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UsefulInterestingMemorable
A good class is:
Time for a new
approach
Going to highlight everything you can use to talk about the theme of a poem.
By the end of the class, you shall be able to discuss the theme of any poem in great detail.
Today
Unseen Poetry 3
Heading
Mr. Dunne 1st October
1. A poet becomes obsessed with an emotional
concept to the point where he or she must write
it down.
2. A poet creates a device which shall reproduce
this emotional concept in others.
3. A reader encounters the device and becomes
aware of the concept. That concept is the theme
of the poem.
Philip Larkin – Three stages of poetry
How to find a theme – S.P.I.T.
S.p.i.t.s.
S. – Subject Matter
P. – Purpose or Message
I. – Identify Emotion, Mood or
Feeling
T. – Technique
S. – Summary
How to find out the theme or purpose of a poem.
Subject Matter
What is the poem about?
What is the story, the setting, the
event as you see it?
The title of a poem gives clues
about the theme.
A Room in the Past
Nettles
A Sentimental Moment
Examples
Purpose or Message
Why did the poet write the poem?
Is the poet trying to tell you something
or convince you of something?
The answer can be derived from the
last line or stanza usually.
“turning her back on the rest of us, forever”.
“My son would often feel sharp wounds again”.
“I sometimes start to reach for his hand”
Examples
Identify Emotion, Mood or Feeling
Is there a strong feeling in this poem?
How does it make the reader feel?
If you do not see a word you can
associate with a feeling, look at the
verbs and act them out.
“A kitchen falling through time”
“Slashed in fury” or “feel sharp
wounds again”
“He doesn’t know”
Examples
Technique
Structure, Language, Imagery,
Movement.
S.L.I.M.
How the poem looks, sounds, thinks and
moves all reveal the theme.
A Sentimental Moment There are stanzas - There is order.
Language – what words or letters repeat
Image of the son – age.
No full stop at end of first stanza – confusion.
Examples
Summary
What is the impact of the
whole poem for you?
What do you think?
Margaret Walker is an African-American poet. In
this poem she celebrates experiences of the
African Americans.
Two of the three poems you have done so far
have had introductions such as this.
I Want to Write
I Want to WriteI want to writeI want to write the songs of my people.I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark.I want to catch the last floating strains from their
sob-torn throats
I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes.
I want to catch their sunshine laughter in a bowl;fling dark hands to a darker skyand fill them full of starsthen crush and mix such lights till they becomea mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn.
I Want to Write – S. I want to writeI want to write the songs of my people.I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark.I want to catch the last floating strains from their
sob-torn throats
I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes.
I want to catch their sunshine laughter in a bowl;fling dark hands to a darker skyand fill them full of starsthen crush and mix such lights till they becomea mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn.
I Want to Write – S. I want to writeI want to write the songs of my people.I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark.I want to catch the last floating strains from their
sob-torn throats
I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes.
I want to catch their sunshine laughter in a bowl;fling dark hands to a darker skyand fill them full of starsthen crush and mix such lights till they becomea mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn. - P.
I Want to Write – S. I want to writeI want to write the songs of my people.I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark.I want to catch the last floating strains from their
sob-torn throats
I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes.
I want to catch their sunshine laughter in a bowl;fling dark hands to a darker skyand fill them full of starsthen crush and mix such lights till they becomea mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn. - P.
sob-torn i.
I Want to Write – S. I want to writeI want to write the songs of my people.I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark.I want to catch the last floating strains from their
sob-torn throats
I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes.
I want to catch their sunshine laughter in a bowl;fling dark hands to a darker skyand fill them full of starsthen crush and mix such lights till they becomea mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn. - P.
sob-torn i.
i. sunshine laughter
I Want to Write – S. I want to writeI want to write the songs of my people.I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark.I want to catch the last floating strains from their
sob-torn throats
I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes.
I want to catch their sunshine laughter in a bowl;fling dark hands to a darker skyand fill them full of starsthen crush and mix such lights till they becomea mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn. - P.
sob-torn i.
i. sunshine laughter
singing
fillcrush
I Want to Write – S. I want to writeI want to write the songs of my people.I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark.I want to catch the last floating strains from their
sob-torn throats
I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes.
I want to catch their sunshine laughter in a bowl;fling dark hands to a darker skyand fill them full of starsthen crush and mix such lights till they becomea mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn. - P.
sob-torn i.
i. sunshine laughter
singing
fillcrush
T.
T.
I Want to Write – S. I want to writeI want to write the songs of my people.I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark.I want to catch the last floating strains from their
sob-torn throats
I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes.
I want to catch their sunshine laughter in a bowl;fling dark hands to a darker skyand fill them full of starsthen crush and mix such lights till they becomea mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn. - P.
sob-torn i.
i. sunshine laughter
singing
fillcrush
T.
T.
stars
strains
Songs
such
sky
souls
I Want to Write – S. I want to writeI want to write the songs of my people.I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark.I want to catch the last floating strains from their
sob-torn throats
I want to frame their dreams into words; their souls into notes.
I want to catch their sunshine laughter in a bowl;fling dark hands to a darker skyand fill them full of starsthen crush and mix such lights till they becomea mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn. - P.
sob-torn i.
i. sunshine laughter
singing
fillcrush
T.
T.
stars
Dark hands to a darker sky
catch the last floating strains
Songs
such
sky
souls
frame their dreams into words
throats
I Want to Write – S.
a mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn. - P.
sob-torn i.
i. sunshine laughter
singing
fillcrush
stars
Dark hands to a darker sky
strains
Songs
such
souls
catch the last floating strains
frame their dreams into words
throats
I Want to Write – Subject a mirrored pool of brilliance in the dawn. - Purposesob-torn i.
i. sunshine laughter
singing
fill
crush
stars
singing
Songs
such
souls
catch the last floating strainsframe their dreams into words
Two stanza – order, sense, structure
identify emotions
Techniques
sob-torn throats
Dark hands to a darker sky
Your opinion is always important. A quick summary of the poem and its effect on you is always welcome.
Summary
The poet Rosita Boland reflects on the tragedy of the war-torn region in our world
Butterflies
Subject Matter
Purpose or Message
Identify Emotion, Mood or Feeling
Technique
Summary
S.p.i.t.s.
ButterfliesIn Bosnia, there are landmines Decorated with butterflies And left on the grassy pathways Of rural villages.
The children come, quivering down Familiar lanes & fields. Hands outstretched, they reach triumphant For these bright, elusive insects - Themselves becoming wingéd in the act; Gaudy and ephemeral.
(Gaudy – loud or noisy)(Ephemeral –lasts a short amount of time)
(hint – landmine)
ButterfliesIn Bosnia, there are landmines Decorated with butterflies And left on the grassy pathways Of rural villages.
The children come, quivering down Familiar lanes & fields. Hands outstretched, they reach triumphant For these bright, elusive insects - Themselves becoming wingéd in the act; Gaudy and ephemeral.
(Gaudy – loud or noisy)(Ephemeral –lasts a short amount of time)
(hint – landmine)
Butterflies – S landmines
Decorated with butterflies
quivering
Outstretched triumphantBright, elusive insects
Becoming wingéd in the act
Gaudy and ephemeral – P
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Subject Matter
Purpose or Message
Identify Emotion, Mood or Feeling
Technique
Summary
S.p.i.t.s.
Subject Matter – Butterflies – link to the rest
Purpose or Message
Identify Emotion, Mood or Feeling
Technique
Summary
S.p.i.t.s.
Subject Matter – Butterflies – link to the rest
Purpose or Message - Becoming wingéd in the
act, Gaudy and ephemeral
Identify Emotion, Mood or Feeling
Technique
Summary
S.p.i.t.s.
Subject Matter – Butterflies – link to the rest
Purpose or Message - Becoming wingéd in the
act, Gaudy and ephemeral
Identify Emotion, Mood or Feeling - quivering
Technique –
Summary –
S.p.i.t.s.
Subject Matter – Butterflies – link to the rest
Purpose or Message - Becoming wingéd in the
act, Gaudy and ephemeral
Identify Emotion, Mood or Feeling - quivering
Technique – image of landmine and wings
Summary –
S.p.i.t.s.
Subject Matter – Butterflies – link to the rest
Purpose or Message - Becoming wingéd in the
act, Gaudy and ephemeral
Identify Emotion, Mood or Feeling - quivering
Technique – image of landmine and wings
Summary – landmines kill children
S.p.i.t.s.
Child Of Our TimeYesterday I knew no lullabyBut you have taught me overnight to orderThis song, which takes from your final cryIts tune, from your unreasoned end its reason;Its rhythm from the discord of your murder,Its motive from the fact you cannot listen.
We who should have known how to instructWith rhymes for your waking, rhythms for your sleepNames for the animals you took to bed,Tales to distract, legends to protect,Later an idiom for you to keepAnd living, learn, must learn from you, dead.
To make our broken images rebuildThemselves around your limbs, your brokenImage, find for your sake whose life our idleTalk has cost, a new language. ChildOf our time, our times have robbed your cradle.Sleep in a world your final sleep has woken.
Homework
Discuss the theme of the poem.Use s.p.i.t.s.