May 7, 2013English 9-10 ESLMrs. McNamara & Mrs. Athanasakos

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Sonnet 18

Sonnet 18

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

Pablo Neruda (1904 -1973)

Chilean Poet Wrote Love

Poems Wrote Poems

about the humble people of Latin America and their struggle for survival

The People by Pablo Neruda

I recall that man and not two centuries

have passed since I saw him,

he went neither by horse nor by carriage:

purely on foot

he outstripped

distances,

and carried no sword or armor,

only nets on his shoulder,

axe or hammer or spade,

never fighting the rest of his species:

his exploits were with water and earth,

with wheat so that it turned into bread,

with giant trees to render them wood,

with walls to open up doors,

with sand to construct the walls,

and with ocean for it to bear.

I knew him and he is still not cancelled in me.

El Pueblo by

Pablo Neruda

http://www.scribd.com/doc/49960057/El-pueblo-%E2%80%93-Pablo-Neruda

El Pueblo byPablo Neruda

Maya Angelou (1928- )

Maya Angelou

Billy Collins (1941- )

Introduction to PoetryBilly Collins

I ask them to take a poemand hold it up to the lightlike a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poemand watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem’s room

and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterskiacross the surface of a poemwaving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to dois tie the poem to a chair with ropeand torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hoseto find out what it really means.

Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

Yesterday and Today by Langston Hughes

Oh, I wish that yesterday,

Yesterday was today!

Yesterday you was here.

Today you gone away.

I miss you, Lulu

I miss you so bad-

There ain’t no way for me

To get you out of my head.

Yesterday I was happy.

I thought you was happy, too.

I don’t know how you feel today-

But, baby, I feel blue.

Gwendolyn Brooks (1917-2000)

Shel Silverstein (1930 – 1999)

Author of: Children’s

Books Songs Plays Magazine

Articles Cartoons

Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

It's all I have to bring today

It's all I have to bring today –

This, and my heart beside –

This, and my heart, and all the fields

–

And all the meadows wide –

Be sure you count – should I forget

Some one the sum could tell –

This, and my heart, and all the Bees

Which in the Clover dwell.

Ogden Nash (1902-1971)

Old Men by Ogden Nash

 

People expect old men to die,

They do not really mourn old men.

Old men are different. People look

At them with eyes that wonder

when... People watch with

unshocked eyes;

But the old men know when an old

man dies.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

E. E. Cummings (1894-1962)

Roald Dahl (1916-1990)

Jack Prelutsky (1940-Present)

As Soon as Fred Gets out of Bed

As Soon as… (Continued)

At night when Fred goes back to bed,he deftly plucks off his head.His mother switches off the lightand softly croons, “Good night! Good

night!”And then, for reasons no one knows,Fred’s underwear goes on his toes.

Dr. Seuss (1904-1991)

Dr. Seuss Quotes