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Transcript of Poetry Terms
Definition: A poem composed as a lament for the dead.
Definition: ends the line with punctuation like periods, commas, semi-colons, and colons. Brings in a sense of closure, peace, balance, and harmony.
Each line is its own phrase.
Definition: the continuation of the sense and grammatical construction from one line of poetry to the next
One continuous sentence spilling over to multiple lines
Definition: an implied analogy, or comparison, which is carried throughout a stanza or an entire poem
Definition: A style in which combinations of words pleasant to the ear predominate
(Opposite of cacophony.)
Definition: a rhyme that appears correct based on spelling, but is a half-rhyme or slant rhyme from the pronunciation
Jessica Tueller, Sue Han, and Alex Cook
3 stages of Loss
1. Expresses grief and sorrow
2. Praise and admiration for the dead
3. Consolation and solace
O Captain! My Captain!
~ Walt Whitman
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady 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.
In Memory of W. B. Yeats
~ W. H. Auden
Praise and Admiration
Grief and Sorrow
You were silly like us; your gift survived it all:
The parish of rich women, physical decay,
Yourself. Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still,
For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives
In the valley of its making where executives
Would never want to tamper, flows on south
From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,
Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives,
A way of happening, a mouth.
Elegy 3: Change
Consolation and Solace
To live in one land is captivity,
To run all countries, a wild roguery;
Waters stink soon, if in one place they bide,
And in the vast sea are worse putrified:
But when they kiss one bank, and leaving this
Never look back, but the next bank to kiss,
Then are they purest; change is the nursery
Of music, joy, life and eternity.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
Notice how each line is it's own phrase.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
watch / match
love / move
laughter / slaughter
none / stone
have / grave
food / good
bough / rough
height / weight
are / prepare
In the English language, there are many different possible pronunciations for most letters or combinations of letters as shown by the pronunciation guide in dictionaries.
For example, the letter a:
a: act (akt), bat (bat)
A: ape (Ap), fail (fAl), day (dA)
â: air (âr), care (kâr)
ä: art (ärt), father (fä´ður)
Challenge: Spot the Eye Rhyme
Eye Rhyme - Dennis Lange
Problems may rise when writing verse
Like ankles swell with breaks;
And each must have a special nurse
To cure the painful aches.
Some battles loom twixt thought and rhymes
When both must have their ends,
That can’t be met; but best is times
When their aims meet in blends.
Eye rhyme was used to help me keep
The thought, like waters flow.
Rhyme given, thus, no cause to weep,
And neither had to bow.
The line was ended in a way
That satisfied my eye
It’s my offended ears that pay;
My ears that caught the lie.
Definition: A rhyme of two syllables, one stressed and one unstressed, Sometimes called double rhyme.
fire / desire
never / sever
measure / pleasure
fainted / acquainted
rumor / humor
number / slumber
passion / fashion
hour / shower
trimming / skimming
Sonnet number 20
A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion...
But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure
Feminine rhyme is less common than masculine rhyme (which rhymes on the last and stressed syllable because of iambic pentameter). Still, this kind of rhyme often appears in sonnets,
such as those by Shakespeare and Wordsworth.
Sonnet on London
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
very common in poetry
. . . all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town
- e. e. cummings
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Cummings, E. E. Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town. Poets.org. Web. 8/24/13
Dickinson, Emily. Hope. PoetryFoundation.org. Web. 8/24/13.
Donne, John. Elegy 3: Change. Luminarium.org. Web. 8/24/13.
Elliot, T. S. The Wasteland. Bartleby.com. Web. 8/24/13.
Keats, John. Bright Star. PoetryFoundation.org. Web. 8/24/13.
Lange, Dennis. Eye Rhyme. PoemHunter.com. Web. 8/24/13.
Shakespeare, William. Sonnet 18. Shakespeare-Online.com. Web. 8/24/13.
Sonnet 20. Shakespeare-Online.com. Web. 8/24/13.
Whitman, Walt. O Captain! My Captain! Bartleby.com. Web. 8/24/13.
Wordsworth, William. London, 1802. PoetryFoundation.org. Web. 8/24/13