2 What is Poetry?What it is, exactly, is less important than how it makes us feel.Eleanor Farjeon (1966) def.Not a rose, but the scent of the roseIt’s a kind of language thatsays more andsays it more intenselythan ordinary language. (Laurence Perrine)
3 Poetry by Eleanor Farjeon (1966) What is Poetry? Who Knows?Not a rose but the scent of the rose;Not the sky but the light in the sky;Not the fly but the gleam of the fly;Not the sea but the sound of the sea;Not myself but what makes meSee, hear, and feel something that proseCannot, what it is, who knows?
4 Poetry… by Carl Sandburg is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what was seen during a moment
5 Elements of Poetry Rhythm Rhyme and sound Imagery Figurative language: Comparison and ContrastpersonificationShapeEmotional force, moodDiction
6 Diction Word choice Latinate and Germanic Diction Consider connotations and denotationsp. 3 With a wide mouth: 1) talkative, 2) odd lookingLatinate and Germanic DictionPoetry is often associated with fancy or elaborate vocabulary.Is French a more poetic language than German?This need not be the case. Hesse uses simple, clear, unpretentious languageMuch more Germanic or Anglo-Saxon than Latinate
7 Latinate and Anglo-Saxon Diction Old English is Germanic (Anglo-Saxon) in its forms, structures, and vocabulary. But at around 1100, the Normans invaded England causing French, a romance language (meaning it is derived from Latin) to mix with Old English. During the Renaissance ( ), thousands more words were imported directly from Latin.For this reason, English today mixes Germanic and Latinate roots. Often we can find pairs of words, near synonyms, of which one comes from an Anglo-Saxon root and one from a Latinate root. Sometimes there are three closely related words, one each from Anglo-Saxon, from Latin via French, and directly from Latin, as in kingly (Germanic), royal (from French roi), and regal (from Latin rex, regis).As a (very rough) general rule, words derived from the Germanic ancestors of English are shorter, more concrete, and more direct, whereas Latinate words are longer and more abstract: compare, for instance, the Anglo-Saxon thinking with the Latinate cogitation.Most “bad” language is of Anglo-Saxon ancestry: compare, for instance, shit (Germanic) with excrement (Latinate).
9 Poetry for childrenLike poetry for adults but may comment in a different wayPoetry that is cute, coy, nostalgic, or sarcastic might be about children, but it is not for them. (Charlotte Huck)Didactic or preachy poems are usually not insightful or particularly enjoyable.Micahel Rosen Speaks
14 The Vulture Hilaire Belloc The culture eats between his mealsand that’s the reason whyHe very, very rarely feelsAs well as you and I.His eye is dull, his head is bald,His neck is growing thinner.Oh! What a lesson for us allTo only eat at dinner
16 Betty BotterBetty Botter bought some butter. "But," she said, "the butter's bitter. If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter. But a bit of better butter-- that would make my batter better."So she bought a bit of butter, better than her bitter butter. And she put it in her batter, and the batter was not bitter. So 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter!How good a tongue twister are you?40 seconds and over: Too slow. Your grandparents could say the poem faster.30 to 40 seconds: Not bad. You're probably a faster talker than the President.20 to 30 seconds: Pretty good. You've been gifted with a fast pair of lips.15 to 20 seconds: Excellent. You can out talk anyone around.14 seconds or less: You are a tongue tying champion!
18 Fog by Carl Sandburg The fog comes On little cat feet It sits looking Over harbor and cityOn silent haunchesAnd then moves on
19 Caterpillar Christina Rossetti Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry, Take your walk To the shady leaf, or stalk, Or what not, Which may be the chosen spot. No toad spy you, Hovering bird of prey pass by you; Spin and die, To live again a butterfly.
21 How to paint a donkey by Naomi Shihab Nye She said the head was too large,the hooves too small.I could clean my paintbrushbut I couldn't get rid of that voice.While they watched,I crumpled him,let his blue bodystain my hand.I cried when he hit the can.She smiled. I could try again.Maybe this is what I unfold in the dark,deciding, for the rest of my life,that donkey was just the right size.
22 Which Lunch Table ?Where do I sit? All my friends from last year have changed; my world is f r a c t u r e d l o p s i d e d r e a r r a n g e d. Where do I fit? Nothing is clear. Can already tell this will be a jigsaw year.Swimming Upstream: Middle School Poems by Kristine O'Connell George Clarion Books, 2002
23 Poems can speak through their shapes (Concrete poems)
24 "Breezes," by Court Smith, A concrete poem THE WINDLESS ORCHARD,
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