Poems to Imitate, to be INSPIRED BY

Core Target:  Students will identify main idea and emotion in a variety of poems.

Poems to Imitate, to be INSPIRED BY

 The Red Wheelbarrow

by William Carlos Williams

so much depends

upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost _____________________________________ “The Tiger” by William Blake TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? __________________________________  The Pasture” by Robert Frost I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha'n't be gone long. You come too. I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha'n't be gone long. You come too. _________________________________________ The Lamb  by William Blake Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed, By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, Little Lamb, I'll tell thee. He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee! Little Lamb, God bless thee! ________________________________________ “Dog” by Valerie Worth Under a maple tree The dog lies down, Lolls his limp Tongue, yawns, Rests his long chin Carefully between Front paws; Looks up alert; Chops, with heavy Jaws, at a slow fly, Blinks, rolls On his side, Sighs, closes His eyes: sleeps All afternoon In his loose skin. _________________________________ Street Music” by Arnold Adoff T h i s    c i t y: t h e a l w a y s            n o i s e g  r  i  n  d  i  n  g up     from     the s u b w a y s u n d e r    g r o u n d: slamming from bus tires and taxi horns and engines of cars and trucks in all v  o  c  a  b  u  l  a  r  i  e  s of clas flash screeching hot  metal    l a n g u a g e c  o  m  b  i  n  a  t  i  o  n  s: as    p l a n e s o v e r h e a d              r o a r an o r c h e s t r a of rolling  drums and battle blasts assaulting                my ears w i t h t h e a l w a y s     n o i s e   of t h i s   c i t y: street    music. _________________________ Love that Boy” by Walter Dean Myers Love that boy, like a rabbit loves to run I said love that boy like a rabbit loves to run Love to call him in the morning love to call him “Hey there, son!”