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Worksheet time: 10mins
Harlem
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Which of the following is an example of a SIMILE?
What happens to a dream deferred?
And then run?
Maybe it just sags/like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Which of the following is an example of free verse?
Harlem by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Dog by Valerie Worth
Under a maple tree
The dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Tongue, yawns,
Rests his long chin
Carefully between
Front paws;
Looks up alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
Blinks, rolls
On his side,
Sighs, closes
His eyes: sleeps
All afternoon
In his loose skin.
The definition of poetry is
A kind of rhythmic, compressed language that uses figures of speech and images that appeal to emotion and imagination.
two lines of verse, usually in the same meter and joined by rhyme, that form a unit.
a short story, typically with animals as characters, conveying a moral.
a children's story about magical and imaginary beings and lands.
Which of the following is an example of a metaphor?
Anna is as sly as a fox.
We're like two peas in a pod.
I have not seen you in ages.
You are my sunshine!
Which of the following is an example of alliteration?
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
The breeze kissed my cheek.
After the Rain Haiku By Kelly Roper
Drip... drop... drip, drip... drop
The water rolled off the leaf.
And plopped to the ground.
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating`
‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Which of the following is an example of onomatopoeia?
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
The breeze kissed my cheek.
After the Rain Haiku By Kelly Roper
Drip... drop... drip, drip... drop
The water rolled off the leaf.
And plopped to the ground.
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating`
‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Which of the following is an example of assonance?
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
The breeze kissed my cheek.
After the Rain Haiku By Kelly Roper
Drip... drop... drip, drip... drop
The water rolled off the leaf.
And plopped to the ground.
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating`
‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Which of the following is an example of personification?
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
The breeze kissed my cheek.
After the Rain Haiku By Kelly Roper
Drip... drop... drip, drip... drop
The water rolled off the leaf.
And plopped to the ground.
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating`
‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Is Harlem written in prose or stanza?
Harlem
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Prose
Stanza
Is ("The morning coffee.") written in prose or stanza?
("The morning coffee.") BY RON PADGETT
The morning coffee. I'm not sure why I drink it. Maybe it's the ritual of the cup, the spoon, the hot water, the milk, and the little heap of brown grit, the way they come together to form a nail I can hang the day on. It's something to do between being asleep and being awake. Surely there's something better to do, though, than to drink a cup of
instant coffee. Such as meditate? About what? About having a cup of coffee. A cup of coffee whose first drink is too hot and whose last drink is too cool, but whose many in-between drinks are, like Baby Bear's porridge, just right. Papa Bear looks disgruntled. He removes his spectacles
and swivels his eyes onto the cup that sits before Baby Bear, and then, after a discrete cough, reaches over and picks it up. Baby Bear doesn't understand this disruption of the morning routine. Papa Bear brings the cup close to his face and peers at it intently. The cup shatters in his
paw, explodes actually, sending fragments and brown liquid all over the room. In a way it's good that Mama Bear isn't there. Better that she rest in her grave beyond the garden, unaware of what has happened to the
world.
Prose
Stanza
