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12 - Poetry Unit - 2018-2019 - Student Handouts
12 - Poetry Unit - 2018-2019 - Student Handouts
Unit Overview
During our study of poetry, we will be:
● Writing our own poetry, and sharing it with our classmates
● Reading a variety of poems in class (you are encouraged to read more!)
● Writing about how poems work, in expository form
● Looking at ideas in poems, and how they might appear in other texts
● Working on our essay writing skills
● Learning many terms related to the study of poetry, most of which will be defined in your literary terms, and
poetry terms handouts
Last night
By Jalalud’din Rumi
Last night
I begged the Wise One to tell me
the secret of the world.
Gently, gently he whispered,
“Be quiet,
the secret cannot be spoken,
it is wrapped in silence”.
Lyric Poems
Questions for discussion:
Getting Pregnant
by Lorna Crozier1 1. Which lines struck you on your first reading?
Why?
You can’t get pregnant
If it’s your first time.
2. When you read the poem in your mind, or
You can’t get pregnant perhaps aloud, which words did you imagine
if you do it standing up, stressed, or emphasized? If you change that
if you don’t French kiss, stress, or emphasis, how does it change the
if you pretend meaning of the poem?
you won’t let him
but just can’t stop.
3. Nothing in a poem is unintentional. So,
You can’t get pregnant looking back at the trail of clues the poet has
if you go to the bathroom left us, who do you imagine is the speaker? Be
right after, specific in your estimation.
if you ride a horse
bareback, if you jump
up and down on one leg, 4. There are many strange details mentioned in
if you lie in the snow this poem. Why do you think the poet has put
till your bum feels numb, them there? What effect are they hoping to
if you do it in the shower, achieve, or create?
if you eat garlic,
if you wear a girdle,
if it’s only your second time. 5. What is the speaker’s tone (attitude), towards
You can’t get pregnant what they’re discussing? What lines, phrases,
or words support your assertion?
if he keeps his socks on,
if he’s captain of the football team,
if he says he loves you, 6. Aside from repetition, how has the poet
if he comes quickly, manipulated, or played with language here?
if you don’t come at all, Where do you see some clever word-work?
if it’s only your third time. Some suggestion words to look up in your
literary terms package: imagery,
You can’t get pregnant juxtaposition, apostrophe
if he tells you
you won’t.
1
Lorna Crozier is a Canadian poet who holds the Head Chair
in the Writing Department at the University of Victoria. She
has authored fifteen books and was named an Officer of the
Order of Canada in 2011
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the mother
Gwendolyn Brooks (1917-2000)
Out of albumen and blood, out of amniotic brine, Questions for discussion:
placental sea-swell, trough, salt-spume and foam, 1. What lines or phrases strike you, on first
reading?
you came to us infinitely far, little traveler, from the other world—
skull-keel and heel-hull socketed to pelvic cradle,
2. Who do you imagine is speaking, in this
rib-rigging, bowsprit-spine, driftwood-bone, poem? Why?
the ship of you scudding wave after wave of what-might-never-have-been.
as we looked at every pock and crook of your skull, 7. Why do you think the poet chose the title,
every clotted hair, seal-slick on your blue-black scalp, “fugue” for this poem? How does it suit
the content?
every lash, every nail, every pore, every breath,
with so much wonder that wonder is not the word—
2
A fugue is a musical genre that is structured using a repeating musical motif. You can view a performance of Bach’s fugue in G minor (BWV
578) here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZd2q3BYPwI
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Refugees 1. The speaker makes several
references to things outside the
By Brian Bilston
poem (allusions). What are they?
How do they enrich our
They have no need of our help
understanding of the text?
So do not tell me
These haggard faces could belong to you or me
Should life have dealt a different hand
We need to see them for who they really are
Chancers and scroungers
Layabouts and loungers 2. The writer repeats some lines.
With bombs up their sleeves What kind of effect does this
Cut-throats and thieves repetition have on us as readers?
They are not
Welcome here
We should make them
Go back to where they came from
They cannot 3. What are some particularly
Share our food powerful images, or words in the
Share our homes poem, that you notice?
Share our countries
Instead let us
Build a wall to keep them out
It is not okay to say
These are people just like us 4. How does the speaker’s t one
A place should only belong to those who are born there change when reading bottom to
Do not be so stupid to think that top?
The world can be looked at another way
2. A poem leaves us a series of clues to the speaker’s identity. What are the clues you notice here? What sort of
picture do you paint in your mind?
3. The speaker describes two very different realities they deal with. What sort of figurative language do you
notice at play in this poem?
4. Most poems feature some sort of shift, or change in meaning or perspective, usually towards their end. Is
there such a shift here in this poem? What is it
Valentine Crowfight
by Carol Ann Duffy by Katherena Vermette
Not a red rose or a satin heart. have you ever seen a crowfight?
from down here
I give you an onion. it looks like a dance
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. a courtship
It promises light how they swoop
like the careful undressing of love. and curve around
each other
Here.
It will blind you with tears you’d think it was love
like a lover.
It will make your reflection but their claws are out
a wobbling photo of grief. their cries fierce
they sweep
I am trying to be truthful. and curl
take turns
Not a cute card or a kissogram. chase each other
I give you an onion. across the sky
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips, it almost looks like us
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
3. Where has the poet played with their language? (or, where do you see literary techniques used - consider
both those related to meaning, and sound)
4. What is the primary literary device, or technique the poet has used to develop the poem? (think about which
literary device is used most often)
I love you,
I love you,
I love you,
I love you.
He stood in a clearing, reading his verse out loud 3. How does the writer use
in his wolfy drawl, a paperback in his hairy paw, language craft to create
red wine staining his bearded jaw. What big ears effect? (where do you see
he had! What big eyes he had! What teeth! 10 allusions, metaphors,
In the interval, I made quite sure he spotted me, similes, imagery, etc.)
sweet sixteen, never been, babe, waif, and bought me a drink,
4. This narrative poem is a
my first. You might ask why. Here’s why. Poetry. retelling of Little Red
The wolf, I knew, would lead me deep into the woods, Riding hood. How does
away from home, to a dark tangled thorny place 15 the writer use language
lit by the eyes of owls. I crawled in his wake, craft (see above),
my stockings ripped to shreds, scraps of red from my blazer characterization, and plot
snagged on twig and branch, murder clues. I lost both shoes changes to reveal her
feminist perspective in
but got there, wolf’s lair, better beware. Lesson one that night,
your stanza?
breath of the wolf in my ear, was the love poem. 20
I clung till dawn to his thrashing fur, for Carol Ann Duffy is a Scottish poet and
what little girl doesn’t dearly love a wolf? playwright. She is Professor of
Then I slid from between his heavy matted paws Contemporary Poetry at Manchester
and went in search of a living bird – white dove – Metropolitan University, and was
appointed Britain's Poet Laureate in May
2009. She is the first woman, the first
which flew, straight, from my hands to his hope mouth. 25 Scot, and the first openly LGBT person to
One bite, dead. How nice, breakfast in bed, he said, hold the position.
licking his chops. As soon as he slept, I crept to the back
of the lair, where a whole wall was crimson, gold, aglow with books.
Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head,
warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood. 30
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Yobby: a colloquial term meaning loud, or obnoxious
13
Lug: a colloquial term meaning an ear
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Siren Song 1. What does the title allude to?
by Margaret Atwood
2. Who is the speaker in the poem? To whom are
they speaking? What can we infer about their
This is the one song everyone
characteristics?
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible: 3. What is the “bird suit”? What play on words is
at work with this term?
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons 4. What are we to infer has happened to the
even though they see beached skulls listener in the poem?
the song nobody knows 5. Why has the poet put line breaks where she
because anyone who had heard it has?
is dead, and the others can’t remember. 6. Why does she use the 1st person voice? Would
Shall I tell you the secret 2nd or 3rd person work? Why, or why not?
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don’t enjoy it here Margaret Atwood is a Canadian poet, novelist, literary critic,
squatting on this island essayist, and environmental activist. She is a winner of the
looking picturesque and mythical Arthur C. Clarke Award and Prince of Asturias Award for
Literature, has been shortlisted for the Booker Prize five
with these two feathery maniacs,
times, winning once, and has been a finalist for the Governor
I don’t enjoy singing General's Award several times, winning twice. In 2001, she
this trio, fatal and valuable. was inducted into Canada's Walk of Fame. She is also a
founder of the Writers' Trust of Canada, a non-profit literary
I will tell the secret to you, organization that seeks to encourage Canada's writing
to you, only to you. community. Among innumerable contributions to Canadian
Come closer. This song literature, she was a founding trustee of the Griffin Poetry
Prize.
is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique
at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.
Ulysses
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
It little profits that an idle king, 1. Use the footnotes, please. As
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,14 well, note any unfamiliar
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole15 words here (there will be
Unequal laws unto a savage race, several!) for discussion with
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. 5 your group, along with any
questions you have, as you
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink read this poem. Remember,
Life to the lees16: all times I have enjoy’d read until you hit the
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those punctuation - not just the end
That lov’d me, and alone; on shore, and when of the line!
17
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 10
Vex’d the dim sea. I am become a name; 2. The poem “Ulysses” is spoken
For always roaming with a hungry heart by Odysseus, some time after
Much have I seen and known: cities of men his return home. How is he
And manners, climates, councils, governments, feeling in the first stanza?
Myself not least, but honor’d of them all; 15 How is this different from the
And drunk delight of battle with my peers, very end?
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. 3. Describe the speaker’s tone as
I am a part of all that I have met; it shifts through the poem.
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’ What words or phrases help
Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades 20 create it?
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, 4. There are many places where
To rust unburnish’d18, not to shine in use! the speaker lists things. What
As tho’ to breathe were life. Life pil’d on life does he list? Why? What kind
Were all too little, and of one to me 25 of effect does this have on us
Little remains: but every hour is sav’d as readers?
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were 5. Look and see where the poet
For some three suns to store and hoard myself, has juxtaposed images - put
And this gray spirit yearning in desire 30 two different things together.
To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Why?
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
6. What other language craft
have you noticed with this
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
poem?
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle—
Well-lov’d of me, discerning to fulfil 35 Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson, (6
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was Poet
A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland
Subdue them to the useful and the good. during much of Queen Victoria's reign and
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere still remains a popular British poet.
Of common duties, decent not to fail 40
14
Barren crags: infertile rocks (describing the landscape)
15
mete and dole: measure and give out, as in meting out the law
16
Lees: the sediment of wine in the barrel..
17
Hyades: star cluster, believed by the ancient Greeks / Romans to influence weather
18
Unburnished: not polished
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In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
19
Achilles - Greek hero of the Trojan war
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Elegy and Extended Metaphor
O Captain! My Captain!
By Walt Whitman20
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain!
Discussion questions:
1. An elegy is a lament, or mournful song for the dead.
2. Who is the speaker? Who is the captain?
3. Is the voyage referred to literal, or an extended metaphor? Answer with details to support your
interpretation.
4. Consider the poet’s use of rhyme scheme, meter, and sound devices to create effect & meaning.
20
Walt Whitman (1819-1892) was an American poet, essayist, and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between
transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon,
His work was very controversial in its time, particularly his poetry collection Leaves of Grass, which was
often called the father of free verse.[1]
described as obscene for its overt sexuality.
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Ode to the West Wind
By Percy Bysshe Shelley21
I
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
IV
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
With living hues and odours plain and hill: A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear! Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
II
Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
On the blue surface of thine aëry surge, Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd
Of the horizon to the zenith's height, One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
V
Of the dying year, to which this closing night Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, What if my leaves are falling like its own!
Vaulted with all thy congregated might The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear! Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
III
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams, And, by the incantation of this verse,
21
Percy Shelley (1792-1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets, and is regarded by some as among the finest lyric, as well as epic,
poets in the English language. A radical in his poetry as well as in his political and social views, Shelley did not see fame during his lifetime, but
recognition for his poetry grew steadily following his death.
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