Trench Warfare Wednesday

Joanna - Arms and the Boy - Owen

Isabel - The Effect - Sassoon

Julian, Kasper - The Sentry - Sassoon

Benedicte - Attack - Sassoon

Charles, Flore - Dulce et decorum est - Owen

 Kriszti - On Passing the New Menin Gate - Sassoon

Vlada - The Wind on the Downs - Marian Allen

Laura - Wirers - Sasoon

Mark - Aftermath - Sassoon

Georgiosz - Anhem for Doomed Youth - Owen

In Memorium

please finish the annotation of the poem

imagery

the idea of father and son(s)

Where we are in poetry

Imagery
Figurative language

alliteration
rhyme
meter
listing
repetition

Digital Poetry

With your partner go here

Look through the choices. In consultation with your teacher(s) pick one for analysis.

Consider the ideas big and small. Consider the literary and rhetorical elements the poet uses to present those ideas.

Explore as applicable....

Form/structure
Meter
Imagery
Figurative language

Repetition
Listing
Diction
Syntax
Jargon
Naming

And any other juicy bits on offer!

Together you will then create a digital presentation including both a reading and an analysis of your poem.

EPIC


Kasper - Ice and Fire

Isabel - Eating Poetry

Benedicte - Snow

Charles - The rose that grew from Concrete

Julian - Do not go gentle into that good night

Flore - Still I Rise

Georgiosz - Oranges

Kriszti - Annabel Lee

Vlada - I died for beauty

Lara - That sure is my little dog

Joanna - Another reason

The Soldier

BY RUPERT BROOKE

If I should die, think only this of me: 

      That there’s some corner of a foreign field 

That is for ever England. There shall be 

      In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; 

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, 

      Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam; 

A body of England’s, breathing English air, 

      Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. 

And think, this heart, all evil shed away, 

      A pulse in the eternal mind, no less 

            Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; 

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; 

      And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, 

            In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

WWI poetry

It begins....

please annotate this poem for,

imagery
metaphors
similies
key words
repetition
meter
rhyme

post it on your blog

Peace

BY RUPERT BROOKE

Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,

      And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping!

With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,

      To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,

Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary;

      Leave the sick hearts that honor could not move,

And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,

      And all the little emptiness of love!

Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,

      Where there’s no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,

            Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;

Nothing to shake the laughing heart’s long peace there,

      But only agony, and that has ending;

            And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

Source: Poetry (April 1915).

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/2277

I hate

Poetry is language and meter

I Hate

10 Things I Hate About You

I Hate.... poem

I hate the way you talk to me 
And the way you cut your hair 
I hate the way you drive my car 
I hate it when you stare 

I hate your big dumb combat boots 
And the way you read my mind 
I hate you so much that it makes me sick 
It even makes me rhyme 

I hate the way you're always right 
I hate it when you lie 
I hate it when you make me laugh 
Even worse when you make me cry 

I hate the way you're not around 
And the fact that you didn't call 
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you 
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all