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Poetry

An introduction to poetry - terms, ideas, and exercises for generation. Aimed at an eighth grade audience.
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Ian McCann

on 15 May 2011

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Transcript of Poetry

What gives!?! What the heck is Poetry? And this is: Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man. This is: Now, in a breath, we’ll burst those gates of gold,
And ransack heaven before our moment fails.
Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old,
We’ll mount and sing and spread immortal sails.

It is not time that makes eternity.
Love and an hour may quite out-span the years,
And give us more to hear and more to see
Than life can wash away with all its tears.

Dear, when we part, at last, that sunset sky
Shall not be touched with deeper hues than this;
But we shall ride the lightning ere we die
And seize our brief infinitude of bliss,

With time to spare for all that heaven can tell,
While eyes meet eyes, and look their last farewell. But so is this: Even with insects—
some can sing,
some can’t. And this: Crow convention at the cedar tree, black wings splayed in the sunlit fog. And even this: how can we tell what is poetry and what isn't? We
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