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Identifying Poetic Devices Practice WS
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Love-Relationships Socratic Seminar Prep
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Poem of the Day 2014-15 Packet (IMPORTANT)
1. They are being used to prepare questions for a Socratic Seminar (a worksheet with the questions will also be attached as a file). Note: Although the other poems in the booklet may be used in developing questions, I have asked students to make sure that at least half their questions involve the following poems in some way: "Victor," "Annabel Lee," "Porphyria's Lover," "Sonnet 71," and "To Althea, From Prison." The Socratic Circle is Monday
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Socratic Seminar/Circles: Debate vs. Dialogue
The second half primarily deals with explaining and developing 4 different types of questions to be used.
Poem of the Day: "Something's Happened ..."
The following award-winning poem is by a former Fairfield student who writes anonymously. Examine the use of metaphors, similes, imagery, and personification. It is somewhat depressing, but students Tuesday praised it for the writer's skill and its accessibility.
Something’s Happened …
By A.M.B.
Something’s happened.
Whispers, like the crackling of a flame as
tongues catch on fire and the
blaze of gossip spreads.
Weak minds make good firewood.
Nothing can douse it after it’s been started,
no matter how it came about.
Whispers behind hands and hastily written notes,
wide eyes and cruel snickers.
Everyone knows
someone’s going to get hurt.
Does anybody care?
A girl loved yesterday is now
target practice for sharp words thrown carelessly
in her direction.
Some miss,
but others hit her
and she is left bleeding
because no one wants to help.
School, a breeding ground for all things nasty,
has turned into a
torture session for this subject of mockery.
Keeping her head down in the hallways,
scurrying to class,
and hiding in the bathroom, drowning in a flood of both
unjustified shame and a flow of fallen tears.
Until …
Something’s happened.
(To someone else.)
No one remembers her
anymore,
and she can finally breathe again.
Poem of the Day ... "Porphyria's Lover"
Porphyria’s Lover
BY ROBERT BROWNING
The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me — she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipped me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!
Summary
“Porphyria’s Lover,” which first appeared in 1836, is one of the earliest and most shocking of Browning’s dramatic monologues. The speaker lives in a cottage in the countryside. His lover, a blooming young woman named Porphyria, comes in out of a storm and proceeds to make a fire and bring cheer to the cottage. She embraces the speaker, offering him her bare shoulder. He tells us that he does not speak to her. Instead, he says, she begins to tell him how she has momentarily overcome societal strictures to be with him. He realizes that she “worship[s]” him at this instant. Realizing that she will eventually give in to society’s pressures, and wanting to preserve the moment, he wraps her hair around her neck and strangles her. He then toys with her corpse, opening the eyes and propping the body up against his side. He sits with her body this way the entire night, the speaker remarking that God has not yet moved to punish him. -- SMOOP
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Porphyria's Lover-Victor Compare & Contrast HW
Conference Night Scheduling, Plus College and SAT/ACT Info Sessions
*The FHS guidance department will be offering two parent information sessions during parent/teacher conferences The first will begin at 5 pm and will be a presentation on picking the right size college/university for your child. The second session will begin at 6 pm and will have information regarding ACT/SAT preparation. Representatives from TORCH prep will be presenting. Both presentations will take place in the Community Room at FHS. Parents of students in grades 10-12 are encouraged to attend both of these presentations as it is never too early to start gathering information and begin planning for the future!.
Butler Tech Deadlines
Any sophomore interested in attending a field trip to one of the campuses of Butler Tech can now pick up a permission slip and survey in the guidance office. All permission slips are due back to the guidance office by 3 p.m. on Monday, Nov. 17. No exceptions. Questions? See Ms. Schur in the guidance office.
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Poetry-Alliteration Review 11-13-14 PPT
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WTC Window Washers for Writing exercise
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"Alphabet Aerobics" by Blackalicious
Poem of the Day ... Alphabet Aerobics
“Alphabet Aerobics”
By Blackalicious
(Now it's time for our wrap up. Let's give it everything we've got.
Ready? Begin)
Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doing dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eating other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Getting godly in his game with the goriest
Hit ’em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear ’em holler at your homeboy
Imitators idolize, I intimidate
In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jocking joints
Justly, it's just me, writing my journals
Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on
Karate kick type brits in my kingdom
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses
Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered
N****** nap knowing I'm nice naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally
Operation, opposition, off, not optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines
Pummeling petty powder puffs in my prime
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quantum
Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh
Really raw raps, rising up rapidly
Riding the rushing radioactivity
Super scientifical sound search sought
Silencing super fire saps that are soft
Tales ten times talented, too tough
Take that, challengers, get a tune up
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are vain make ’em vanished
While I'm all well would a wise wordsmith just
Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yard sale I yawn
Zig-zag zombies, zoomin’ to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....
(Good ... can you say it faster?)
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