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Emma Lazarus (1849-1887) "The new Colossus" *On the statue of liberty *Sonnet -14 lines-10 syllables to each line *Rhyme 1&4/2&3/5&8 |
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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries |
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Thomas Hardy(1840-1928) "The Ruined Maid" *Verbal irony, Sarcasm
The rhyme scheme is AABB, and the rhymes of the third and fourth lines are identical throughout the poem: prosperi-ty and she in the first quatrain, |
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"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?"-- "O didn't you know I'd been ruined?" said she.
--"You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks, Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks; And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three!"-- "Yes: that's how we dress when we're ruined," said she.
--"At home in the barton you said 'thee' and 'thou,' And 'thik oon' and 'theäs oon' and 't'other'; but now Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compan-ny!"-- "Some polish is gained with one's ruin," said she. |
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Thomas Hardy "Are you digging at my grave?" *2 speakers *written sequentially in order to prepare the reader for an unsettling ending. |
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"Ah, are you digging on my grave, My loved one? -- planting rue?" -- "No: yesterday he went to wed One of the brightest wealth has bred. 'It cannot hurt her now,' he said, 'That I should not be true.'" "Then who is digging on my grave, My nearest dearest kin?" -- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use! What good will planting flowers produce? No tendance of her mound can loose Her spirit from Death's gin.'" |
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Emily Dickenson "Wild nights, Wild nights" *Literary friend thought the poem was inappropriate for a single woman *poetry rough, doesn't flow easily *filled with happy and sad moments |
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Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury!
Futile the winds To a heart in port, Done with the compass, Done with the chart. |
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Emily Dickinson "Because I could not stop for death" *uses personification(sees death as a friendly young man) *Last stanza moves ahead in time |
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Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. |
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Emily Dickinson "After great pain a formal feeling comes" *describing dealing with death (like being frozen to death) |
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After great pain a formal feeling comes-- The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs; The stiff Heart questions--was it He that bore? And yesterday--or centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go round A wooden way Of ground, or air, or ought, Regardless grown, A quartz contentment, like a stone. |
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Emily Dickinson "The Narrow Fellow in the grass" * about a new england snake *disguises herself as a boy |
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A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,--did you not, His notice sudden is.
The grass divides as with a comb, A spotted shaft is seen; And then it closes at your feet And opens further on.
He likes a boggy acre, A floor too cool for corn. Yet when a child, and barefoot, I more than once, at morn,
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Emily Dickinson "Some keep the sabbath going to church" *Satire of people who went to church |
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Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a Chorister -- And an Orchard, for a Dome -- Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice -- I just wear my Wings -- And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church, Our little Sexton -- sings. |
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Emily Dickinson "The Soul selects her own Society" *about loving a private life and hating publicity *personification of soul * |
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The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. |
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Robert Frost "Stopping by woods on a Snowy Evening" *conflict between 2 courses of action (watch the snow or keep going to fulfill his promise) *repeats the last two lines as a motivation thing *Simple languege and poetry |
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Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. |
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Robert Frost "The road not taken" *Simple languege *4Stanzas (5 lines to every stanza) *talking about decisions and "what if" |
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, |
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Robert Frost "After apple picking" *feelings of before and after apple picking *humans are discontent creatures *simple poetry and languege |
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My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough And held against the world of hoary grass. It melted, and I let it fall and break. But I was well Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And I could tell What form my dreaming was about to take. Magnified apples appear and disappear, Stem end and blossom end, |
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Shakespeare "#18 shall I compare thee to a summers day" *Complicated languege *Sonnet (14 lines, 4 quatraint, couplet, rhyme 1&3 2&4, 10 syllables to a line [stronger accent on even # lines) *No he wont compare her because she is better |
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate; Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. |
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Shakespeare "Sonnet 73That time of year thou mayst in me behold"
*Sonnet (14 lines, 4 quatraint, couplet, rhyme 1&3 2&4, 10 syllables to a line [stronger accent on even # lines) *about dying love affair |
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long. |
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Shakespeare "Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" *sonnet *mocking cliche poems |
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare. |
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John Keats "On first looking into Chapmans Homer" *Sonnet different from shakespeare * octave and sestet 2 dif thoughts *Written 300 years after shakerspear and now about anything not just romance |
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Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien. |
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Andrew Marvel (one of the poems on the exam) "To His Coy Mistress"
*Poem about seduction, poet trying to seduce his girlfriend
*Personification about time, which has wings (time flies)
*Coy, meaning not being completely honest, deceptive, playfully pretending one thing but believing another |
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Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. |
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Robert Browning "My Last Dutchess"
*Dramatic monolog- one person speaking and the result has an emotional impact on the man who’s listening even though the man doesn’t say anything
* In the end of the poem he had her killed, didn’t get divorced because the Pope wouldn’t have allowed it…easier to use his authority as a Duke to have her killed “All the smiles stopped.” |
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That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said “Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, How such a glance came there; so, not the first Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not Her husband’s presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say “Her mantle laps Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint |
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Edgar Allen Poe
"The Raven"
*A lot of literation *Rhyming * Techniques of sound effects *Lore meaning magic, reading a book of old magic, mainly incantations (prayers summoning up the dead) more pagan
Wisdom cannot make you happy, often the reverse, this is Poe’s idea in this poem * Can never take back knowledge *He denies when the bird says nevermore • Raises the question of the whole human race and what happens after death |
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. |
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lizabeth Bishop "The Fish"
*Narrative poem-that tells a story * Free verse, no stanzas or rhyme * Imagery-appeal to the senses (strong
• Raises the question, why do we kill animals for fun? • We are not good neighbors to these creatures |
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I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn't fight. He hadn't fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper, and its pattern of darker brown was like wallpaper: shapes like full-blown roses stained and lost through age. He was speckled and barnacles, fine rosettes of lime, and infested with tiny white sea-lice, and underneath two or three rags of green weed hung down. While his gills were breathing in the terrible oxygen --the frightening gills, fresh and crisp with blood, that can cut so badly-- |
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James Dickey "The Heaven of Animals"
Do animals have a concept of death? • Says they have no souls, but have instincts • Humans don’t really have instincts, but understanding and reasoning |
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Here they are. The soft eyes open. If they have lived in a wood It is a wood. If they have lived on plains It is grass rolling Under their feet forever. Having no souls, they have come, Anyway, beyond their knowing. Their instincts wholly bloom And they rise. The soft eyes open. To match them, the landscape flowers, Outdoing, desperately Outdoing what is required: Thr richest wood, The deepest field. |
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Russell Edson "Ape"
*Surrealistic • Whimsical; jokester, goof on things
*We are way above the animal, but at the same tine way below; like we commit crimes they do not commit |
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You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers.
I've had enough monkey, cried father.
You didn't eat the hands, and I went to all the trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother.
I'll just nibble on its forehead, and then I've had enough, said father.
I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said mother.
Why don't you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured skull, the same singed fur; like someone who died horribly. These aren't dinners, these are post-mortem dissections. |
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow "The Aresenal at Springfield" *Anti-war message, opportunity for heroism * Final stanza imagines a world of peace, led by Christ, known as the prince of Peace
*Anti-war message, opportunity for heroism
*Can we make peace with our enemys?
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This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms.
Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies
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Wilfred Owen
"Ducle et Decorum Est"
*About a poison gas attack in WWI
* Ecstasy really meaning sheer terror, gas masks were not yet invented
*Someone didn’t get his gas mask on in time |
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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
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Robert Hayden
"Those Winter Sundays"
*(Last two lines)speaker is saying to himself is that he lacked understanding of how his father was showing him (the speaker) his deep and abiding love through all the things he did for him as a boy
*The focus of this poem is about the speaker looking back on his childhood, realizing that he did not give his father as much respect as he deserved. Though he feels regret about this, he does not lay the guilt or blame upon himself, for he accepts that he was only a child and did not know any better.
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Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house, |
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William Blake "The chimney sweeper" *Metaphor, repition ,
*tells readers to assist in preventing the moral decay of lower class painful existince/
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When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said, "Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."
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Lucille Clifton "Homage to my hips"
*She uses a figurative metaphor “Hips” to represent her personal characteristics.
*She has powerful, mighty, and magic hips.
*She is proud of her body.
*She is an independent woman not to enslave to anyone even her husband |
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these hips are big hips. they need space to move around in. they don't fit into little petty places. these hips are free hips. they don't like to be held back. these hips have never been enslaved, they go where they want to go they do what they want to do. these hips are mighty hips. these hips are magic hips. i have known them to put a spell on a man and spin him like a top |
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Gwendolyn Brooks "The Mother"'
*this is a more nontraditional poem, varying in form, theme, tone, and style. *One of the reasons why this poem is so modern is because of its difference in rhyme scheme from more traditional poems. |
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Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.
I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children. I have contracted. I have eased My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck. I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized Your luck And your lives from your unfinished reach, If I stole your births and your names, |
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William Blake "The Tiger"
* 8 syllables to a line * Who created the tiger? Was it the kind and loving God who made the lamb? Or was it Satan?
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TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet?
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