Poetry As Lyric

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Poetry As Lyric

A Vagabond SongThere is something in the autumn that is native to my blood--Touch of manner, hint of mood;And my heart is like a rhyme,With the yellow and the purple and crimson keeping time.The scarlet of the maple can shake me like a cryOf bugles going by.And my lonely spirit thrillsTo see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.There is something in October that sets the gypsy blood astir;We must rise and follow her,When from every hill of flameShe calls and calls each vagabond by name.-Bliss Carmen


Sixteensees and laughs,listens and sighs,sleeps and eats,aches and cries,babbles, thinks,loves and hates,stretches, livesand hopefully waits.--Carolyn Carmen4. The author is referring to aperson at what stage of their life?5. Explain the last line.


PitcherHis art is eccentricity, his aimHow not to hit the mark he seems to aim at,His passion how to avoid the obvious,His technique how to vary the avoidance,The others throw to be comprehended. HeThrows to be a moment misunderstood.Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild,But every seeming aberration willed.Not to, yet still, still to communicateMaking the batter understand too late.-Robert Francis


PitcherHis art is eccentricity, his aimHow not to hit the mark he seems to aim at,His passion how to avoid the obvious,His technique how to vary the avoidance,The others throw to be comprehended. HeThrows to be a moment misunderstood.Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild,But every seeming aberration willed.Not to, yet still, still to communicateMaking the batter understand too late.-Robert Francis7. Explain the highlightedpassage.


PitcherHis art is eccentricity, his aimHow not to hit the mark he seems to aim at,His passion how to avoid the obvious,His technique how to vary the avoidance,The others throw to be comprehended. HeThrows to be a moment misunderstood.Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild,But every seeming aberration willed.Not to, yet still, still to communicateMaking the batter understand too late.-Robert Francis8. Explain the highlightedpassage.


PitcherHis art is eccentricity, his aimHow not to hit the mark he seems to aim at,His passion how to avoid the obvious,His technique how to vary the avoidance,The others throw to be comprehended. HeThrows to be a moment misunderstood.Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild,But every seeming aberration willed.Not to, yet still, still to communicateMaking the batter understand too late.-Robert Francis9. Explain the highlightedpassage.


PitcherHis art is eccentricity, his aimHow not to hit the mark he seems to aim at,His passion how to avoid the obvious,His technique how to vary the avoidance,The others throw to be comprehended. HeThrows to be a moment misunderstood.Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild,But every seeming aberration willed.Not to, yet still, still to communicateMaking the batter understand too late.-Robert Francis10. Explain the highlightedpassage.


PitcherHis art is eccentricity, his aimHow not to hit the mark he seems to aim at,His passion how to avoid the obvious,His technique how to vary the avoidance,The others throw to be comprehended. HeThrows to be a moment misunderstood.Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild,But every seeming aberration willed.Not to, yet still, still to communicateMaking the batter understand too late.-Robert Francis11. Explain the highlightedpassage.


PitcherHis art is eccentricity, his aimHow not to hit the mark he seems to aim at,His passion how to avoid the obvious,His technique how to vary the avoidance,The others throw to be comprehended. HeThrows to be a moment misunderstood.Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild,But every seeming aberration willed.Not to, yet still, still to communicateMaking the batter understand too late.-Robert Francis12. Explain the highlightedpassage.


The Death of the Ball Turret GunnerFrom my mother’s sleep I fell into the State,And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.--Randall Jerrell


The Death of the Ball Turret GunnerFrom my mother’s sleep I fell into the State,And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.--Randall Jerrell13. What is the “State.”14. Where is the author when he is“six miles from earth”?15. What is a Ball Turret?


Reflections DentalHow pure, how beautiful, how fineDo teeth on television shine!No flutist flutes, no dancer twirls,But comes equipped with matching pearls.Gleeful announcers all are bornWith sets like rows of hybred corn.Clowns, critics, clergy, commentators,Ventriloquists and roller skaters,Mc’s who beat their palms together,The girl who diagrams the weather,The crooner crooning for his supper--All flash white treasures, lower and upper.With miles of smiles the airwaves teem,And each an orthodontists dream.“Twould please my eye as gold a miser’s--One charmer with uncapped incisors.-Phyllis Mc Ginley


Reflections DentalHow pure, how beautiful, how fineDo teeth on television shine!No flutist flutes, no dancer twirls,But comes equipped with matching pearls.Gleeful announcers all are bornWith sets like rows of hybred corn.Clowns, critics, clergy, commentators,Ventriloquists and roller skaters,Mc’s who beat their palms together,The girl who diagrams the weather,The crooner crooning for his supper--All flash white treasures, lower and upper.With miles of smiles the airwaves teem,And each an orthodontists dream.16. What are “matchingpearls?”17. What is compared to“rows of hybred corn”?18. What would the authorlike to see on a public person?“Twould please my eye as gold a miser’s--One charmer with uncapped incisors.-Phyllis Mc Ginley


The Swimming LessonFeeling the icy kick, the endless wavesReaching around my life, I moved my armsAnd coughed, and in the end saw land.Somebody, I suppose,Remembering the medieval maxim,Had tossed me in,Had wanted me to learn to swim,Not knowing that none of us, who ever came backFrom that long lonely fall and frenzied rising,About swimming, but onlyHow to put off, one by one,Dreams and pity, love and grace--How to survive in any place.--Mary Oliver


The Swimming LessonFeeling the icy kick, the endless wavesReaching around my life, I moved my armsAnd coughed, and in the end saw land.Somebody, I suppose,Remembering the medieval maxim,Had tossed me in,Had wanted me to learn to swim,19. What is happening to theauthor in the first stanza?20. What is a maxim? What is themedieval maxim?21. What do swimming lessonsreally teach you?Not knowing that none of us, who ever came backFrom that long lonely fall and frenzied rising,About swimming, but onlyHow to put off, one by one,Dreams and pity, love and grace--How to survive in any place.--Mary Oliver


Dick SzymanskiThe life of an offensive centerIs one that few could wish to enter.You’ll note that that of Dick SzymanskiIs not all roses and romanski.He centers the ball, he hears a roar--Is it a fumble or a score?What’s happening he can only wonder.Because he’s upside down down under.He accomplishes amazing feats.And what gets photographed? His cleats.-Ogden Nash


Dick SzymanskiThe life of an offensive centerIs one that few could wish to enter.You’ll note that that of Dick SzymanskiIs not all roses and romanski.He centers the ball, he hears a roar--Is it a fumble or a score?What’s happening he can only wonder.Because he’s upside down down under.He accomplishes amazing feats.And what gets photographed? His cleats.-Ogden Nash22. What does Nash mean inline four?23. What glory does DickSzymanski usually receive?


The FlyGod in his wisdom made the flyAnd then forgot to tell us why.-Odgen Nash24. What is the rhyme schemeof this poem?


The EelI don’t mind eelsExcept as meals.-Odgen Nash25. What does the author havetrouble with?


The HunterThe hunter crouches in his blind‘neath camouflage of every kind,And conjures up a qucking noiseTo lend allure to his decoys.This grown-up man, with pluck and luckIs hoping to outwit a duck.-Odgen Nash


The Hunter26. What is Nash’s trying totell us about hunters?The hunter crouches in his blind‘neath camouflage of every kind,And conjures up a qucking noiseTo lend allure to his decoys.This grown-up man, with pluck and luckIs hoping to outwit a duck.-Odgen Nash


Samson Agonistes27. What is Nash’s trying totell us about taking a bath?I test my bath before I sit,And I’m always moved to wondermentThat what chills the finger not a bitIs so frigid upon the fundament.-Odgen Nash


How Do I Love Thee?How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of every day’sMost quiet need, by sun and candlelight.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old grief’s, and with my childhood’s faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints -- I love the the breathmSmiles, tears, of all my life! -- and if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.-Elizabeth Barratt Browning


How Do I Love Thee?How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of every day’sMost quiet need, by sun and candlelight.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old grief’s, and with my childhood’s faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints -- I love with the breathSmiles, tears, of all my life! -- and if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.-Elizabeth Barratt Browning28. What is the rhyme schemeof this poem?29. What two qualities doesBrowning point to about men?30. How complete is the author’slove?


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