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S: Poetry of Water

FC: By Kaiti Lawlor | Mrs. Dawson Pre-AP English | Fell the Raindrops | sodahead.com

1: Feel the Raindrops | By Kaiti Lawlor Stillwater, OK 12-21-10

3: This book is dedicated to my Sister, Courtney. She makes every rainy day seem brighter

4: Going for Water by Robert Frost The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran; Not loth to have excuse to go, Because the autumn eve was fair (Though chill), because the fields were ours, And by the brook our woods were there. We ran as if to meet the moon That slowly dawned behind the trees, The barren boughs without the leaves, Without the birds, without the breeze. | Going for Water | But once within the wood, we paused Like gnomes that hid us from the moon, Ready to run to hiding new With laughter when she found us soon. Each laid on other a staying hand To listen ere we dared to look, And in the hush we joined to make We heard, we knew we heard the brook. A note as from a single place, A slender tinkling fail that made Now drops that floated on the pool Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

5: I picked this poem because I liked the imagery Frost gave describing the forest. My favorite lines are the last two lines where it says " Now drops that floated on the pool Like pearls, and now a silver blade." Those lines make me think of water actually falling from a faucet, with light reflecting on the drops making them look like pearls. | By Robert Frost | squidoo.com | flickr.com

6: The City in the Sea | Edgar Allan Poe | Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. | Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town; But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently - Gleams up the pinnacles far and free - Up domes - up spires - up kingly halls - Up fanes - up Babylon-like walls - | Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers - Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. | There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves; But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye - Not the gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed;

7: online-literature.com | For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness of glass - No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea - No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave - there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide - As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow - The hours are breathing faint and low - And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.

8: The City in the Sea | Edgar Allan Poe | I like this poem because it makes me imagine a tower filling with water, and waves pounding the walls. It is very dark, which is an other reason I really like it. It has that sense of death just by the words Poe uses. Such as: "Hell, rising from a thousand thrones."

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10: The Storm by Emily Dickison | There came a wind like a bugle; It quivered through the grass, And a green chill upon the heat So ominous did pass We barred the windows and the doors As from an emerald ghost; | The doom's electric moccason That very instant passed. On a strange mob of panting trees, And fences fled away, And rivers where the houses ran The living looked that day. The bell within the steeple wild The flying tidings whirled. How much can come And much can go, And yet abide the world!

11: I liked this poem because it captures the eerie feeling of storms. It has great words such as: quivered, ominous, and emerald. | www.richard-seaman.com

12: To the River Edgar Allan Poe Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty–the unhidden heart- The playful maziness of art In old Alberto's daughter; But when within thy wave she looks- Which glistens then, and trembles- Why, then, the prettiest of brooks Her worshipper resembles; For in his heart, as in thy stream, Her image deeply lies- His heart which trembles at the beam Of her soul-searching eyes. | tripadvisor.com

13: I like this poem very much because of the great description of the river. But by the end you find out Poe is actually talking about a women. Comparing her to the river, from a man that loves her. | cc.gatech.edu | .tripadvisor.com

14: Storm Fear by Robert Frost When the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lower chamber window on the east, And whispers with a sort of stifled bark, The beast, 'Come out! Come out!'-- It costs no inward struggle not to go, Ah, no! | I count our strength, Two and a child, Those of us not asleep subdued to mark How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,-- How drifts are piled, Dooryard and road ungraded, Till even the comforting barn grows far away, And my heart owns a doubt Whether 'tis in us to arise with day And save ourselves unaided.

15: When i read this poem I imagine a harsh snow storm and children watching from a window. I really like this poem because I love snow and storms an this really captures the dramatic feeling of storms. | flickr.com | vanilla105.deviantart.com

16: In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around. But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody- Then-ah then I would awake To the terror of the lone lake. Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight- A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define- Nor Love-although the Love were thine. Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining- Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake. | The Lake Edgar Allan Poe

17: My favorite line from this is " To the terror of the lone lake." I really like this line because it makes you think of lakes being eerie. This poem reminds me of a movie i saw about a girl who lived on a lake but was hallucinating about her step-mom killing her. It has a very scary feeling. | sokai.deviantart.com | trekearth.com

18: Progress | The Snow Emily Dickinson | It sifts from leaden sieves, It powders all the wood, It fills with alabaster wool The wrinkles of the road. It makes an even face Of mountain and of plain, -- Unbroken forehead from the east Unto the east again. It reaches to the fence, It wraps it, rail by rail, Till it is lost in fleeces; It flings a crystal veil | bbc.co.uk

19: On stump and stack and stem, -- The summer's empty room, Acres of seams where harvests were, Recordless, but for them. It ruffles wrists of posts, As ankles of a queen, -- Then stills its artisans like ghosts, Denying they have been. | My favorite thing is snow and this poem really explains the beauty of snow. I love when it says "It fligs a crystal veil."

20: Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad | My Favorite Things Rodgers and Hammerstein | pvplc.org

21: This is one of my favorite songs because it talks about little things no one thinks about often. Like "Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens." It gives great imagery of simple things. | flickr.com

22: One drop can cause a wave, One voice can make a change, One heart can love you always, One day can change your life, One song can make you smile, One zero can lower your grade, One laugh can make you laugh, One drop can cause a wave. | One Voice Kaiti Lawlor

23: I saw this picture on the Internet and came up with my first line "One drop can cause a wave." I started thinking about how one thing can make a huge difference which inspired the rest of the poem | bakesourdough.com

24: Crash! The first lightning bold, This is one of many. The wind is not calm, the air is not still. Crash! The second lighting bolt. Rain is falling down like shatter glass, Hard and painful. Why do i love this? | Shattered Glass Kaiti Lawlor

25: I was thinking of the last lightning storm we had when I wrote this. I remember it being loud and scary but for some reason I was enjoying it. That is what inspired me to write this poem.

26: Kaiti Lawlor Kaiti Lawlor is a sophomore at Stillwater High School. She enjoys music and being creative. On days she is not running around doing too many things at once, she likes to go and sit and read at her favorite coffee shop The Coffee House. Kaiti enjoyed doing this project and looks forward to more creative projects in her future. | About the Author

28: Dickinson, Emily. "The Snow." The Mystery of Beauty. Canada: Country Beautiful. 26. Print. Dickinson, Emily. "The Storm." The Mystery of Beauty. Canada: Country Beautiful. 39. Print. Frost, Rbert. "Going for Water." Poetry for Young People. New York: Sterling Cmpany, 1994. 29. Print.

29: Frost, Robert. "Storm Fear." Poetry for Young People. New York: Sterling, 1994. 37. Print. "My Favorite Things." Maria - My Favorite Things Lyrics. ST Lyrics, 2002. STLyrics.com. Web. 18 Dec. 2010. .

31: Poe, Edgar A. "The City in the Sea." The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe. New York: Barnes and Noble, 1992. 44. Print. Poe, Edgar A. "The Lake." The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe. New York: Barned and Noble, 1992. 27-28. Print. Poe, Edgar A. "To the River." The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe. New York: Barned and Noble, 1992. 40. Print. | Work Citied

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