poetry introduction & poetic devices
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Poetry Introduction & Poetic Devices
Poetic LicenseThe freedom given to poets to ignore standard rules of grammar or proper diction in order to create a desired artistic effect.
Poetry RedefinedLiterary expression that emphasizes the line, not the sentence, as the unit of composition.Traditional characteristics: emotional, imaginative language use of metaphor, simile, & other figures of speech divided into stanzas use of rhyme and regular patterns of meter
Types of Poetry Lyrical poetryNarrative poetry Imagist Poetry Confessional poetry Ballad Elegy Haiku
Ballad A form of verse to be sung or recited. F. B. Gum describes the ballad as "a poem meant for singing, quite impersonal in material, probably connected in its origins with the communal dance."
Me & Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train And Is feeling nearly as faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, It rode us all the way to New Orleans. I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues. Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobbys hand in mine, We sang every song that driver knew. Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, Nothing dont mean nothing honey if it aint free. And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, You know feeling good was good enough for me, Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun, Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul. Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done, Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold. One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away, Hes looking for that home and I hope he finds it, But Id trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holding Bobbys body next to mine. Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, Nothing, thats all that Bobby left me, yeah, But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues, Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm, Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
Richard Cory by Paul Simon
They say that Richard Cory owns one halfof this whole town, With political connections to spreadhis wealth around. Born into society, a banker's only child, He had everything a man could want:power, grace and style. But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
Confessional PoetryMovement started in the 1950sPoets write about their own personal experience in an open, direct styleExamples: Robert Lowell, Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath
Papa was a Rolling Stone by The Temptations
It was the third of September; that day I'll always remember, 'cause that was the day that my daddy died. I never got a chance to see him;never heard nothin' but bad things about him. Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.(Spoken)Mama just looked at him and said, "Son,(Sung)Papa was a rollin' stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home. And when his died, All he left us was alone. Verse 2 Hey, mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades. Tell me, is that what sent Papa to an early grave? Folks say Papa would beg, borrow or steal to pay his bills. Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin'; Spend most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'! Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth. (Spoken) Mama just hung her head and said, "Son, (To Chorus)
Change Gon Comeby Sam Cooke
I was born by the river in a little tent Oh and just like the river I been a runnin' ever since It's been a long, a long time coming but I know A change gon' come oh yes it will It's been too hard living but I'm afraid to die Cuz I don't know what's up there beyond the sky It's been a long, a long time coming but I know A change gon' come oh yes it will I go to the movie, and I go downtown Somebody keep tellin me "don't hang around"It's been a long, a long time coming, but i know A change gon' come oh yes it will Then I go to my brother And I say "brother, help me please" But he winds up knocking me Back down on my knees There been times that I thought I wouldn't last for long Now think I'm able to carry on It's been a long, along time coming but I know A change gon' come, oh yes it will
Whats Going Onby Marvin Gaye
Mother, mother There's too many of you cryingBrother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dyingYou know we've got to find a wayTo bring some lovin' here todayYa Father, father We don't need to escalateYou see, war is not the answer For only love can conquer hateYou know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here todayPicket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me, so you can see Oh, what's going onWhat's going on Ya, what's going on Ah, what's going on In the mean time Right on, baby Right on Right
ElegyPoem that mourns a death or other great loss
Candle in the Windby Elton John
Goodbye Norma JeanThough I never knew you at allYou had the grace to hold yourselfWhile those around you crawledThey crawled out of the woodworkAnd they whispered into your brainThey set you on the treadmillAnd they made you change your nameAnd it seems to me you lived your lifeLike a candle in the windNever knowing who to cling toWhen the rain set inAnd I would have liked to have known youBut I was just a kidYour candle burned out long beforeYour legend ever did
Candle in the Windby Elton John
Goodbye England's rose; may you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country, and you whispered to those in pain. Now you belong to heaven, and the stars spell out your name. And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind: never fading with the sunset when the rain set in. And your footsteps will always fall here, among England's greenest hills; your candle's burned out long before your legend ever will.
Tears in Heavenby Eric Clapton
Clapton wrote this about his 4-year-old son, Conor, who died when he fell out of a 53rd floor window in his mother's apartment in New York City. At the time, Conor was Clapton's only child.
would you know my nameif i saw you in heavenwould it be the sameif i saw you in heaveni must be stong and carry on'cause i know i don't belonghere in heavenwould you hold my hand if i saw you in heaven would you help me standif i saw you in heaveni'll find my waythrough night and daycause i know i just can't stay here in heaven beyond the door there's peace i'm surebut i know there'll be no moretears in heaventime can bring you down time can bend your kneestime can break your hearthave you beggin please beggin pleasewould you know my nameif i saw you in heavenwould it be the same if i saw you in heavenbeyond the door there's peace i'm surebut i know there'll be no more tears in heaven
Imagist PoetryName given to a movement in poetry, originating in 1912 and represented by Ezra Pound, Amy Lowell, and others, aiming at clarity of expression through the use of precise visual images.
Bag Ladyby Eryka Badu
Bag lady you gone hurt your backDragging all them bags like thatI guess nobody ever told youAll you must hold on toIs you, is you, is youOne day all them bags gone get in your wayOne day all them bags gone get in your wayI said one day all them bags gone get in your wayOne Day all them bags gone get in your waySo pack lightPack lightPack lightOoh oohBag lady you gone miss your busYou can't hurry up Cause you got too much stuffWhen they see you cominNiggas take off runninFrom you it's true oh yes they doOne day he gone say you crowdin my spaceOne day he gone say you crowdin my spaceI said one day he gone say you crowdin my spaceOne day he gone say you crowdin my space So pack light Pack light Pack light Ooh ooh
Kiss from a Roseby Seal
There used to be a greying tower alone on the seaYou, became the light on the dark side of meLove remains, a drug that's the high and not the pillBut did you know that when it snowsMy eyes become largeAnd the light that you shine can't be seen?Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the greyOoh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeahNow that your rose is in bloomA light hits the gloom on the greyThere is so much a man can tell youSo much he can sayYou remain my power, my pleasure, my painBaby, To me, you're like a growingAddiction that I can't denyWon't you tell me, is that healthy, baby?But did you know that when it snowsMy eyes become largeAnd the light that you shine can't be seen?Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Lyrical PoetryExpresses a speakers personal thoughts and feelingsAn ode is an elaborate lyric poem expressed in a dignified and sincere wayEx. The Road Not Taken Robert FrostNew York State of Mind Billy Joel
New York State of Mindby Billy Joel
Some folks like to get awayTake a holiday from the neighborhoodHop a flight to Miami BeachOr to HollywoodBut I'm talking a GreyhoundOn the Hudson River LineI'm in a New York state of mind I've seen all the movie starsIn their fancy cars and their limousinesBeen high in the Rockies under the evergreensBut I know what I'm needingAnd I don't want to waste more timeI'm in a New York state of mind It was so easy living day by dayOut of touch with the rhythm and bluesBut now I need a little give and takeThe New York Times, The Daily News
Ode to my Familyby the Cranberries