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by Lisa von Braun
|Royal Blue Literature book: p.986- Poetry- Sonnet 18 -William Shakespeare -p.990 The Waking-Theodore Roethke- p.986 Oh City, Oh City - Delmore Schwartz||temperate p.990 tyranny eternal p.990 anguished diminution articulate VOCABULARY|
|Literary Terms Review onomatopoeia p. 945 assonance p.945 consonance p.945 simile metaphor alliteration||Literary Terms : sonnet p. 985 villanelle p.985 iambic pentameter iamb p.R9 meter p.R9 metric foot/feet p.R9|
|Iambic Pentameter The sonnet requires a consistent metrical pattern; the fundamental pattern of the sonnet in English is iambic pentameter. Iambic pentameter means, in strict terms, there should be 10 syllables and 5 accents or stresses per line, patterned so that the stresses fall on the even-numbered syllables.||When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain / when I/ have FEARS/ that I/ may CEASE/ to BE/ / be FORE/ my PEN/ has GLEANED/ my TEEM/ ing BRAIN/ This pattern is composed entirely of iambs, units of 2 syllables with the first unstressed and the second stressed: / iamb/ iamb/ iamb/ iamb/ iamb/ / iamb/ iamb/ iamb/ iamb/ iamb/|
Level C - Must complete at least two from this section.
C1 Take 5 literary terms above and find one example of each (either paste into Word document or copy down) = 10 points
C2 Read the poem Sonnet 18 p. 990 . Answer #1-5 p.990= 15 points
C3 Write three sentences entirely in iambic pentameter, mark the metric feet=15 points
C4 Recite any poem by Delmore Schwartz, Shakespeare, or Theodore Roethke aloud to the class= 5 points - *can repeat with a different poem for added credit.
C5 Use one vocabulary word or literary term above to write a sentence. Your sentence needs to reflect that you know the meaning of the word +each sentence uses a new word. Ten sentences total. = 15 points.
C6 Define the following terms: Iamb, Trochee, Anapest, Dactyl and Spondee= 15 points
C7 Make 10 neat Greek Root flashcards using the book provided by the teacher. Place the root on one side, the definition on the other. = 10 points (quiz the class for an added five points) = 15 points
C8 Vocab Packet- each page is 10 points (if entirely correct)
B1 Write a brief biography (300 or more words) - IN YOUR OWN WORDS- on
Delmore Schwartz. See www.poets.org or http://www.pbs.org/hollywoodpresents/collectedstories/writing/write_schwartz_1.html
for ideas. Must be in your own words entirely or it will be returned with no points = 25 points.
B2 Read p. 985 - Create a PowerPoint slide show that explains haiku, tanka, sonnet and villanelle as poetic forms. Use definitions and examples taken from poems to explain the meaning of these terms= 25 points Present to the class for an additional 10 points
Create a slide show which explains Iambic Pentameter, including Iamb, Trochee, Anapest, Dactyl, and Spondee. Use examples, perhaps animation= 25 points Present to the class for an additional 10 points
B3 Find ONE another poem by Delmore Schwartz, Theodore Roethke, or William Shakespeare.
Analyze the poem. Show where the poet is using techniques such as rhyme scheme, alliteration,
simile, metaphor, meter etc. You may copy the poem from the web, highlight or use
Word/Inspiration to diagram where the author uses techniques and literary terms. = 25 points
Level A - Only one from this section.
A1 Design assignment with teacher that covers sonnets or poets we are working on this week/memorize one of the sonnets and perform for the class = 35 points
A2 Compare Shakespeare's sonnet to Delmore Schwartz' sonnet. Why do you think the poet used this form for the poem? How is the subject matter different/the same? Each of the poets is comparing something - analyze how each poet compares, what examples/metaphors they choose, what literary techniques they use to craft the poem. Your analysis should run 150-200 words (minimum) = 35 points
To email me: firstname.lastname@example.org
I Am a Book I Neither Wrote nor Read By Delmore Schwartz
I am a book I neither wrote nor read,
A comic, tragic play in which new masquerades
Astonishing as guns crackle like raids
Newly each time, whatever one is prepared
To come upon, suddenly dismayed and afraid,
As in the dreams which make the fear of sleep
The terror of love, the depth one cannot leap.
How the false truths of the years of youth have passed!
Have passed at full speed like trains which never stopped
There where I stood and waited, hardly aware,
How little I knew, or which of them was the one
To mount and ride to hope or where true hope arrives.
I no more wrote than read that book which is
The self I am, half-hidden as it is
From one and all who see within a kiss
The lounging formless blackness of an abyss.
How could I think the brief years were enough
To prove the reality of endless love?
Sonnet: O City, City By Delmore Schwartz
To live between terms, to live where death
Has his loud picture in the subway ride,
Being amid six million souls, their breath
An empty song suppressed on every side,
Where the sliding auto's catastrophe
Is a gust past the curb, where numb and high
The office building rises to its tyranny,
Is our anguished diminution until we die.
Whence, if ever, shall come the actuality
Of a voice speaking the mind's knowing,
The sunlight bright on the green windowshade,
And the self articulate, affectionate, and flowing,
Ease, warmth, light, the utter showing,
When in the white bed all things are made.
|Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18) William Shakespeare|
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 dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest 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.
|That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73) William Shakespeare|
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 ruined 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 all up in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.