1. Learning Objective: 4L2 In the lesson you will determine the meaning of phrases used in poetry by analyzing figurative language. What are we going to do? What does determine mean? determine means __________. CFU 1 determine means find Figurative language is Vocabulary

2. What are we doing today? Partner share Today we will determine the meaning of _______________ in poetry by ____________figurative language.

3. APK What does the phrase, It’s raining cats and dogs, mean?

4. Metaphors and Similes create an image of the person or thing being described in the readers head. Concept Development What a similie? What is a metaphor? _______ CFU Metaphor and simile, figurative, literal Vocabulary Simile compares two things that are not alike and uses the words “like” or “as” Example: The cat’s eyes glowed in the dark like fiery coals. Metaphor compares two things that are not alike and without using the words “like” or “as” Example: The cat’s eyes were fiery coals in the dark. African American Notable Poet Langston Hughes Lived during a time when African Americans were treated unfairly

5. I, Too I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America. By Langston Hughes

6. Youth by Langston Hughes We have tomorrow Bright before us Like a flame. Yesterday A night-gone thing, A sun-down name. And dawn-today Broad arch above the road we came. We march!

7. Harlem By Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred?Langston Hughes Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

8. When Sue Wears Red When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, Jesus! When Susanna Jones wears red A queen from some time-dead Egyptian night Walks once again. Blow trumphets, Jesus! And the beauty of Susanna Jones in red Burns in my heart a love-fire sharp like a pain. Sweet silver trumphets, Jesus