Elearning lesson 2

Did you know that Robert Frost, the most celebrated poet in America, won four Pulitzer prizes? He got them from writing...guess what - poems! What else?

Robert Frost was also astonishingly lyrical, as seen in the short poem:


Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost's work was principally associated with the life and landscape of New England, and though he was a poet of traditional verse forms and metrics who remained steadfastly aloof from the poetic movements and fashions of his time, Frost was anything but a merely regional or minor poet. The author of searching and often dark meditations on universal themes, he was a quintessentially modern poet in his adherence to language as it is actually spoken, in the psychological complexity of his portraits, and in the degree to which his work was infused with layers of ambiguity and irony:


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.

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 fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

But my favourite poem by Robert Frost is still the one that is the most instructive; it has been used by many life guides like the 7 Habits of Effective Teens.

It is:

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
(The poem is called The Road Not Taken, and it is by Robert Frost,
it is NOT The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost)

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 kept 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.

References: Poets.org

www.mrsraj.wikispaces.com Lesson 1

RED TEXT is HYPERBOLE
ORANGE TEXT is PERSONIFICATION
GREEN TEXT is METAPHOR
BOLD TEXT is SIMILE
PURPLE TEXT is SYMBOLISATION


I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud Lonely as a cloud has an 'as', so it is a simile.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils; This is a metaphor as it is describing the daffodils.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Daffodils don't dance. Exaggeration.

Continuous as the stars that shine This has an 'as', so it's a simile.
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line Lines have two ends.
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, How does he count them so fast?
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. Daffodils don't have heads, so it is personification.

The waves beside them danced, but they Ummm.... waves can't dance, personification.
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company! Personification.
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought: The daffodils don't give him any money.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. The daffodils are a symbol for his inspiration.


Why I like this poem
This poem talks about how the author stumbles upon a large field of daffodils while wandering around as aimlessly and randomly as a cloud. The author also uses a lot of descriptive writing.
The writer is also very good at writing and expressing emotions and stuff like that. The poet also uses a very interesting rhyming method: ABABCC which makes the poem sound very rhythmic and also makes it sound almost musical, if it had a tune. The words also make images come to the front of your mind and makes it like watching a movie.