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3124685-26209Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Abandoned FarmhouseBY?TED KOOSERHe was a big man, says the size of his shoeson a pile of broken dishes by the house;a tall man too, says the length of the bedin an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man,says the Bible with a broken backon the floor below the window, dusty with sun;but not a man for farming, say the fieldscluttered with boulders and the leaky barn.A woman lived with him, says the bedroom wallpapered with lilacs and the kitchen shelvescovered with oilcloth, and they had a child,says the sandbox made from a tractor tire.Money was scarce, say the jars of plum preservesand canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole.And the winters cold, say the rags in the window frames.It was lonely here, says the narrow country road.Something went wrong, says the empty housein the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fieldssay he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jarsin the cellar say she left in a nervous haste.And the child? Its toys are strewn in the yardlike branches after a storm—a rubber cow,a rusty tractor with a broken plow,a doll in overalls. Something went wrong, they say.34916102912Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Deserted FarmBy Mark VinzWhere the barn stoodthe empty milking stalls rise uplike the skeleton of an ancient sea beast,exiled forever on shores of prairie.Decaying timber moans softly in twilight;the house collapses like a broken prayer.Tomorrow the heavy lilac blossoms will open, higher than the roofbeams, reeling in wind. 3509083-206759Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________When It Is Snowingby Siv CederingWhen it is snowingthe blue jayis the only piece of?skyin my backyardPoppies?by Roy ScheeleThe light in them stands as clear as waterdrawn from a wellWhen the breeze moves across them they totter.You half expect them to spill.?Speak UPby Janet S. WongYou're Korean, aren't you?Yes.?Who don't you speak Korean?Just don't, I guess.Say something Korean.I don't speak it.?I can't.C'mon. Say something.?Halmoni.?Grandmother.Haraboji.?Grandfather.Imo.?Aunt.Say some other stuff.Sounds funny.Sounds strange.Hey, let's listen to youfor a change.Listen to me?Say some foreign words.But I'm American,can't you see?Your family came from?somewhere else.Sometime.But I was born here.So was I.2577210-20385Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: 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Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: _______________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: ____________________________________________________Simile: _____________________________________________________Metaphor: __________________________________________________Personification:_______________________________________________Hyperbole: ___________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:___________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:________________________________________________Rhyme:______________________________________________________Assonance:___________________________________________________Consonance:__________________________________________________Repitition:____________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: _______________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: ____________________________________________________Simile: _____________________________________________________Metaphor: __________________________________________________Personification:_______________________________________________Hyperbole: ___________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:___________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:________________________________________________Rhyme:______________________________________________________Assonance:___________________________________________________Consonance:__________________________________________________Repitition:____________________________________________________Summertime Sharing Danitra sits hunched on the stoop and pouts.I ask her what there is to pout about."Nothin' much," she says to me,but then I see her eyes following the ice cream man.I shove my hand into my pocketand find the change there where I left it."Be right back," I yell, running down the street.Me and my fast feet are there and back in just two shakes.Danitra breaks the Popsicle in two and gives me half.The purple ice trickles down her chin. I start to laugh.Her teeth flash in one humongous grin,telling me she's glad that I'm her friend without even saying a word.by Nikki GrimesThe Wreck of the HesperusBY?HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWIt was the schooner Hesperus,??????That sailed the wintry sea;And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr,??????To bear him company.Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,??????Her cheeks like the dawn of day,And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,??????That ope in the month of May.The skipper he stood beside the helm,??????His pipe was in his mouth,And he watched how the veering flaw did blow??????The smoke now West, now South.Then up and spake an old Sailòr,??????Had sailed to the Spanish Main,"I pray thee, put into yonder port,??????For I fear a hurricane."Last night, the moon had a golden ring,??????And to-night no moon we see!"The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,??????And a scornful laugh laughed he.Colder and louder blew the wind,??????A gale from the Northeast,The snow fell hissing in the brine,??????And the billows frothed like yeast.Down came the storm, and smote amain??????The vessel in its strength;She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,??????Then leaped her cable's length."Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr,??????And do not tremble so;For I can weather the roughest gale??????That ever wind did blow."He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat??????Against the stinging blast;He cut a rope from a broken spar,??????And bound her to the mast."O father! I hear the church-bells ring,??????Oh say, what may it be?""'T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!" —??????And he steered for the open sea."O father! I hear the sound of guns,??????Oh say, what may it be?""Some ship in distress, that cannot live??????In such an angry sea!""O father! I see a gleaming light,??????Oh say, what may it be?"But the father answered never a word,??????A frozen corpse was he.Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,??????With his face turned to the skies,The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow??????On his fixed and glassy eyes.Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed??????That savèd she might be;And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave??????On the Lake of Galilee.And fast through the midnight dark and drear,??????Through the whistling sleet and snow,Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept??????Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe.And ever the fitful gusts between??????A sound came from the land;It was the sound of the trampling surf??????On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.The breakers were right beneath her bows,??????She drifted a dreary wreck,And a whooping billow swept the crew??????Like icicles from her deck.She struck where the white and fleecy waves??????Looked soft as carded wool,But the cruel rocks, they gored her side??????Like the horns of an angry bull.Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,??????With the masts went by the board;Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,??????Ho! ho! the breakers roared!At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,??????A fisherman stood aghast,To see the form of a maiden fair,??????Lashed close to a drifting mast.The salt sea was frozen on her breast,??????The salt tears in her eyes;And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,??????On the billows fall and rise.Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,??????In the midnight and the snow!Christ save us all from a death like this,??????On the reef of Norman's Woe!2588859-20385Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Every Cat Has a Storyby Naomi Shihab NyeThe yellow one from the bakerysmelled like a cream puff-she followed us home.?We buried our faces?in her sweet fur.One cat hid her head?while I practiced violin.But she came out for piano.At night she played sonatason my quilt.One cat built a secret nest?in my socks.?One sat in the window?staring up the street all daywhile we were at school.One cat loved?the radio dialOne cat almostsmiled.?3107213-113572Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________1383248-177637Take out your paints.Doodle around with them,stirring and humming. Dip a brush in, stare at it,take a rush forwardand dab-dab-dabat the wall. Soon’s you know,you got faces and bodies and treeslike they were locked up in that old brushand all you had to do was stare at it.to get a picture. 00Take out your paints.Doodle around with them,stirring and humming. Dip a brush in, stare at it,take a rush forwardand dab-dab-dabat the wall. Soon’s you know,you got faces and bodies and treeslike they were locked up in that old brushand all you had to do was stare at it.to get a picture. -334892-177638Street Painting Ann Turner I watched him a long timeand this is how he did it:Stand in front of the walllike it’s a bad dream.Make faces.Jam your hat down. Pull it off.Pop your fingers—walk around the block and come back,start up like you surprisedthe wall’s still there. Then sigh. 020000Street Painting Ann Turner I watched him a long timeand this is how he did it:Stand in front of the walllike it’s a bad dream.Make faces.Jam your hat down. Pull it off.Pop your fingers—walk around the block and come back,start up like you surprisedthe wall’s still there. Then sigh. 30547942912Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Seeing the World ~ Steven Herrick Every month or so,when my brother and Iare bored with backyard gamesand television, Dad says“It’s time to see the world.”So we climb the ladder to our attic,push the window open,and carefully, carefully,scramble onto the roof.We hang on tight as we scale the heightsto the very top.We sit with our backs to the chimneyand see the world.The birds flying???????????? below us.The trees swaying in the wind???????????????????????????????? below us.Our cubbyhouse, meters??????????????????????? below us.The distant city????????????below us.And then Dad, my brother, and I lie backlook up and watchthe clouds and skyand dreamwe’re flyingwe’re flying.In summerwith the sun and a gentle breezeand not a sound anywhereI’m sure I never want to land.3014024-148517Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Tugboat at Daybreakby Lillian MorrisonThe necklace of the bridge?is already dimmed for morningbut a tug in a tiaraglides slowly up the river,?a jewel of the dawn,still festooned in light.?The river seems to slumberquiet in its bed,as silently the tugboat,?a ghostlike apparition,?moves twinkling up the riverand disappears from sight.?3095564-32033Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Ode to Family Photographs by Gary Soto This is the pond, and these are my feet. This is the rooster, and this is more of my feet. Mama was never good at pictures. This is a statue of a famous general who lost an arm, And this is me with my head cut off. This is a trash can chained to a gate, This is my father with his eyes half-closed. This is a photograph of my sister And a giraffe looking over her shoulder. This is our car's front bumper. This is a bird with a pretzel in its beak. This is my brother Pedro standing on one leg on a rock, With a smear of chocolate on his face. Mama sneezed when she looked Behind the camera: the snapshots are blurry, The angles dizzy as a spin on a merry-go-round. But we had fun when Mama picked up the camera. How can I tell? Each of us is laughing hard. Can you see? I have candy in my mouth.31072131456Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Hoodsby Paul B. Janeczko?In blak leather jackets,?watching Spider workthe wire coat hangerinto Mrs. Koops car,?they remind me of crowshuddled around a road kill.Startled,?They looked up,?then backas Spider,?who nodded once, setting them freetoward me.?I bounded away,?used a parking meterto whip me around the cornerpast Janelli's meterthe darkened Pine Street Grille,and the steamed windowsof Sudsy's Modern Laundromat.I climbed-two at a time-?the granite stepsof the Free Public Libraryand pushed back thick wooden doorsas the pursuing pack stopped-sinners at the door of a church.From the corner table of the reference roomI watched thempacing,?head turning every time the door opened,?pacing,?until Spider arrivedto draw them away.?I waited, fingering hearts,initials carved into the table,?grinning as I heard myself telling Raymondof my death-defying escape.?4365242-14561Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Friends in the Klanby Marilyn Nelson1923BLack veterans of WWI experiencedsuch discrimination in veterans' hospitalsthat the Veterans' Administration, to save face,?opened Tuskegee, a brand-new hospitalfor Negroes only. Under white control.?(White nurses, who were legally excusedfrom touching blacks, stood holding their elbowsand ordering colored maids around, white shoestapping impatiently.)?? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ?? ? The Professor joinedthe protest. When the first black doctor arrivedto jubilation, the KKK uncoiledits length and hissed.?If you want to stay alivebe away Tuesday.?Unsigned. But a familiar hand.?The professor stayed. And he prayed for his friend in the Klan.?4318647-261240Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Spring Stormby Jim Wayne MillerHe comes gusting out of the house,?the screen door a thunderclap behind him.?He moves like a black cloudover the lawn and---stops.A hand in his mind grabsa purple crayon of angerand messes the clean sky.He sits on the steps, his eye drawinga mustache on the face in the tree.?As his weather clears,?his rage dripping away,?wisecracks and wondermentspring up like dandelions.?4336120-20385Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Foul Shot?by Edwin A. HoeyWith two 60s stuck on the scoreboard?And two seconds hanging on the clock,?The solemn boy in the center of eyes,?Squeezed by silence,?Seeks out the line with his feet,?Soothes his hands along his uniform,?Gently drums the ball against the floor,?Then measures the waiting net,?Raises the ball on his right hand,?Balances it with his left,?Calms it with fingertips,?Breathes,Crouches,Waits,?And then through a stretching of stillness,?Nudges it upwards.The ballSlides up and out,?Lands,?Leans,?Wobbles,?Wavers,?Hesitates,Plays it coyUntil every face begs with unsounding screams--And then?? ??? ??? ??? ?? ? And then?? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ?? ? And then,?Right before ROAR-UP,Drives down and through.?4382135-259808Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________a hot property: by Ronald WallaceI am not. I aman also-ran,a bridesmaid, a finalist,a second-best bed. I amthe one they could justas easily have given it tobut didn't.I'm a near miss, a close second,an understudy, a runner-up.I'm the one who was justedged, shaded, bested, nosed out.I made the final cut,the short list,the long deliberation.I'm good, very good,but I'm not good enough.I'm an alternate, a backup,a very close decision,a red ribbon, a handshake,a glowing commendation.You don't know me.I've a dozen names,all honorably mentioned.I could be anybody./4400186-2912Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________00Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Junkyardsby Julian Lee RayfordYou take any junkyard? ? and you will see it filled with? ? symbols of progress? ? remarkable things discardedWhat civilization when ahead on? ? all its onward-impelling implements? ? are given over to the junkyards? ? to rustThe supreme implement, the wheel? ? is conspicuous in the junkyardsThe axles and the levers? ? the cogs and the flywheels? ? all the parts of dynamos? ? all the parts of motors? ? fall the parts of rusting.?Nothing Gold Can StayRobert Frost,?1874?-?1963Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. 3660512-49506Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHTDylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night,?Old age should burn and rage at close of day;?Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,?Because their words had forked no lightning they?Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright?Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,?Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,?And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,?Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight?Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,?Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,?Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.?Do not go gentle into that good night.?Rage, rage against the dying of the light.368963249506Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________020000Poem Analysis:Characters: __________________ ____________________Plot: ________________________________________________________________Theme: _____________________________________________________________Mood:______________________________Lines Worth Noting:MeaningImagery: _______________________________________________________Simile: _________________________________________________________Metaphor: ______________________________________________________Personification:___________________________________________________Hyperbole: _______________________________________________________SoundAlliteration:_______________________________________________________Onomatopoeia:____________________________________________________Rhyme:___________________________________________________________Assonance:_________________________________________________________Consonance:_______________________________________________________Repitition:_________________________________________________________Beat! Beat! Drums!BY?WALT WHITMANBeat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,Into the school where the scholar is studying,Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride,Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,So fierce you whirr and pound you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets;Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds,No bargainers’ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—would they continue?Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow.Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!Make no parley—stop for no expostulation,Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer,Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties,Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,So strong you thump O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow. ................
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