STUDY THE POEMS INCLUDED BELOW FOR YOUR "POETRY FINAL!" In addition, make sure you study the flashcards that we created today in class for your Latin Roots quiz which will also take place on Friday.The roots are listed for you below at the bottom of this post.
Dear Juniors,
Welcome back from your break! I hope you had a relaxing holiday. You only have six weeks left, and I know that you can end "running across the finish line."
1. I explained the "Practice CRT" that each of you need to take before WED. The URL for the test is located at www.ucutips.org/~cramk/
When you complete the test I will receive a notification indicating that you have taken the test. You will receive a score for the test, which I will put in the computer.
2. Please complete your "Out, Out" poem for WED. This poem is based upon a poem by Robert Frost entitled "Out, Out." If you missed class, you will need to visit with a friend that was in class. If they are unable to assist you, then please visit with me.
3. We then started with the Latin Roots that will appear on your CRT. We will continue to work on these prior to the test.
HOMEWORK:
1. Your "Out, Out" Poem is due on WED.
2. Please complete the practice CRT located at www.ucutips.org/~cramk/ by WED.
3. Start preparing for your final exam regarding poetry. This will take place in class on Friday. You will have five different poems (located below) as one of your possible options to TP CASTT; however, you will randomly draw your particular poem. I suggest that you review each poem prior to Friday, as you won't know which work you will select. I will ask that you TP CASTT your selection and then complete an analysis of the poem. This is what I asked you to do for "Ready to Kill" by Carl Sandburg. I BELIEVE IN YOU!
#1 Mirror by Silvia Plaith
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of the little god, four cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
#2. "A Work of Artifice" by Marge Piercy
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in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.
#3 "To Make Use" by Marge Piercy
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the work is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfied, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
#4 I Dream
I am from a clash of Color,
From an idea of love, modeled for others' perception.
I see me as I am, but am hidden from others' views.
I am who I am, but a living contradiction to my peers.
I see life as a blessing, a gift granted to me.
Why should my tint describe me? Why should my culture degrade me?
Why should the ignorance of another conjure my presence?
Too many times I've been disappointed by the looks,
By the sneers and misconceptions of the people who don't get me,
Who don't understand why it hurts.
I dream of a place of glory and freedom,
Of losing the weight of oppression on my back.
I dream of the enlightenment of people,
Of the opening of their eyes.
I dream for acceptance,
And for the blessing of feeling special just once.
One moment of glory ... for the true virtue in my life.
For the glimmer of freedom, and a rise in real pride.
From an idea of love, modeled for others' perception.
I see me as I am, but am hidden from others' views.
I am who I am, but a living contradiction to my peers.
I see life as a blessing, a gift granted to me.
Why should my tint describe me? Why should my culture degrade me?
Why should the ignorance of another conjure my presence?
Too many times I've been disappointed by the looks,
By the sneers and misconceptions of the people who don't get me,
Who don't understand why it hurts.
I dream of a place of glory and freedom,
Of losing the weight of oppression on my back.
I dream of the enlightenment of people,
Of the opening of their eyes.
I dream for acceptance,
And for the blessing of feeling special just once.
One moment of glory ... for the true virtue in my life.
For the glimmer of freedom, and a rise in real pride.
#5. "The Man He Killed" by Thomas Hardy
Had he and I but metBy some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
I shot him dead because—
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although
He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like—just as I—
Was out of work—had sold his traps—
No other reason why.
Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat, if met where any bar is,
Or help to half a crown.
LATIN ROOTS for A1 (Thanks, guys for your willingness to work around our "glitch')
ROOT ETYMOLOGY (meaning) EXAMPLE:
1. ocracy government ( Greek) democracy, atistrocracy
2. demo people (Greek) democracy
3. dia across (Greek) diagonal, dialogue
4. dom to rule (Latin) dominate, dominion
5. dyna Power (Greek) dynamite, dynamic
6. fid Faith (Latin) confidence, fidelity
7. form shape (Latin) conform, uniform
8. ject to throw (Latin) reject, projection
9. lent full of (Latin) turbulent, excellent, insolent
10. liber free (Latin) Liberate, liberty, deliberate
11. phile love (Latin) Philadelphia, philosophy
12. photo light (Latin) Photosynthesis, photography
13. pulse drive (Latin) impulsive, repulse, pulsate
14. spir breathe (Latin) inspire, spirit, respirate
15. sym together (Greek) sympathy, symphony, symmetry
16. tract to pull (Latin) tractor, detract, attractive
17. trib to pay (Latin) tribute, retribution, attribute
18. vita life (Latin) vitamin, vital, vitality
19. vore to eat greedily (Latin) voracious, devour, carnivore
20. ad to, toward (Latin) adhesive, addition, adapt