Poetry Presentations

Padlet Wall

Go to this link during our presentations to make comments to our peers:

http://padlet.com/wall/wk11cz7hjl6v

One Inch Tall - Poem Link

Click on the following link to go to One Inch Tall: http://www.scrapbook.com/poems/doc/24573.html

Here is where to go for the webquest:

http://www.atticacsd.org/webpages/csholts/teacherpages.cfm?subpage=1277246

ANSWER ALL QUESTIONS ON A SEPARATE PIECE OF PAPER.

Use the following poems for the personification questions:

A Visit to William Blake's Inn

by Nancy Willard

“Ah, William, we’re weary of weather,”

said the sunflowers, shining with dew.

“Our traveling habits have tired us.

Can you give us a room with a view?”

 

They arranged themselves at the window

and counted the steps of the sun,

and they both took root in the carpet

where the topaz tortoises run.

 

The Train

by Emily Dickinson

I like to see it lap the miles,

And lick the valleys up,

And stop to feed itself at tanks;

And then, prodigious, step

 

Around a pile of mountains,

And, supercilious, peer

In shanties by the sides of roads;

And there a quarry pare

 

To fit its sides, and crawl between,

Complaining all the while

In horrid, hooting stanza;

Then chase itself down hill

 

And neigh like Boanerges;

Then, punctual as a start its own,

Stop-docile and omnipotent-

A stable door.

 

 

Wind and Window Flower

by Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.