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Directions: Choose one of the following poems from the Padlet. There are poems you can either read, listen aloud or both!. After reading/listening to the poem respond to 2-3 of the following questions. Remember to cite specific examples from the poem and use complete sentences:

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Directions: Choose one of the following poems from the Padlet. There are poems you can either read, listen aloud or both!. After reading/listening to the poem respond to 2-3 of the following questions. Remember to cite specific examples from the poem and use complete sentences:

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1. What is the mood of the poem?
2. What is the poems message or purpose?
3. What words or phrases stood out to you?
3. Did you notice any examples of figurative language?
4. How do poets express themselves through poetry?
5.Can you clearly imagine what the author is stating?
6. Does the poem follow a specific form structure (haiku, diamante, free verse, etc.)?
7. Does the speaker maintain a consistent voice throughout the piece?

Extra Time: If there is extra time, find an example of a poem to post to the paddle for your classmates to read or listen to. Include why you chose that specific poem

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To Add a poem or respond to one of the poems posted on the Padlet, double click on the background and begin typing! 

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To Add a poem or respond to one of the poems posted on the Padlet, double click on the background and begin typing! 

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I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
And watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
Is tie the poem to a chair with rope
And torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
To find out what it really means.

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Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.

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What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUaQgRiJukA

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The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost (HD)

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ns0PoLwnFw

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"We're all going to die -- and poems can help us live with that." In a charming and funny talk, literary critic Stephen Burt takes us on a lyrical journey with some of his favorite poets, all the way down to a line break and back up to the human urge to imagine.

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The Raven: Edgar Allen Poe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcqPQXqQXzI&t=8s

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Edgar Allan Poe-The Raven- Read by James Earl Jones

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The Raven written by Edgar Allan Poe. Read by James earl Jones. Effects and music added, as well as images related to the raven. A fan video made by a fellow poet.