S: Poems Galore
BC: It's the little things that make life beautiful.
FC: Poems Galore! | By: Sehrish Rupani
1: I want to dedicate this to my family. Being big fans of poetry, I think my family will love this book.
2: Table Of Contents | Dedication Page.........................Page 1 Robert Frost................................Page 4 & 5 Jack Prelutsky............................Page 6 & 7 Sehrish Rupani..............................Page 8 & 9 Glossary and Bibliography.....Page 10 & 11
4: Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874. Frost became interested in poetry in his high school years, and he enrolled in college in 1892 in Dartmouth, an Ivy League College in new Hampshire. Soon, Frost became bored with college life, and he started teaching and working at a mill. Even though his jobs took up his time, he never stopped writing poetry. His first big break was his poem named "Butterfly", which got published in a newspaper call The Independence in 1895. After a while, in 1895, got married to his high school love, Elinor Miriam White. She continued to be his inspiration for many of his poems, until she died in 1938 from cancer. Frost had 6 children with her, one of which died from cholera when Frost worked with her at his farm. Elinor, their daughter died just one day after being born. Frost himself died on January 29, 1963. Frost made many poems, and continues to inspire many people today.
5: She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent, So that in guys it gently sways at ease, And its supporting central cedar pole, That is its pinnacle to heavenward And signifies the sureness of the soul, Seems to owe naught to any single cord, But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To every thing on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightlest bondage made aware. | Tone: I think the tone is in a way admiring, because Robert Frost is talking about of her love as being free, and not being bound by anything. Rhyme Scheme of the poem: ABABCDCDEFEFGG Opinion-I think this poem is beautiful, because I think it was made for Frost's love, Elinor White.It represents her free will to love, and it was nicely written.When Frost says," strictly held my none", it reminds of something that has freedom, or something that chooses what it wants by itself, and not what it gets by force. In all, this poem represents my own free will, and I admire this poem. Analysis-this is a deep poem, from what I understand. Frost seems to be talking about love, a woman's, and it is unbound, and free. It is also saying that because of this, it is showing the "sureness of the soul", which means, how sure she is of her passion, or love. This poem is deep, and it shows a lot of emotion through his words. I think Frost is talking about Elinor, his wife. Figurative language- One example is the first line, which refers the "she" as to being a silken tent, and using as, which makes this a simile. The figurative language seems to be unclear at times, because this whole poem is comparing her to the tent, which is a simile.He wrote this for his wife, and the whole poem is one big simile, comparing his wife to a tent.
6: Friends are Flowers that Never Fade | Jack Prelutsky was born on September 8, 1940. Prelutsky was inspired by Andrew Marvell and John Donne, which were both 17th century poets. His first real poetry came in an odd way. One evening, Prelutsky was sitting at his table, and drawing mythical creatures. When he was done, he decided to add some poems to go with the creatures. Showing the work to his his friend next day, Prelutsky had never thought that his silly poems would be the building blocks to his career. Another example of a silly thing turning out to be a good thing is, one day, Prelutsky went to the library. He started talking to the librarian for 10 minutes, then asked her to marry him. She continues to be his wife today. According to the internet, Jack Prelutsky is still alive, beng 70 years old. Jack Prelutsky is my favorite poet, and will always continue to be.
7: Be glad your nose is on your face, not pasted on some other place, for if it were where it is not, you might dislike your nose a lot. Imagine if your precious nose were sandwiched in between your toes, that clearly would not be a treat, for you'd be forced to smell your feet. Your nose would be a source of dread were it attached atop your head, it soon would drive you to despair, forever tickled by your hair. Within your ear, your nose would be an absolute catastrophe, for when you were obliged to sneeze, your brain would rattle from the breeze. Your nose, instead, through thick and thin, remains between your eyes and chin, not pasted on some other place-- be glad your nose is on your face! | The tone of this poem is grateful, and glad. The rhyme scheme-aabbccddeeffgghhiijjkkllmmnnooppqqrrsstt Opinion- I love this poem. This poem is not only about where your nose is. Read it carefully. I love this poem, because looking at it, and reading it once or twice is not enough. You have to dig through the silly words, and look beneath the playful sentences, until you find the real meaning. Personally, I love this poem, because it is fun but silly st the same time. Analysis-This poem is wonderful. When Jack Prelutsky says, "Be glad your nose is on your face", he means you should be glad that you are not sticking your nose in a place it should not be. Such as getting into other people's businesses, or lives. This poem is not all silly, it has a deep meaning connected with the poem. Figurative Language- When Prelutsky says, "source of dread", it is an hyperbole, because he is exaggerating how bad it would be for your nose to be on your head. When Prelutsky says "absolute catastrophe", it is also a hyperbole, because he is exaggerating how bad it would be for your nose to be in your ear. When Prelutsky says "drive you to despair, forever tickled by your hair", that is personification, because your nose can not really drive you to despair, and your hair can not tickle you.
8: As I step outside One very fine morning The frost seems to have died The birds,like my spirit, are soaring The sun grinning wide Comes to greet me Hello, it says with its blazing sigh Long time, no see I feel myself smile As wide as the world itself I lay in the grass for awhile Being as happy, and feeling as mischievous, as an elf | I listen to the pitter I listen to the patter The rain is never-ending It never seems to flatter Being at home bores me Reading a book, Stuck inside Where has the sun gone? It's as if it has died Finally! I feel a wedge of sunshine Warming up my room, and my heart Oh, the world is now restored to its happiness Now only if my math homework would do its part
9: Hi! My name is Sehrish Rupani. I am in the 6th grade, and my L.A. teacher is Mr.Cown. My favorite activities are playing basketball, going on the computer, and drawing. My favorite foods are pizza and my favorite drink is Coke-soda. I am 12, and my birthday is December 29. I have 4 people in my family. My mom's name is Rubina, but people call her Ruby. My dad's name is Rafique, and my dad's name is Adnan. We live in Fulton County, and my state is GA. That's my biography!
10: Glossary | Relent-- to soften in temper or determination Pinnacle--the highest point Naught--nothing Taut--tightly drawn, tense, no slack Capriciousness--subject to led by Bondage--the state of being bound by
11: Bibliography | Robert Frost: http://www.online-literature.com/frost/ http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/192 Jack Prelutsky http://teacher.scholastic.com/writewit/poetry/jack_meet.htm