Monday, September 30, 2019
Monday, Sept 30
Autumn Poems
Thursday you will write out one of these poems from memory. Don't worry about line breaks or punctuation.
E.C. for people who recite Tuesday.
TODAY:
Read parts in The Crucible to "We danced, and that is all . . . I shall bring a pointy reckoning to you"
HOMEWORK: Memorize poem
Bring annotated poems and be prepared to write a commentary on 'your' poem
TUESDAY:
E.C. for reciting your poem to James Dean (poster)
Write/type Commentary on your poem
Read Act 1 of The Crucible
Crucible, Act 1 Vocabulary--terms
Crucible, Act 2 Vocabulary--terms
Crucible, Act 3 Vocabulary--11 terms
Crucible, Act 4 Vocabulary--terms
Crucible, Act 1 Reading Comprehension flash cards
Crucible, Act 2 Reading Comprehension flash cards
Crucible, Act 3 Reading Comprehension flash cards
Crucible, Act 4 Reading Comprehension flash cards
Thursday, September 26, 2019
Memorize one of the poems on this handout:
Autumn Poems
Next Thursday you will write it out from memory. Don't worry about line breaks or punctuation.
E.C. for people who recite it on Monday or Tuesday.
Autumn Poems
Next Thursday you will write it out from memory. Don't worry about line breaks or punctuation.
E.C. for people who recite it on Monday or Tuesday.
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Tuesday, September 24
HOMEWORK:
Pick one of the following four poems to memorize over the next two weeks:
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
Friday, September 20, 2019
Monday, Sept 23
Groups 7, 8 present oral commentary. Everyone else take notes. Remind me--10 pts for notes
Poem of the day:
Poem of the day:
Bereft, by Robert Frost
Where had I heard this wind before
Where had I heardthis wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Thursday, September 19
HOMEWORK:
Pick one of the following four poems to memorize over the next two weeks:
Spring and Fall
to a young child
Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Monday, September 16, 2019
4. Quiz Thursday
Literary terms--Quizlet Memorize for quiz Thursday
First three lines of Song of the Open Road memorized by Thursday.
All names for Thursday
Young Goodman Brown quiz Thursday (not easy unless you really pay attention)
All names for Thursday
Young Goodman Brown quiz Thursday (not easy unless you really pay attention)
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