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POETRY IS THE FOCUS OF ESSAY QUESTION #1 ON THE AP LITERATURE EXAM
WE WILL WORK ON POETRY THROUGHOUT THE YEAR,
HOWEVER, THE FOCUS WILL BE ON THE THIRD QUARTER.
THIS QUARTER WE WILL WORK ON A GENERAL READING OF POETRY.
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
POETRY HAS FORMS, STYLES, AND TERMS JUST AS LITERATURE HAS.
POETRY BASICALLY SHOULDBE BROKEN DOWN TO SEEWHAT THE POEM MEANS, HOW THEY SHOW THAT, AND MOST IMPORTANT THE SO WHAT QUESTION.
IN OTHER WORDS, HOW DO YOU KNOW THEY MEAN THAT AND NOT SOMETHING ELSE?
WHAT DOES THE AUTHOR OF “AUTUMN REFRAIN” MEAN?
Mirror in February
The day dawns, with scent of must and rain,Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.Under the fading lamp, half dressed -- my brainIdling on some compulsive fantasy --I towel my shaven jaw and stop, and stare,Riveted by a dark exhausted eye,A dry downturning mouth.
It seems again that it is time to learn,In this untiring, crumbling place of growthTo which, for the time being, I return.Now plainly in the mirror of my soulI read that I have looked my last on youthAnd little more; for they are not made wholeThat reach the age of Christ.
Below my window the wakening trees,Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced Suffering their brute necessities;And how should the flesh not quail, that span for span Is mutilated more? In slow distasteI fold my towel with what grace I can,Not young, and not renewable, but man.
WHAT DOES THIS POEM MEAN TO YOU?
HOW DID THE AUTHOR GET THAT ACROSS TO YOU?
DO YOU NOTICE ANY LITERARY ELEMENTS THAT ENHANCE THE POEM?
FOR TOMORROW:
READ THE FOUR POEMS ON THE WORKSHEET AND COMPLETE QUESTIONS
1-3 FOR ANY ONE POEM.
YOU WILL NOT BE GRADED ON CORRECTNESS.
DISCUSS YOUR FINDINGS
ON THE POEM
YOU CHOSE.
READ THROUGH THE STEPS ON THE SHEET.
NOW LET’S APPLY TP-CASTT
Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put awayMy labor, and my leisure too,For his civility.
We passed the school, where children stroveAt recess, in the ring;We passed the fields of gazing grain,We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, be passed us;The dews grew quivering and chill,For only gossamer my gown,My tippet only tulle.
We paused before house that seemedA swelling of the ground;The roof was scarcely visible,The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet eachFeels shorter than the dayI first surmised the horses' headsWere toward eternity.
USE THE TP-CASTTMETHOD ON THE
FOLLOWING POEM.
BE PREPARED TO DISCUSS!!!!!!!!!!!
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
FOR MONDAY:
TP-CASTT ANY OF THE FOUR POEMS FROM YOUR
WORKSHEET
YOU MAY NOT USE THE SAME POEM YOU ANSWERED THE QUESTIONS ON.
my sweet old etceteraaunt lucy during the recent
war could and whatis more did tell you justwhat everybody was fighting
for,my sisterisabel created hundreds(andhundreds) of socks not tomention shirts fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, mymother hoped that
i would die etceterabravely of course my father usedto become hoarse talking about how it wasa privilege and if only hecould meanwhile my
self etcetera lay quietlyin the deep mud et
Cetera(dreaming,et cetera, ofYour smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera)
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!by Walt Whitman
I.O captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the stead keel, the vessel grim and daring.But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!Where on the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.II.
O captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up! for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills:
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding:For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning.
O captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deckYou've fallen cold and dead.
III.My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will.The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done:
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!Exult, O abores! and ring, O bells!
But I, with silent tread,Walk the spot my captain lies
Fallen cold and dead.
WHAT IS THE TONE?
WHAT DOES THE POEM MEAN?
WHO IS THE CAPTAIN?
After Apple Picking by Robert Lee Frost My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still. And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples; I am drowsing off. I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the water-trough, And held against the world of hoary grass. It melted, and I let it fall and break. But I was well Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And I could tell What form my dreaming was about to take. Magnified apples appear and reappear, Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing clear. My instep arch not only keeps the ache, It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round. And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin That rumbling sound Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much Of apple-picking; I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired. There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall, For all That struck the earth, No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble, Went surely to the cider-apple heap As of no worth. One can see what will trouble This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. Were he not gone, The woodchuck could say whether it's like his Long sleep, as I describe its coming on, Or just some human sleep.
HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH NARRATIVE POEMS?
WHAT IS FROST TELLING US?
CAN YOU USE THE POEM TO SUPPORT YOURANSWER?
READ “THE EAGLE” PAGE 649
AND THE QUESTIONS THAT FOLLOW.
BE READY TO ANSWER, DISCUSS, AND DEFEND.
READ “WINTER” ON PAGE 650
MAKE SURE YOU KNOW YOUR STUFF
READ “THE WHIPPING” ON PAGE 656
LOOK FOR BEAUTY AND TRUTH.
READ “THE FISH” AND WRITE 2 QUESTIONSYOU WOULD LIKE YOUR CLASSMATES TO ANSWER
The Fish by William Butler Yeats
ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow Of the pale tide when the moon has set, The people of coming days will know About the casting out of my net, And how you have leaped times out of mind Over the little silver cords, And think that you were hard and unkind, And blame you with many bitter words.
BEFORE YOU LEAVE:
READ “THE LAST NIGHT SHE LIVED” AND
ANSWER QUESTIONS 2-5 IN COMPLETE SENTENCES.
READ “THE RED WHEEL BARROW”
WRITE DOWN TWO QUESTIONS ---
ESPECIALLY ANY POINTS OF CONFUSION
(IF YOU HAVE ANY).
RED WHEEL BARROW
so much dependsupon
a red wheelbarrow
glazed with rainwater
beside the whitechickens.
READ THE QUESTIONS THAT FOLLOW TO HELP YOU—SAME AS THE TEST—TAKE WHAT THEY GIVE YOU.
READ “THE WAKING” AND WRITE
THREE QUESTIONS—MAKE SURE
THEY ARE QUALITY!!!!!!!!!!!!
ANSWER YOUR CLASSMATE’S QUESTIONS.
Ad Olum by Robert Louis Stevenson
CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word {in what I sing If I no longer hail thee { King and Lord { Lord and King I have redeemed myself with all I had, And now possess my fortunes poor but glad. With all I had I have redeemed myself, And escaped at once from slavery and pelf. The unruly wishes must a ruler take, Our high desires do our low fortunes make: Those only who desire palatial things Do bear the fetters and the frowns of Kings; Set free thy slave; thou settest free thyself.
USE ANY STYLE OR METHOD TO ANALYZE“SUICIDE NOTE.”
SUICIDE NOTE
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss
USE ANY METHOD TO ANALYZE “POETRY:I”
DUE AT THE END OF CLASS.
TOMORROW WE WILL HAVE AN INCLASS WRITING QUIZ ON POETRY!
GOOD LUCK
