Transcript Slide 1

Imagery
An appeal to the 5 senses
Types of Imagery
Auditory (sound)
 Visual (sight)
 Tactile (touch)
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Words can help you to imagine things
Some words form pictures or senseimpressions in your imagination.
 These pictures are called images.
 An image word is one we can perceive
with our 5 senses (taste, sight, sound,
smell, touch).
 Look for the image words in the following
poem
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I Wonder Why
I like rain
and cool woods
white snow at Christmas
frost on the window pane.
I like clouds floating in a blue sky
and birds
and cats
and little puppies.
frost on the window pane
Rain
Drip, drop, splash!
(sound)
Diamonds slipping from a blue velvet sky. (touch)
Dashing and dancing as they descend,
(sight)
Crisp, cool, sweet, nourishing
(taste)
Refreshing, clean, full of life.
(smell)
By: D. James
September by John Updike
The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel –
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Drying grass,
New books and blackboard
Chalk in class.
Use the senses to describe an object
in a poem
Sight
Smell
Taste
Touch
Sound
Subject
Yellow, flowing gold;
clover-rich smell;
soft warmth on my tongue
smooth, sticky liquid,
bzzzz,
honey.
Symbolism
A symbol is a word or image that
represents something else ( a concrete
object represents an abstract idea).
 Poets (and writers) find the symbol a
useful device because it carries a strong
emotional impact.
 For example, the symbol of the cross is
stronger than the word Christianity
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Sometimes readers of poetry must go
beyond the literal meaning of words
 They must be able to perceive the poems
meaning through suggestions (symbols)
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Common symbols
Cross = Christianity
 Dove = peace
 Eagle = USA
 Maple leaf = Canada
 Red = communism
 Balanced scale = justice
 Cupid/heart = love
 Horseshoe = luck
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Other symbols:
Light bulb = idea
 Owl = wisdom / education
 Poinsettia = Christmas
 Compass = direction
 Olive branch = peace
 Storm = chaos
 Night = darkness / evil
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Symbols are a key to deeper
understandings of poems and books.
I am a Rock
A winter's dayin a deep and dark December
I am aloneGazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock, I am an island.
Rhyme Scheme
The pattern or sequence of rhyme in a
poem.
 The sound at the end of the first line is
given “a” and the next new sound “b”
 When a sound is repeated it is given the
same letter
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Example
In June
He tolled
A tune
So bold
a
b
a
b
Limerick Rhyme Scheme
There once was a lady in Spain.
Who said she had nothing to gain.
She gave it a try.
And said she could fly.
But crashed when she flew in the rain.
a
a
b
b
a
Remember…
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Never sacrifice meaning for rhyme
Rhyme scheme practice sheet
a

A word is dead
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When it is said
a

Some say.
b

I think it just
c

Begins to live
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That day.
d
b
Write a letter of the alphabet next to each line of each poem to show
the rhyme scheme.
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight
falls
And the purple-stemmed wild
raspberries grow.
A
A
B
B
A
This biplane is the shape of
human flight.
 Its name might better be First
Motor Kite.
 Its makers’ name – Time cannot
get that wrong,
 For it was writ in heaven doubly
Wright.
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A
B
C
B
There was a road ran past our
house
 Too lovely to explore.
 I asked my mother once – she said
 That if you followed where it led
 It brought you to the milkman’s
door.
 (That’s why I have not traveled
more.)
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A
B
C
C
B
B
The ostrich is a silly bird
 With scarcely any mind.
 He often runs so very fast,
 He leaves himself behind.
 And when he gets there, has to stand
 And hang about til night,
 Without a blessed thing to do
 Until he comes in sight.
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A
B
C
B
D
E
F
E
Rhythm and meter
Rhythm is when the words flow in a
natural manner.
 Meter is the rhythmical quality (pattern) in
poetry
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We Real Cool
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
The Cremation of Sam McGee
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
The Raven
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,
" ‘t is some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my
chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."
Casey At the Bat
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville
nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one
inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and
Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of
the game.