Maria Monica Ana Mendoza

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I. 2 examples for each kind of poetry

a. Haiku
An old silent pond…
A frog jumps into the pond,
Splash! Silence again
-by Basho
Toward those short trees
We saw a descending
On a day in spring.
-by Shiki
b. Ode
Ah, happy, happy, boughs! That cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! More happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
-John Keats

Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

- Percy Bysshe Shelley
c. Free Verse
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night…
-Allen Ginsberg
My mother never forgave my father
for killing himself,
especially at such an awkward time
and in a public park,
that spring
when I was waiting to be born.
She locked his name
in her deepest cabinet
and would not let him out,
though I could hear him thumping.
When I came down from the attic
with the pastel portrait in my hand
of a long-lipped stranger
with a brave moustache
and deep brown level eyes,
she ripped it into shreds
without a single word
and slapped me hard.
In my sixty-fourth year
I can feel my cheek
still burning.
-Stanley Kunitz

II. example of each type of figurative language.

a. Simile
Tiltle: Harlem
Poet: Langston Hughes
Line: 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?
b. Metaphor
Title: Since Feeling if First
Poet: E.E Cummings
Line: we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis.
c. Personification
Title: The House on Mango Street
Poet: Sandra Cisneros
Line: But the house on Mango Street is not the way they told it at all.
It’s small and red with tight steps in front and windows so small you’d think they were
holding their breath.
d. Alliteration
Title: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Poet: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Line: The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
e. Onomatopoeia
Title: Come Down, O Maid
Poet: Alfred Lord Tennyson
Line: The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees…