Poetry Project!

Poetry Project!Poetry Project!Marc CatahayMarc Catahay

Period 4Period 4

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Mrs. QuichochoMrs. Quichocho

Dedication page!Dedication page!I don’t really know who to dedicate this to, so I I don’t really know who to dedicate this to, so I

guessguess

I’ll dedicate it to Mrs.Quichocho! I dedicate this I’ll dedicate it to Mrs.Quichocho! I dedicate this to herto her

because I have to do this project 4 her class & because I have to do this project 4 her class & justjust

because she is an awesome teacher. So because she is an awesome teacher. So hopefully I gethopefully I get

A Good Grade!A Good Grade!

James Weldon Johnson James Weldon Johnson (Author study!) (Author study!)

• Born James William Johnson in Jacksonville, Florida, on June 17 1871.Born James William Johnson in Jacksonville, Florida, on June 17 1871.

• He changed his middle name to Weldon in 1913.He changed his middle name to Weldon in 1913.

• He attended Atlanta University, where he earned his A.B. in 1894, He attended Atlanta University, where he earned his A.B. in 1894, Johnson taught for two summers in rural Hampton, Georgia.Johnson taught for two summers in rural Hampton, Georgia.

• In 1895 he founded a newspaper, the In 1895 he founded a newspaper, the Daily AmericanDaily American, designed to , designed to educate Jacksonville's adult black community, but due to problems educate Jacksonville's adult black community, but due to problems with finances it was forced to shut down after only eight months. with finances it was forced to shut down after only eight months.

• Johnson died on 26 June 1938 near his summer home in Wiscasset, Johnson died on 26 June 1938 near his summer home in Wiscasset, Maine, when the car in which he was driving was struck by a train. Maine, when the car in which he was driving was struck by a train. His funeral in Harlem was attended by more than 2000 people.His funeral in Harlem was attended by more than 2000 people.

Poem #1Poem #1(book)(book)

The glory of the day was in her face!The glory of the day was in her face!

By James Weldon JohnsonBy James Weldon Johnson

The glory of the day was in her face,The glory of the day was in her face,The beauty of the night was in her eyes.The beauty of the night was in her eyes.

And over all her loveliness, the graceAnd over all her loveliness, the graceOf morning blushing in the early skies.Of morning blushing in the early skies.

And in her voice, the calling of the dove;And in her voice, the calling of the dove;Like music of a sweet melodious part.Like music of a sweet melodious part.

And in her smile, the breaking light of love;And in her smile, the breaking light of love;And all the gentle virtues in her heart.And all the gentle virtues in her heart.

And now the glorious day, the beauteous night,And now the glorious day, the beauteous night,The birds that signal to their mates at dawn,The birds that signal to their mates at dawn,

To my dull ears, to my tear-blinded sightTo my dull ears, to my tear-blinded sightAre one with all the dead, since she is gone.Are one with all the dead, since she is gone.

Explication! (poem#1)Explication! (poem#1)

• Title~ Title~ The Glory Of The Day Was In Her Face!The Glory Of The Day Was In Her Face!

• Author~ James Weldon JohnsonAuthor~ James Weldon Johnson

• Type of poem~ BalladType of poem~ Ballad

• Literary Devices~ 12 linesLiterary Devices~ 12 lines

ResponseResponseI thought that this poem was pretty I thought that this poem was pretty

good. To me it was one of the best in good. To me it was one of the best in the book. The first time I real it, I the book. The first time I real it, I

didn’t understand it. But the more I didn’t understand it. But the more I read it, It became clear to me! I think read it, It became clear to me! I think

that, in this poem the speaker, that, in this poem the speaker, compares someone he admires with compares someone he admires with

natural beauty. And that none of natural beauty. And that none of those things matter anymore those things matter anymore

because she is gone!because she is gone!

Poem# 2Poem# 2LifeLife

By Henry Van DykeBy Henry Van Dyke

Let me but live my life from year to year,Let me but live my life from year to year, With forward face and unreluctant soul; With forward face and unreluctant soul;

Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal; Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal; Not mourning for the things that disappearNot mourning for the things that disappear

In the dim past, nor holding back in fearIn the dim past, nor holding back in fear From what the future veils; but with a whole From what the future veils; but with a whole

And happy heart, that pays its toll And happy heart, that pays its toll To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.

So let the way wind up the hill or down,So let the way wind up the hill or down, O'er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy: O'er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy: Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,

My heart will keep the courage of the quest, My heart will keep the courage of the quest, And hope the road's last turn will be the best. And hope the road's last turn will be the best.

Explication (poem#2)Explication (poem#2)

• Title~ LifeTitle~ Life

• Author~ Henry Van DykeAuthor~ Henry Van Dyke

• Type of Poem~ BalladType of Poem~ Ballad


ResponseResponse

I like this poem a lot, because itI like this poem a lot, because it

relates to me in a way. because I relates to me in a way. because I

sort of live buy this life style. sort of live buy this life style. ThisThis

poem is about living your life poem is about living your life and and

never looking back. Just keep never looking back. Just keep movingmoving

forward!forward!

Poem #3Poem #3(Site)(Site)

From a secret admirerFrom a secret admirerBy anonymous!By anonymous!

Whose gift this is you cannot know. Whose gift this is you cannot know. My heart is in your keeping though. My heart is in your keeping though. You will not mind my writing here You will not mind my writing here

To tell you that I love you so. To tell you that I love you so. I know that you must think it queer I know that you must think it queer For me to love and not come near For me to love and not come near

But linger by some frozen lake But linger by some frozen lake This most romantic time of year. This most romantic time of year.

I sometimes give my head a shake I sometimes give my head a shake And ask if there is some mistake. And ask if there is some mistake.

It's lonely out here 'mid the sweep It's lonely out here 'mid the sweep Of bitter wind and icy flake. Of bitter wind and icy flake.

My love for you is dark and deep,My love for you is dark and deep,But it's a promise I will keep But it's a promise I will keep

As from afar I watch and weep, As from afar I watch and weep, As from afar I watch and weepAs from afar I watch and weep


• Title~ From A Secret AdmirerTitle~ From A Secret Admirer

• Author~ AnonymousAuthor~ Anonymous

• Type Of Poem~ BalladType Of Poem~ Ballad


responseresponse

I choose this poem because I’m I choose this poem because I’m pretty sure most people can pretty sure most people can relate to it. Especially those relate to it. Especially those

hopeless romantics out there. hopeless romantics out there. Also I think its pretty we’ll put Also I think its pretty we’ll put together. It’s to bad the author together. It’s to bad the author

is anonymous!is anonymous!

Poem#4Poem#4(site)(site)

Secret LoveSecret LoveBy ray hansellBy ray hansell

Hidden in a roomHidden in a roomOut of viewOut of view

I can only imagineI can only imagineThe magic things we'll doThe magic things we'll do

Laying down, standing upLaying down, standing upOr maybe on our knee'sOr maybe on our knee's

I only know one thing for sureI only know one thing for sureThat I'll keep coming back for moreThat I'll keep coming back for more

Because you please me to no endBecause you please me to no endShivers up my spine you sendShivers up my spine you sendYou shake me right to my coreYou shake me right to my core

No one could ever love me more No one could ever love me more


• Title~ Secret LoveTitle~ Secret Love

• Author~ Ray HansellAuthor~ Ray Hansell

• Type of poem~ BalladType of poem~ Ballad

• Literary Devices~12 lines Literary Devices~12 lines

ResponseResponse

I honestly think this poem I honestly think this poem sounds kind of perverted sounds kind of perverted

when I first read it. Even now, when I first read it. Even now, when I read it I think it sounds when I read it I think it sounds

pretty weird. But I guess it pretty weird. But I guess it just depends on how you read just depends on how you read

interpret it!interpret it!

Where do I get the wordsWhere do I get the wordsTo express how I feelTo express how I feel

How on earth do I tell youHow on earth do I tell youThat these feelings are realThat these feelings are real

There must be some wayThere must be some wayTo prove my love to youTo prove my love to you

But what can I say But what can I say So you'll believe it's trueSo you'll believe it's true

I'm not sure how to explainI'm not sure how to explainWhat I'm feeling insideWhat I'm feeling insideBut it's in you my loveBut it's in you my loveThat I wish to confideThat I wish to confide

So please listen closelySo please listen closelyAs I attempt to expose As I attempt to expose

All the things that are locked upAll the things that are locked upThat no one else knowsThat no one else knows

I've loved in the pastI've loved in the pastBut never cared so deeplyBut never cared so deeply

Nor cherished any manNor cherished any manSo strongly and passionatelySo strongly and passionately

I've never been so happyI've never been so happyNever smiled so muchNever smiled so much

And never melted so quicklyAnd never melted so quicklyFrom any mans touch From any mans touch

You set my body on fireYou set my body on fireWith each and every kissWith each and every kiss

I feel a sting in my stomachI feel a sting in my stomachAs you bring true blissAs you bring true bliss

When I look into your eyesWhen I look into your eyesAll I see is perfection All I see is perfection To me you are flawlessTo me you are flawlessGod's finest creationGod's finest creation

With each day that passesWith each day that passesI love you even moreI love you even moreFor now and for everFor now and for ever

You're the one I'll adoreYou're the one I'll adore

My AttemptMy AttemptBy anonymousBy anonymous

Poem#Poem#55 (site)(site)


• Title~ My AttemptTitle~ My Attempt

• Author~ AnonymousAuthor~ Anonymous

• Type of poem~ Ballad (I think)Type of poem~ Ballad (I think)

• Literary devices~ 36 linesLiterary devices~ 36 lines

ResponseResponse

This poem is so long. This poem is so long. Although it is long, I can still Although it is long, I can still relate to this poem because i relate to this poem because i

have felt this way once have felt this way once before. And I’m pretty sure before. And I’m pretty sure

that everyone has that everyone has experienced it once before experienced it once before

also.also.

Poem #6Poem #6(self-made)(self-made)

My HaikuMy Haiku

By Marc CatahayBy Marc Catahay

This is my Haiku,This is my Haiku,

This will be my last This will be my last poem,poem,

Hope you enjoyed it!Hope you enjoyed it!


• Title~ My HaikuTitle~ My Haiku

• Author~ Marc CatahayAuthor~ Marc Catahay

• Type of Poem~ HaikuType of Poem~ Haiku

• Literary Devices~ 3 lines (5,7,5)Literary Devices~ 3 lines (5,7,5)

ResponseResponse

My response to my poem was My response to my poem was that it was pretty awesome. that it was pretty awesome. Because I threw together so Because I threw together so

fast that I didn’t have to fast that I didn’t have to think! And It was just so I think! And It was just so I

could complete my project!could complete my project!

Poetry Project!

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