February 20, 2014Extended Metaphor continued

Homework: Fode to random object due tomorrow! Two copies - one for you and one for me. The final draft for me must be typed or written in pen, and alliteration and metaphor highlighted and labeled. Practice reading it several times since you will have to present it to the class!

Objective: I can identify an author's use of extended metaphor and analyze its impact on the poem's meaning.

Warm Up (in your composition book)Take out your group TPCASTT for either "Hope is the Thing With Feathers" or "Mother to Son". Make sure it is complete. Write down what an extended metaphor is.

What is a metaphor?

a direct comparison of two unlike things that does NOT use "like" or "as"

What do you think an extended metaphor is?

Sometimes authors will use a metaphor throughout an entire poem, not just in one line. This is called an extended metaphor.

Let's take a look at Emily Dickinson's poem "Hope is the Thing with Feathers"

Hope is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—And sore must be the storm—That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—And on the strangest Sea—Yet, never, in Extremity,It asked a crumb—of Me.

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

- Emily Dickinson

What is the extended metaphor? What is being compared to what?

Hope is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—And sore must be the storm—That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—And on the strangest Sea—Yet, never, in Extremity,It asked a crumb—of Me.

T - Hope is the Thing with FeathersPCASTT

Let's take a look at Langston Hughes's poem "Mother to Son"

Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor—Bare.

But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on,And reachin' landin's,And turnin' corners,And sometimes goin' in the darkWhere there ain't been no light.So, boy, don't you turn back.Don't you set down on the steps.'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.Don't you fall now—For I'se still goin', honey,I'se still climbin',And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

Mother to Son

- Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor—Bare.

But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on,And reachin' landin's,And turnin' corners,And sometimes goin' in the darkWhere there ain't been no light.

So, boy, don't you turn back.Don't you set down on the steps.'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.Don't you fall now—For I'se still goin', honey,I'se still climbin',And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

T - Mother to SonPCASTT

Yesterday we read a lyric poem by Robert Frost...

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.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

by: Robert Frost

In one sentence, write a summary of what happens in this poem - be sure to answer WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE AND WHY

Let's take a look at Robert Frost's poem "The Road Not Taken"

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,

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And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere 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.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere 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.

T - The Road Not TakenPCASTT

Fode requirements

2 stanzas, each stanza containing 10 lines (20 lines total). Leave a space between stanzas. Number your lines 1-20 on your final copyEnd rhyme must be at the end of each lineYou must have one example of 3+ alliteration in one lineYou must use a metaphor No repetition of words (ie. I love you very, very, very much - that is just filler and not creative at all). The same word doesn't count as rhyme (all day doesn't rhyme with today)

Your handle is more silver than the finest aluminum foil. Your heat resistant silicone can withstand a rolling boil. You’ve separated ground beef as it browned for taco night. The scrambled eggs you slowly stirred usually turned out right. You’ve dipped out mashed potatoes, and helped to fluff up rice, The brownie batters left on you all got licked off – how nice! You’ve helped many a cake batter make its way from bowl to pan. You’ve even helped ease tuna fish out of its tiny can.You’ve mixed and stirred so many dishes going slow and fast, You’re one well used utensil and you’d never come in last.

Your red tip is an upraised hand begging to be chosen To skillfully combine the foods, be they fresh or frozen. You live with roommates that include wooden spoons and tongs, But no other utensil deserves such praising songs. Once you’ve been picked, you’ll do the job whatever it may be,And when you’re done the dishwasher is the next place you’ll see. To get washed clean and ready for your next kitchen task. Tongs, ladle, spoon or spatula – Do I even have to ask? So simple yet so functional, whatever would I doCould there ever be a spatula as wonderful as you?

Homework:

Bring random objects for tomorrow's class.