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FC: Reflections of Nature | By: Breonna Walton 1st period English 11

1: Table of Contents Pages 1-3.....Maya Angelou Pages 4-6.... Robert Frost Pages 7-10..... William Wordsworth Pages 11-13.... Emily Dickinson

2: A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor, Any broad alarm of their hastening doom Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully, Come, you may stand upon my Back and face your distant destiny, But seek no haven in my shadow, I will give you no hiding place down here. You, created only a little lower than The angels, have crouched too long in The bruising darkness Have lain too long Facedown in ignorance, Your mouths spilling words Armed for slaughter. The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face. Maya Angelou

3: Nature Sunny day now rainy day, hot day now turns to cold Flowers blossom leaves die, suddenly its Fall Snowing in the morning, sun shining by night It’s just how Mother Nature flows Breonna Walton

4: Birth name: Marguerite Johnson Stage name: Maya Angelou Born: April 4, 1928 in St. Louis, MO Parents: Bailey Johnson and Vivian Baxter Johnson Siblings: one brother, Bailey Jr. Spouse: Tosh Angelos (divorced) Children: one son, Clyde Bailey “Guy” Johnson At the age of 8, she was raped by her mom’s boyfriend. She was mute for the next 5 years, speaking only occasionally to her brother. At 16, she had a son with a neighborhood boy. Most credited for her auto-biography I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings Recited her poem “On the Pulse of the Morning” at President Bill Clinton’s inauguration

5: 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 marked 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. Robert Frost

6: One Sun Same Moon One big circle sometimes there sometimes At night sometimes cut in half but by morning whole again As it circles around us it changes color first yellow then white Roosters cock-a-doodle in the morning as the wolfs howl at it by night One sun but the same moon who would've knew The sun and the moon are so different but yet are the same Breonna Walton

7: Born: March 26, 1874 Death: January29, 1963 Best known for his depictions of everyday life of rural Americans He often used settings from New England, which is where he lived in the early twentieth century The Robert Frost Farm was home to Robert Frost and his family from 1900-1911. Frost was 86 when he spoke and performed a reading of his poetry at the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy on January 20, 1961

8: ------The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud of texture close, Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon, Which through that veil is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground--from rock, plant, tree, or tower. At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive traveller while he treads His lonesome path, with unobserving eye Bent earthwards; he looks up--the clouds are split Asunder,--and above his head he sees The clear Moon, and the glory of the heavens. There, in a black-blue vault she sails along, Followed by multitudes of stars, that, small And sharp, and bright, along the dark abyss Drive as she drives: how fast they wheel away, Yet vanish not!--the wind is in the tree, But they are silent;--still they roll along Immeasurably distant; and the vault, Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds, Still deepens its unfathomable depth. At length the Vision closes; and the mind, Not undisturbed by the delight it feels, Which slowly settles into peaceful calm, Is left to muse upon the solemn scene. William Wordsworth

9: My Crush There it goes again, beating faster and faster My tongue and stomach start to knot up I don’t know what’s going on Suddenly it stops and I’m back to normal It was only my crush brushing by me in the wind! It happens every time I see him When he speaks, I can’t speak back When he waves, my arms are locked by my side Some might call it lust but I believe in love at first site Breonna Walton

10: William Wordsworth was born on April 17, 1770, just outside the Lake District in the quaint market town of Cockermouth, Cumbria. His popularity as a poet draws thousands of tourists to this northwestern England city every year. In 1790, Wordsworth quit school at St. John’s in Cambridge to partake in a walking tour of Europe. This experience heightened Wordsworth's interest in the life, troubles and speech of the "common man,” which is another common theme in his works.

11: "Heaven" has different Signs—to me— Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the World And settles in the Hills— An Awe if it should be like that Upon the Ignorance steals— The Orchard, when the Sun is on— The Triumph of the Birds When they together Victory make— Some Carnivals of Clouds— The Rapture of a finished Day— Returning to the West— All these—remind us of the place That Men call "paradise"— Itself be fairer—we suppose— But how Ourself, shall be Adorned, for a Superior Grace— Not yet, our eyes can see— Emily Dickinson

12: Noisy Death— So sweet and peaceful— Tears so joyful— But everything is so quiet There is no clapping or laughter But only silent tears Death— Beautiful yet ugly With no mask it takes you by surprise— Breonna Walton

13: Born the second of three children in Amherst, Massachusetts Father was a lawyer and one of the wealthiest and most respected citizens in the town, as well as a conservative leader of the church. Dickinson grew up regularly attending services at the Congregational First Church of Christ (Congregational churches essentially followed the New England Puritan tradition) She attended Amherst Academy, where she studied a modern curriculum of English and the sciences, as well as Latin, botany and mathematics While becoming more reclusive, Dickinson intensified correspondence with friends and output of poetry She suffered from eye-trouble in 1864 and 1865 The last 12 years she spent in self-imposed isolation in her parents’ home Allegedly, Dickinson dressed entirely in white and communicated only indirectly with visitors and friends, from behind a folding screen or via notes and gifts in a basket she let down from her window into the garden Her most productive period coincided with the civil war, during which she wrote about 800 poems

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