1. An Epilogue I have seen flowers come in stony places, And kind things done by men with ugly faces, And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races, So I trust too. John Masefield

2. Starter: Vocabulary Recap Enjambment Alliteration Stanza Onomatopoeia Lines of a poem that run onto the next line without punctuation Two or more words near one another that start with the same letter Another word for a verse Words that sound like the thing they’re describing. E.g. splash. Tone The mood of a poem

3. Starter: Vocabulary Recap Enjambment Alliteration Stanza Lines of a poem that run onto the next line without punctuation Two or more words near one another that start with the same letter Another word for a verse Tone The mood of a poem Onomatopoeia Words that sound like the thing they’re describing. E.g. splash.

4. Unseen Poetry L.O. To decipher the mood of a poem.

5. “Reading poetry is the same as reading anything else – a leaflet, a novel, a play.” Do you agree with this statement? Why, or why not? Do you agree with this statement? Why, or why not?

6. Answer the following questions about the stanza you have been given: What is the tone of the poem? Explain with evidence. Hint: use a dictionary to look up words you don’t know. Extension: Find 3 language features in your stanza and label them: what is their effect? Extension: Find 3 language features in your stanza and label them: what is their effect?

7. Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labour in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices?

8. Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labour in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices? Robert Hayden Now that you see the whole poem, has your opinion of the tone changed? Explain why, or why not. Now that you see the whole poem, has your opinion of the tone changed? Explain why, or why not. Extension: find two quotations to back up your opinion of the poem’s tone.

9. 1.What images does Hayden use in the poem? Make a list. 2.Why do you think he chose these particular images? How do they affect the tone of the poem? 1.What images does Hayden use in the poem? Make a list. 2.Why do you think he chose these particular images? How do they affect the tone of the poem? Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices?

11. We’ve looked at imagery. Now annotate the poem with any other language features that you notice. We’ve looked at imagery. Now annotate the poem with any other language features that you notice. Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices? Ext: explain the effect of these language features.

12. What story do you think is behind this poem? What was the speaker’s childhood like? (PEEL) What relationship does the speaker have with his father? (PEEL) Ext: how does the poet create a sense of atmosphere in the house? (PEEL) Point Evidence Explain Language Feature Point Evidence Explain Language Feature Quick Analysis

13. Plenary Write one more verse to add into the middle of ‘Those Winter Sundays’. You could think about what other things the speaker experienced during childhood, either happy or sad.