1. Poetry Terms

2. Form- the way the poem looks on the page. (See page 554) Stanza- the lines are arranged into “paragraphs” or stanzas. (See page 562) Line- can be a word, a sentence or part of a sentence. (See page 545) Speaker- a voice that “talks” to the reader, not necessarily the poet. (See page 545)

3. Rhyme- the repetition of sound at the ends of words. (See page 546 “People”) Rhythm- the beat you hear as you read a poem aloud. (See page 546 “People”) Repetition- the use of a word, phrase, or line more than once. (See page 546 “April Rain Song”) Alliteration- the repetition of a consonant sound at the beginning of words. (See page 547 “Fireworks”)

4. Images- words or phrases that call up pictures in your mind. (See page 548) Figurative language- the use of creative comparisons to describe familiar things in new ways.

5. Types of figurative language popular in poetry Simile- a comparison between two unlike things that includes the words “like” or “as”. (See page 548 for all examples) Metaphor- a comparison between two unlike things that does not include the words “like” or “as”. Personification- a description of an object, an animal, or idea as if it were human or had human qualities or reactions.

6. Different Types of Poetry Ode- a lyric poem, typically expressive or enthusiastic in emotion. (See page 614) Ballad- a simple narrative poem of folk origin, composed in short stanzas and adapted for singing. (play song) Haiku- a major form of Japanese verse, written in 17 syllables divided into 3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables (See page 578) Limerick- a kind of humorous verse of five lines, in which the first, second, and fifth lines rhyme with each other, and the third and fourth lines (See page 606)the

7. The Butterfly by Pavel Friedmann Perished at Auschwitz on Sept 29, 1944 The last, the very last, So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow. Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing Against a white stone….. Such, such a yellow Is carried lightly ‘way up high. It went away I’m sure because it wished to Kiss the world goodbye. For seven weeks I’ve lived in here, Penned up inside this ghetto But I have found my people here. The dandelions call to me And the white chestnut candles in the court. Only I never saw another butterfly. That butterfly was the last one. Butterflies don’t live in here, In the ghetto.