Monday, April 4

Monday 4/4 ~ Welcome Back!

WARM-UP

MEMORIZATION (quiz on 4/6)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;


POETRY NOTES~ Sonnet Form
  • Sonnet Notes ~ What is the difference between an Italian vs. a British sonnet? 
    We'll start with the Italian, sometimes called Petrarch sonnet...


    Here are a couple of examples.... Notice the Iambic Pentameter.
      Italian (Petrarch) Form

      British (Shakespearean) Form


      Journal #? - Let's analyze one together...
      For the poem, write a 1/2 page analysis that includes:
      1) Is this sonnet an Italian or British style sonnet?
      2) What poetic devices are present (name at least five) and how do they affect the speed and rhythm of the poem?
      3) Where is the turn and what is the conceptual relationship shown by the structure?


      Together....

      Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud

      BY JOHN DONNE
      Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
      Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
      For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
      Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
      From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
      Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
      And soonest our best men with thee do go,
      Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
      Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
      And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
      And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
      And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
      One short sleep past, we wake eternally
      And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

      On your own...Do the journal again based on a sonnet of your choosing..

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