POETRY YAY FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE SIMILE A comparison using

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. 1. 2. 3. 4. 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 p 608 1. What is being compared? Read First Lesson p 609 1. What is the speaker teaching his daughter to do? 2. 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 p 612 – Extended Metaphor Poem 1. Find one example of a metaphor in this poem. 2. Overall, what is being compared in the poem? 3. Why are the clouds “mares” instead of “stallions”? Read Sunset p 613 – Extended Metaphor Poem 1. What three sounds are you asked to hear in lines 4 -6? 2. Find one example of a simile in this poem.

TALK TO ME, BABY! Figurative Language 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 p 618 1. Find three lines that contain personification. 2. 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 p 628 1. What is the mood of this poem? 2. What sounds are you asked to hear? 3. 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 p 638 1. What two stanzas are repeated? 2. Find two lines that have parallel structure. 3. Find an example of alliteration.

METER • METER – the formal rhythm of the poem. READ – BUFFALO DANCE SONG p 642 1. What effect does repetition have on this poem? 2. What does the rhythm of this poem imitate?

More…. • Read Jazz Fantasia p 644 1. Find five musical instruments in stanzas 1&2. 2. Find four examples of onomatopoeia. 3. How does the mood change in this poem in the last stanza?

OTHER TYPES OF POEMS SONNETS… 14 LINES, Iambic Pentameter, abab cdcd efef gg 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 delight C Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. D I love to hear her speak, yet well I know E 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 rare G 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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