Archive for June, 2008
Activity 3.1 : Lesson Plan.
Objectives: By the end of the lesson students will be able to…
1. Summarize the life of Robert Frost, including 3 significant points (highs and/or lows) in his life.
2. Find and identify at least three literary devices used within his poems.
3. Identity what Robert Frost usually writes about.
Resources/Materials:
1. Students!
2. PowerPoint
3. Classroom
4. Internet to verify any unknown questions/facts
Methodology:
1. Load up powerpoint presentation entitled “Robert Frost – The Poet”. Refer to slide 1.
2. Introduce lesson plan including objectives and quick methodology. Refer to slide 2.
3. Introduce our poet with a brief description of his life (biography). Refer to slide 3-4.
4. Present a quick anthology including 7 of Robert Frost’s poems. Refer to slide 5.
5. Explain an analysis of 3 of his poems. Includes the poems, poetic devices, and our understand of the poems. Refer to slide 6-15.
6. Give time to do a quick Robert Frost quiz. Refer to slide 16-17.
7. Take up the quiz to evaluate students’ understanding. Refer to slide 18.
Evaluation:
We will know how well the students understand by doing and taking up a short Robert Frost quiz.
Neat-o.
I asked Mr.Murray a question, and ended up with a useful website. http://www.nwlink.com/~Donclark/hrd/bloom.html
I like.
Activity 3.1: Poem Analysis.
On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations
You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal sight.
That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night
ANALYSIS
Blank verse, closed form.
Simile: “And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.”
Enjambment: “You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.”
“The planets seem to interfere in their curves
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.”
“And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.”
“Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal sight.”
Couplet: “For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,”
“On his particular time and personal sight.
That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night.”
Onomatopoeia: “nor crash out loud.”
Assonance: “It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.”
Activity 3.1 : Anthology.
The Road Not Taken (1916)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (1923)
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’s 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.
Acquainted With the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
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.
On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations
You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal sight.
That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night.
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Mending Wall (1914)
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Analyzing Poetry.
I overheard Mr.Murray talking about this post Jayme B. had including a good method to use when analyzing poetry. I stole it.
I. Dramatic Situation
A. Who is speaking?
B. To whom is that speaker speaking?
C. What is the situation?
D. What is the speaker’s tone?
II. Imagery
III. Theme
IV. Diction (word choice)
A. Connotation (suggested meaning of words)
B. Denotation (dictionary definition)
C. Abstract (can only be understood intellectually)
D. Concrete (words describing physical objects)
E. Kinds of language
1. Figurative
a. Metaphor (implied comparisons)
b. Simile (comparison using ‘like’ or ‘as’)
c. Personification (giving human characteristics to an inanimate object)
d. Metonymy (the use of an attribute or quality of an object to represent the object itself)
e. Synecdoche (substitutes a significant part of something for the thing itself)
2. Rhetorical
a. Irony (opposite of what is meant)
b. Hyperbole (exaggeration)
c. Allusion (reference to something)
d. Pun (play on words)
e. Paradox (contradictory)
f. Oxymoron (self contradictory term)
g. Litotes (form of understatement)
V. Syntax (sentence structure)
A. Length
B. Transposed elements
C. “Unusual” sentences
VI. Conclusion
Poetry: Activity 3.1
Lesson plan needs to include:
Objectives:
3> Students will be able to…
Resources/Materials:
ex. powerpoint, bristol board
Methodology:
First we will… then we will…
Evaluation:
This is how we will know that the students know…
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Group: Samantha, Nick, Ali
Poet: Robert Frost
Due Date: Friday, June 13th.
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Work Split:
Nick: Biography of the poet
Ali: Lesson plan
Sam: Anthology
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Poems:
The Pasture (1913)
Mending Wall (1914)
“Out, Out–” (1916)
An Old Man’s Winter Night (1916)
The Line-Gang (1916)
The Oven Bird (1916)
The Road Not Taken (1916)
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (1923)
The Ax-Helve (1923)
Once by the Pacific (1928)
Desert Places (1936)
Design (1936)
Provide, Provide (1936)
Directive (1947)
Robert Frost’s Poetry: (click on a title to read a poem) - Stopping By Woods… - Mending Wall - Fire and Ice - The Road Not Taken - Birches - After Apple-Picking - Aquainted with the Night - The Star-Splitter - The Wood-Pile - Design - Provide, Provide - Nothing Gold Can Stay http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/famous/frost/robert.html
The Road Not Taken
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Fire and Ice
The Lockless DoorPoems can be found on : http://www.ketzle.com/frost/
Said best/most famous:
Mending wall
The death of the hired man
Home burial
A servant of servants
After apple-picking
The wood-pile
