LAP 6 – ENGLISH 1 | FRANKLIN LEARNING CENTER

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Teacher: Ms. RamiSubject: English 1LAP #6Course #: 1001Title: Poetry LAP

INTRODUCTION

Poetry is an art form that uses various techniques such as a rhythm, rhyme, meter and cadence to create a memorable word-play experience. Whether the poem is about love, loss or what you had for dinner last night, it is the connection that you make with the reader through your words that is of importance. We will examine variety of poems, learn how the literary tools available to poets are used to craft these poems and then write some of our

own. We will also examine the lives of poets and see how they impact their world and work. I look forward to exploring some amazing poems with you this month.

OBJECTIVES1. Develop an appreciate for poets and poetry2. Gain an understanding of a specific poet and his/her work.3. Evaluate online resources to aid a research project to demonstrate

understanding of poetry related literary terms

PA STANDARDS 1.3.11A Read and understand works of literature 1.3.11C analyze the effectiveness in terms of literary quality of the author’s use of literary devices.

VOCABULARY1. Rhyme scheme2. Alliteration3. Hyperbole4. Metaphors

5. Simile6. Personification7. Poem analysis

Resources

“A Blessing” p. 407“Woman work” and “Daily” p. 408

NAME: ___________________ Period: ______

ABSTRACTThis LAP will inform you about the major learning objectives that will be covered in class. This LAP does not include daily assignments. It merely serves as a guide for the student.

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“In Just—“ p. 413-416“Haiku” – p. 418“Folding Won Tons In” p. 432“Hope is the thing with feathers” p. 435“Internment” p. 436-437“Fog” p. 440“I wandered lonely as a cloud” p. 457“Ballad of Birmingham” p. 463

*In addition to these poems, teacher will distribute other poems as a resource.

ASSESSMENTSIn order to earn credit for this LAP you must complete the following:

1. Daily Journal Entries (prompt given in class) – (Objective #1)2. Poetry Test (Objective #1, #2)3. PBL project on Poetry (Objective #3)

ACTIVITIES

Finding an Appreciation for Poetry

Refresh your memory about any of these poetry terms by going to the following websites:http://www.english.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/poetic-terms.html

http://www.poeticbyway.com/glossary.html

Poets:1. Shakespeare, William2. Carroll, Lewis3. Whitman, Walt4. Blake, William 5. Silverstein, Shel6. Yeats, William Butler7. Sanchez, Sonia8. Longfellow, Henry

Wordsworth9. Lear, Edward10.Kipling, Rudyard11. Keats, John 12.Plath, Sylvia13.Tennyson, Alfred Lord14.Giovanni, Nikki15.Hughes, Langston16.Angelou, Maya

17.Frost, Robert18. Emerson, Ralph

Waldo19. Eliot, T.S.20. Dickinson, Emily21.Cummunings. E. E.22.Neruda, Pablo23.Collins, Billy24.Oliver, Mary25.Rich, Adrianne26.Wheatley, Phyllis27.Bishop, Elizabeth28.Prelutsky, Jack29.Pinsky, Robert30.Walker, Alice31.Brooks, Gwendolyn32.Wordsworth, William

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33. Browning, Elizabeth Barrett

34. Sandburg, Carl35.Stevenson, Robert

Louis

36.Geisel, Theodore37.Dove, Rita38.Thomas, Dylan39.Toomer, Jean

Another List of Poets with focus on African-American Poets

1. Gwendolyn Brooks 2. Amiri Baraka 3. Arna Bontemps 4. Lucille Clifton 5. Countee Cullen 6. Paul Laurence Dunbar 7. Rita Dove 8. Cornelius Eady 9. James A. Emanuel 10.Jessie Redmon Fauset 11.Nikki Giovanni 12.Langston Hughes

13.Robert Hayden 14.Forrest Hamer 15.Jupiter Hammon 16.Yusef Komunyakaa 17.Etheridge Knight 18.Audre Lorde 19.Claude McKay 20.Maya Angelou 21.Wanda Phipps 22.Natasha Trethewey 23.Quincy Troupe 24.Alice Walker 25.Phillis Wheatley

26. James Weldon Johnson

Assignment:

Our class will complete a web-search to learn about each of these authors before you proceed to pick one of your major project. This will be done in-class. (Objective #3)

EXTRA-CREDIT OPPORTUNITY: During the duration of this LAP, you may bring in one of your favorite poems to share with the class and then give a brief explanation to why you chose this poem. You will reward points based on the effort put forth. (Objective #1, 2)

CRITERIA FOR CHOOSING A POEM & EARNING EXTRA CREDIT: Poem must have at least one of the poetic elements discussed in class (rhyme, alliteration, metaphor). You must be able to discuss the importance of this poem and explain the poetic element that it contains. You must have enough copies for class on the day you are presenting your poem. (Objective #1, 2)

You may bring up to three poems for extra-credit. (Objective #1, 2)

This is your RWL/major project for this LAP: choose ONE task from the list below. Be sure to complete your work with integrity. Work that is simply thrown together will NOT be accepted. (Objective #3)

Task 1: Compare and Contrast two poets from the list in a 3-4-page essay. Show how these two poets contributed to the genre of poetry

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and what they share in common and where they differ. Your essay should include a bibliography where you cite your sources.

Task 2: Present information about your author orally to an authentic audience. Your presentation should include:

Biographical information Pictures of your poet and times in which she/he lived in Oral reading of a poem Impersonating your poet, give a brief speech on one of the

themes from your poems.

Task 3: Create a podcast that highlights your poet, which includes a fictional interview with your poet. This podcast should highlight the following information about your poet:

Biographical information Pictures of your poet and times in which she/he lived in Oral reading of a poem

Task 4: Write a brief biography based on the life of your poet. (3-4 pages) The following topics must be include in your report:

early life of poet, education, career, major publications, awards/reorganization received, contribution to society and finally how poet’s life ended.

Your essay should include a bibliography where you cite your sources.

Task 5: Draw/paint an 8.5 X 11 portrait for your poet based on his or her life. Write in the back of your portrait or on a separate piece of paper the following information: how does your portrait reflect the poet’s life, what events from his/her life did you consider when creating this portrait.

Task 6: Create a Zine (mini magazine) based on the life of your poet and his/her poems.Task 7: Write an original spoken-word/rap piece based on the themes covered in your poet’s work.

Task 8: Write a resume for your poet based on his/her life.

Task 9: Teach a lesson to the class about your poet’s work/life.

Task 10: Create your own project, which will help you study the poet of your choice; your project must be approved before you can begin.

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I, Too, Sing America

by Langston Hughes

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 tableWhen company comes.Nobody'll dareSay to me,"Eat in the kitchen,"Then.Besides,They'll see how beautiful I amAnd be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

Dreams

by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. 

Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

We Real Coolby Gwendolyn Brooks

THE POOL PLAYERS.SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. WeLeft school. We

Lurk late. WeStrike straight. We

Sing sin. WeThin gin. We

Jazz June. WeDie soon.

They Ask: Is God, Too, Lonely?

Carl Sandburg

When God scooped up a handful of

dust,

And spit on it, and molded the shape

of man,

And blew breath into it and told it to

walk—

That was a great day.

And did God do this because he was

lonely?

Did God say to Himself he must have

company

And therefore he would make a man

to walk the earth

And set apart churches for speech

and song with God?

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These are questions.

They are scrawled in old caves.

They are painted in tall cathedrals.

There are men and women so lonely

they believe

God, too, is lonely.

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Introduction to PoetryBilly Collins

I ask them to take a poemand hold it up to the lightlike a color slideor press an ear against its hive.I say drop a mouse into a poemand watch him probe his way out,or walk inside the poem's roomand feel the walls for a light switch.I want them to waterskiacross the surface of a poemwaving at the author's name on the shore.But all they want to dois tie the poem to a chair with ropeand torture a confession out of it.They begin beating it with a hoseto find out what it really means.

since feeling is firste.e. cummings 

since feeling is firstwho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss you;wholly to be a foolwhile Spring is in the world

my blood approves,and kisses are a better fatethan wisdomlady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry—the best gesture of my brain is less thanyour eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: thenlaugh, leaning back in my armsfor life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

I like your body when it is with youre.e. cummings

i like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite a new thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it does,i like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its bones, and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and againkiss, i like kissing this and that of you,i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzzof your electric fur, and what-is-it comesover parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

This Is Just To Say

by William Carlos Williams

I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe icebox

and whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfast

Forgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold

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The Lessonby Maya Angelou

I keep on dying again.Veins collapse, opening like theSmall fists of sleepingChildren.Memory of old tombs,Rotting flesh and worms doNot convince me againstThe challenge. The yearsAnd cold defeat live deep inLines along my face.They dull my eyes, yetI keep on dying,Because I love to live.

Poem #3

I gather up 

each sound 

you left behind 

and stretch them 

on our bed. 

each nite 

I breathe you 

and become high.Written by Sonia Sanchez

This Marriage - Rumi

This MarriageMay these vows and this marriage be blessed. May it be sweet milk, this marriage, like wine and halvah. May this marriage offer fruit and shade like the date palm. May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day a day in paradise. May this marriage be a sign of compassion, a seal of happiness here and hereafter. May this marriage have a fair face and a good name, an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky. I am out of words to describe how spirit mingles in this marriage.

Balances by Nikki Giovanniin lifeone is alwaysbalancing

like we juggle our mothersagainst our fathers

or one teacheragainst another(only to balance our grade average)

3 grains of saltto one ounce truth

our sweet black essenceor the funky honkies down the street

and lately i've begun wonderingif you're trying to tell me something

we used to talk all nightand do things alone together

and i've begun

(as a reaction to a feeling)to balancethe pleasure of loneliness

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against the painof loving you

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Winter PoemNikki Giovanni

once a snowflake fell on my brow and i loved it so much and i kissed it and it was happy and called its cousins and brothers and a web of snow engulfed me then i reached to love them all and i squeezed them and they became a spring rain and i stood perfectly still and was a flower

Sylvia Plath 

Mirror  I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislikeI am not cruel, only truthful –The eye of a little god, four-cornered.Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so longI think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.Faces and darkness separate us over and over. Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.Searching my reaches for what she really is.Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.I see her back, and reflect it faithfullyShe rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.I am important to her. She comes and goes.Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old womanRises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish. 

The Rose That Grew From ConcreteDid you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet. Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

Claude McKay: If We Must Die (1919)

In 1919 there was a wave of race riots consisting mainly of white assaults on black neighborhoods in a dozen American cities. Jamaican-born writer Claude McKay responded by writing this sonnet, urging his comrades to fight back. It had a powerful impact, then and later.

For what reason does McKay say even a doomed resistance is worth while?

If we must die, let it not be like hogsHunted and penned in an inglorious spot,

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While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,Making their mock at our accursed lot.If we must die, O let us nobly die,So that our precious blood may not be shedIn vain; then even the monsters we defyShall be constrained to honor us though dead!O kinsmen we must meet the common foe!Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!What though before us lies the open grave?Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

POETRY ANALYSIS QUIZ

Name: ________________ Period: _____________ Date: _____________

Please review the poem carefully then write a poem analysis using the model we discussed in our class. Good luck and I look forward to reading your response.

Eating Poetry Mark Strand

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Eating Poetry

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Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.Her eyes are sadand she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.The light is dim.The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,their blond legs burn like brush.The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.When I get on my knees and lick her hand,she screams.

I am a new man,I snarl at her and bark,I romp with joy in the bookish dark.