• Poetry Peer Review Station:

    Instructions:
    Complete review forms for 8 (6 for 5th & 6th Periods) poems.
     
    Poetry Peer Review Sheet:

     Poem Author:                                                                            

    Poem Title:

    Reviewer:     
     
    1) What feeling, idea, or experience does my poem create for you (theme, issue, or lesson)?

    2) Summarize the poem in 3 or 4 sentence.

    3) List two literary devices I use in the poem – identify them and write my example.

    4) What new title would you give my poem and why?

    5) Give two recommendations how to improve my poem – editing, content, rhyme scheme, or other.

    3rd & 24th Period Review Rubric by Grade:

              D – Two reviews.

              C – Four reviews.

              B – Six reviews.

              A – Eight reviews.

    5th & 6th Period Review Rubric by Grade:

              D – Three reviews.

              C – Four reviews.

              B – Five reviews.

              A – Six reviews.

     

    At the Zoo

    By William Thackery

    First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black;
    Then I saw the camel with a hump upon his back;
    Then I saw the grey wolf, with mutton in his maw;
    Then I saw the wombat waddle in the straw;
    Then I saw the elephant a-waving of his trunk;
    Then I saw the monkeys-mercy, how unpleasantly they-smelt!
     

    The Fieldmouse

      
    ~Cecil Frances Alexander
     

    Where the acorn tumbles down,
    Where the ash tree sheds its berry,
    With your fur so soft and brown,
    With your eye so round and merry,
    Scarcely moving the long grass,
    Fieldmouse, I can see you pass.

    Little thing, in what dark den,
    Lie you all the winter sleeping?
    Till warm weather comes again,
    Then once more I see you peeping
    Round about the tall tree roots,
    Nibbling at their fallen fruits.

    Fieldmouse, fieldmouse, do not go,
    Where the farmer stacks his treasure,
    Find the nut that falls below,
    Eat the acorn at your pleasure,
    But you must not steal the grain
    He has stacked with so much pain.

    Make your hole where mosses spring,
    Underneath the tall oak's shadow,
    Pretty, quiet harmless thing,
    Play about the sunny meadow.
    Keep away from corn and house,
    None will harm you, little mouse.

     Fog

    The fog comes
    on little cat feet.

    It sits looking
    over harbor and city
    on silent haunches
    and then moves on.

     

    Nothing Gold Can Stay

    Robert Frost

    Nature’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.

    THE CHARIOT

    BY EMILY DICKINSON

    Because I could not stop for Death,
    He kindly stopped for me;
    The carriage held but just ourselves
    And Immortality.

    We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
    And I had put away
    My labor, and my leisure too,
    For his civility.

    We passed the school where children played,
    Their lessons scarcely done;
    We passed the fields of gazing grain,
    We passed the setting sun.

    We paused before a house that seemed
    A swelling of the ground;
    The roof was scarcely visible,
    The cornice but a mound.

    Since then 'tis centuries; but each
    Feels shorter than the day
    I first surmised the horses' heads
    Were toward eternity.
     
    EVENING

    BY EMILY DICKINSON

    She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
    And leaves the shreds behind;
    Oh, housewife in the evening west,
    Come back, and dust the pond!

    You dropped a purple ravelling in,
    You dropped an amber thread;
    And now you've littered all the East
    With duds of emerald!

    And still she plies her spotted brooms,
    And still the aprons fly,
    Till brooms fade softly into stars --
    And then I come away.

    I HEARD A FLY BUZZ WHEN I DIED

    BY EMILY DICKINSON

    I heard a fly buzz when I died;
    The stillness round my form
    Was like the stillness in the air
    Between the heaves of storm.

    The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
    And breaths were gathering sure
    For that last onset, when the king
    Be witnessed in his power.

    I willed my keepsakes, signed away
    What portion of me I
    Could make assignable, -- and then
    There interposed a fly,

    With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
    Between the light and me;
    And then the windows failed, and then
    I could not see to see.
     
    I LIKE TO SEE IT LAP THE MILES

    BY EMILY DICKINSON

    I like to see it lap the miles,
    And lick the valleys up,
    And stop to feed itself at tanks;
    And then, prodigious, step

    Around a pile of mountains,
    And, supercilious, peer
    In shanties by the sides of roads;
    And then a quarry pare

    To fit its sides, and crawl between,
    Complaining all the while
    In horrid, hooting stanza;
    Then chase itself downhill

    And neigh like Boanerges;
    Then, punctual as a star,
    Stop -- docile and omnipotent --
    At its own stable door
    I'M NOBODY! WHO ARE YOU?

    BY EMILY DICKINSON

    I'm nobody! Who are you?
    Are you nobody, too?
    Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
    They'd banish us, you know.

    How dreary to be somebody!
    How public, like a frog
    To tell your name the livelong day
    To an admiring bog!