8. You'll look up and down streets.
Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say,
quot;I don't choose to go there.quot;
With your head full of brains
and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down
any not-so-good street.
And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.
It's opener there
in the wide open air.
20. The morning paper
Harbinger of good and ill
- I step over it
Freeway overpass-
Blossoms to graffiti on
Fog-wrapped June mornings
First Autumn morning:
The mirror I stare into
Shows my father’s face
21. An old pond!
A frog jumps in –
The sound of water
scent of plum blossoms
on the misty mountain path
a big rising sun
Spring rain -
Small shells on a small beach
glittering
26. Iambic Poetry
‘Come live with me and be my love’
Christopher Marlowe
‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’
William Shakespeare
27. Trochaic Poetry
‘With their weapons and their war-gear,
Painted like the leaves of Autumn,
Painted like the sky of morning,
Wildly glaring at each other;
In their faces stem defiance,
In their hearts the feuds of ages’
Henry Longfellow
28. Dactylic Poetry
‘Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred’
Alfred Tennyson
29. Anapestic Poetry
‘There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, quot;It is just as I feared!
Two Owls and a Hen,
four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard’
Edward Lear
30. Spondaic Poetry
A serious poem cannot be solely spondaic.
It would be almost impossible to construct a
poem entirely of stressed syllables.
Therefore, the spondee usually occurs within a
poem having another dominant rhythm scheme.
31. One foot per line: monometer
Two feet per line : dimeter
Three feet per line : trimeter
Four feet per line : tetrameter
Five feet per line : pentameter
Six feet per line : hexameter
32. Type + Number = Meter
Number of feet per line
Types of Poetic Feet
Monometer
•
Iambic (1 unstressed + 1 stressed)
Dimeter
•
Trochaic (1 stressed + 1 unstressed)
Trimeter
•
Anapestic(2
Tetrameter
•
unstressed + 1 stressed)
Dactylic Pentameter
•
(1 stressed + 2 unstressed)
Spondaic Hexameter
•
(all syllables equal)
33. Q: If a poem had 1 foot per line, and
the foot was iambic (1 unstressed + 1 stressed),
what type of poem would it be?
A: Iambic monometer
34. Q: If a poem had 4 feet per line, and
the foot was trochaic (1 stressed +1 unstressed),
what type of poem would it be?
A: Trochaic tetrameter
35. And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
William Blake
36. And DID those FEET in ANcient TIME
Walk UPon ENgland's MOUNtains GREEN?
And WAS the HOly LAMB of GOD
On ENgland's PLEASant PAStures SEEN?
37. Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
Emily Dickinson
38. BeCAUSE I COULD not STOP for DEATH,
he KINDly STOPPED for ME;
The CArriage HELD but JUST ourSELVES
And IMmorTAliTY.
Emily Dickinson
41. Sonnet
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
42. Sonnet
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; A
Coral is far more red than her lips' red; B
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; A
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. B
I have seen roses damasked, red and white, C
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; D
And in some perfumes is there more delight C
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. D
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know E
That music hath a far more pleasing sound; F
I grant I never saw a goddess go; E
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. F
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare G
As any she belied with false compare. G
45. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
46. License my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America! my new-found-land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, my empery,
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
John Donne