hills peep o’er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!Step Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)19
Christina RossettiI Dream of YouStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSI dream of you, to wake: would that I mightDream of you and not wake but slumber on;PNor find with dreams the dear companion gone,As, Summer ended, Summer birds take flight.In happy dreams I hold you full in sight.LI blush again who waking look so wan;Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone,IIn happy dreams your smile makes day of night.Thus only in a dream we are at one,Thus only in a dream we give and takeTThe faith that maketh rich who take or give;If thus to sleep is sweeter than to wake,To die were surely sweeter than to live,TThough there be nothing new beneath the sun.Step Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)20
Carol RumensThe Border BuilderStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSNo sooner had one come downThan he began building again.PMy bricks, O my genuine bricksMade of my genuine blood!What would we be without borders?LSo which one are you? he saidAnd stuck out his hand to me.Birth certificate? Passport?IWhich side are you on, which side?Merrily he unrolledTStarry dendrons of wireTo give his wall ears and eyes.Qualifications? he said.TResidence permit? Tattoo?Which colour are you, which colour?Step Two: Draw the poemNo colour, he said, no good.He took my only passport,He slammed it down on the wire.My hand, O my genuine hand!This is a border, he said.A border likes blood. Which side’sStep Three: Paraphrase poemYour bloody hand on, which side?Step Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)21
Walter ScottSoldier, Rest!Step One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSSoldier, rest! thy warfare o’er,Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;Dream of battled fields no more,Days of danger, nights of waking.In our isle’s enchanted hall,Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,Fairy strains of music fall,Every sense in slumber dewing.Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er,Dream of fighting fields no more;Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,Morn of toil, nor night of waking.No rude sound shall reach thine ear,Armour’s clang, or war-steed champing,Trump nor pibroch summon hereMustering clan or squadron tramping.Yet the lark’s shrill fife may comeAt the day-break from the fallow,And the bittern sound his drum,Booming from the sedgy shallow.Ruder sounds shall none be near,Guards nor warders challenge here,Here’s no war-steed’s neigh and champing,Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping.Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done;While our slumberous spells assail ye,Dream not, with the rising sun,Bugles here shall sound reveillé.Sleep! the deer is in his den;Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying;Sleep! nor dream in yonder glenHow thy gallant steed lay dying.Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done;Think not of the rising sun,For at dawning to assail yeHere no bugles sound reveillé.PLITTStep Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)22
William Bell ScottDeathStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSI am the one whose thoughtIs as the deed; I have no brother, andNo father; yearsHave never seen my power begin. A chainDoth bind all things to me. In my hand, man,—Infinite thinker,—vanishes as dothThe worm that he creates, as doth the mothThat it creates, as doth the limb minuteThat stirs upon that moth. My being isInborn with all things, andWith all things doth expand.But fear me not; I amThe hoary dust, the shut ear, the profound,The deep of night,When Nature’s universal heart does ceaseTo beat; communicating nothing; darkAnd tongueless, negative of all things. YetFear me not, man; I am the blood that flowsWithin thee,—I am change; and it is ICreates a joy within thee, when thou feel’stManhood and new untried superior powersRising before thee: I it is can makeOld things give placeTo thy free race.All things are born for me.His father and his mother,—yet man hatesMe foolishly.An easy spirit and a free lives on,But he who fears the ice doth stumble. WalkStraight onward peacefully,—I am a friendWill pass thee graciously: but grudge and weepAnd cark,—I’ll be a cold chain round thy neckInto the grave, each day a link drawn in,Until thy face shall be upon the turf,And the hair from thy crownPLITTStep Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)Be blown like thistle-down.23
Philip SidneyTo SleepStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSCome, Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,PThe poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,The indifferent judge between the high and low;With shield of proof shield me from out the pressLOf those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw:O make in me those civil wars to cease;I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.ITake thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,A chamber deaf to noise and blind of light,TA rosy garland and a weary head;And if these things, as being thine by right,Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,TLivelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.Step Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)24
Edmund SpenserAmoretti, Sonnet 86Step One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSSince I did leave the presence of my love,Many long weary days I have outworn,And many nights, that slowly seem’d to movePTheir sad protract from evening until morn.For, when as day the heaven doth adorn,LI wish that night the noyous day would end:And, whenas night hath us of light forlorn,I wish that day would shortly reascend.IThus I the time with expectation spend,And feign my grief with changes to beguile,That further seems his term still to extend,TAnd maketh every minute seem a mile.So sorrow still doth seem too long to last;TBut joyous hours do fly away too fast.Step Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)25
Robert Louis StevensonRequiemStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSUnder the wide and starry skyDig the grave and let me lie:PGlad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will.LThis be the verse you grave for me:Here he lies where he long'd to be;Home is the sailor, home from the sea,IAnd the hunter home from the hill.TTStep Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)26
Elizabeth Thomas (‘Corinna’)The Forsaken WifeStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSMethinks ’tis strange you can’t affordOne pitying look, one parting word.PHumanity claims this as due,But what’s humanity to you?LCruel man! I am not blind;Your infidelity I find.IYour want of love my ruin shows,My broken heart, your broken vows.Yet maugre all your rigid hateTI will be true in spite of fate,And one preeminence I’ll claim,To be forever still the same.Show me a man that dare be true,TStep Two: Draw the poemThat dares to suffer what I do,That can forever sigh unheard,And ever love without regard,I then will own your prior claimTo love, to honour, and to fame;Step Three: Paraphrase poemBut till that time, my dear, adieu,I yet superior am to you.Step Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)27
Thomas WyattI Find No PeaceI find no peace, and all my war is done.I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like iceStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSPI fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;And nought I have, and all the world I season.LThat loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prisonAnd holdeth me not—yet can I scape no wise—Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,IAnd yet of death it giveth me occasion.Without eyes I see, and without tongue I plain.I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.TI love another, and thus I hate myself.I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;TLikewise displeaseth me both life and death,And my delight is causer of this strife.Step Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)28
Elinor Morton WylieNow Let No Charitable HopeNow let no charitable hopeConfuse my mind with imagesStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTSPOf eagle and of antelope:I am in nature none of these.LI was, being human, born alone;I am, being woman, hard beset;II live by squeezing from a stoneThe little nourishment I get.TIn masks outrageous and austereThe years go by in single file;TBut none has merited my fear,And none has quite escaped my smile.Step Two: Draw the poemStep Three: Paraphrase poemStep Four: Connect to other poems bytopic/theme (include page numbers)29
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MODEL POEM A: ANALYSIS & ANNOTATIONSara Teasdale (1920)There Will Come Soft RainsStep One: Annotate using #123SPLITTS
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
Laila Ragab Marlena Rasmussen Prathamesh Sabarinath Lia Schwalje Molly Van Wyk POETRY 3 STORIES 27 BURSTS 31 OF CREATIVITY Inside this issue: GRANT SCHOOL LITERARY MAGAZINE . POETRY Page 3 By: Laila Ragab. POETRY Page 4 . POETRY Page 5 . POETRY Page 6 . POETRY Page 7 . Page 8 . POETRY Page 9 . POETRY Page 10 . POETRY Page 11 . POETRY Page 12 .
ESSENTIALS IN LITERATURE LEVEL 9: SAMPLE POETRY POETRY: LECTURE Day 1 - Elements of Poetry, Poetry Structure Day 2 - Sound Devices, Other Elements of Poetry Day 3 - Figurative Language DREAMS Day 1 - Meet the Author, Making Life's Connections Day 2 - Access the Backdrop, Analyzing Figurative Language: Metaphor, Elements of Poetry: Mood and Tone, Analyzing Figurative Language:
The term “English poetry” is an ambiguous one. It can mean poetry written by the English people or poetry written in the English language. Nevertheless, this course is meant to acquaint you with poetry written by the English poets and others from
Poetry Texts Structure and features of poetry texts PURPOSE Poetry captures the essence of an object, feeling or thought. Poetry for children should reflect the emotions of childhood, making students feel sensory experiences to an intensified degree and satisfying their natural response to rhythm. FORMS OF POETRY Lyric poetry
2.6.1 The Characteristics of English Poetry 19 2.6.2 The Importance of Poetry in the Classroom 21 2.6.3 Considerations and Principles of choosing an Educational Poetry 26 2.6.4 Strategies for Teaching Poetry in the Classroom 27 2.7 The Impact of Using Poetry on Devel
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English 9 Poetry Packet . 2017 2 . and sometimes to incorporate art and graphic design skills as well. Understand that it is the message that is important in poetry, not just the format or rhyming. Playing with line breaks and white space, exploring repetition and font choices . Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins I ask them to take a .
Structure of B. A. Honours English under CBCS Core Course Paper Titles 1. Introduction to English Literature 2. European Classical Literature 3. Indian Writing in English 4. British Poetry and Drama: 14th to 17th Centuries 5. American Literature 6. Popular Literature 7. British Poetry and Drama: 17th and 18th Centuries 8. British Literature .
