Poetry
COURSE OUTLINE: This course on Poetry introduces students to various forms of poetry like tale, ballad, sonnet, lyric, epic, mock epic, satire, free verse, etc.,Students will learn about different poetic techniques and linguistic devices used by poets to communicate their feelings and thoughts exactly and creatively.
Focus Elements:
We will learn about these types of figurative language as we progress. Students will be able to identify and create their own examples.
Simile, metaphor, personification, alliteration, onomatopoeia
The Garden Year
Sara Coleridge
Ecclesiastes 3:r-8
Paraphrased by Cynrhia Rylanr
Who has seen the wind
Christina Rossetti
My Shadow
Robert Louis Stevenson
The Hayloft
Robert Louis Stevenson
The Pasture
Robert Frosc
The Land of Counterpane
Robert Louis Stevenson
Proem from the lli,ad
Homer, trans. Thornas A. Beyer
Auld Lang Syne
Robert Burns
Christopher Columbus
Stephen Vincent Bendt
“Hope”is the thing with feathers
Ernily Dickinson
The Moon
Robert Louis Scevenson
The Ways of Livirg Things
]ack Prelutsky
The Arrow and the Song
Henry Wadsworrh Longfellow
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
Eugene Field
The New Colossus
Emma Lazarus
Sample Poems
The Garden Year
Sara Coleridge
January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes,loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs
Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips,lilies, roses,
Fills the children’s hands with posies.
HotJuly brings cooling showers,
Apricots, and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
\7arm September brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasant;
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast;
Then the leaves are whirling fast
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
The Land of Counterpane
Robert Louis Stevenson
NThen I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all rhe day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
\7ith different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant Land of Counterpane.
My Shadow
Robert Louis Stevenson
I have a little shadow that goes in and our with me,
And what can be che use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up ro the head;
And I see him jr*p before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes ro growNot at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gers so lirtle that there’s none of him ar all.
He hasn’t gor a notion of hoi,v chiidren ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort ofway.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining drew on every buttercup;
But my lazylktle shadow,like an arranr sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me andwas fast asleep in bed.
