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In the boxes below state what these colors might be used to symbolize in literature
White
Blue
Red
Yellow
Black
Friendship
Envy
Commitment
Confidence
Death
Life
Sadness
Evil
Danger
"The Flowers" by Alice Walker
It seemed to Myop as she skipped lightly from hen house to pigpen to smokehouse that the days had never been as
beautiful as these. The air held a keenness that made her nose twitch. The harvesting of the corn and cotton, peanuts
and squash, made each day a golden surprise that caused excited little tremors to run up her jaws.
Myop carried a short, knobby stick. She struck out at random at chickens she liked, and worked out the beat of a song
on the fence around the pigpen. She felt light and good in the warm sun. She was ten, and nothing existed for her but
her song, the stick clutched in her dark brown hand, and the tat-de-ta-ta-ta of accompaniment.
Turning her back on the rusty boards of her family's sharecropper cabin, Myop walked along the fence till it ran into
the stream made by the spring. Around the spring, where the family got drinking water, silver ferns and wildflowers
grew. Along the shallow banks pigs rooted. Myop watched the tiny white bubbles disrupt the thin black scale of soil and
the water that silently rose and slid away down the stream.
She had explored the woods behind the house many times. Often, in late autumn, her mother took her to gather nuts
among the fallen leaves. Today she made her own path, bouncing this way and that way, vaguely keeping an eye out for
snakes. She found, in addition to various common but pretty ferns and leaves, an armful of strange blue flowers with
velvety ridges and a sweet suds bush full of the brown, fragrant buds.
By twelve o'clock, her arms laden with sprigs of her findings, she was a mile or more from home. She had often been as
far before, but the strangeness of the land made it not as pleasant as her usual haunts. It seemed gloomy in the little
cove in which she found herself. The air was damp, the silence close and deep.
Myop began to circle back to the house, back to the peacefulness of the morning. It was then she stepped smack into his
eyes. Her heel became lodged in the broken ridge between brow and nose, and she reached down quickly, unafraid, to
free herself. It was only when she saw his naked grin that she gave a little yelp of surprise.
He had been a tall man. From feet to neck covered a long space. His head lay beside him. When she pushed back the
leaves and layers of earth and debris Myop saw that he'd had large white teeth, all of them cracked or broken, long
fingers, and very big bones. All his clothes had rotted away except some threads of blue denim from his overalls. The
buckles of the overall had turned green.
Myop gazed around the spot with interest. Very near where she'd stepped into the head was a wild pink rose. As she
picked it to add to her bundle she noticed a raised mound, a ring, around the rose's root. It was the rotted remains of a
noose, a bit of shredding plowline, now blending benignly into the soil. Around an overhanging limb of a great spreading
oak clung another piece. Frayed, rotted, bleached, and frazzled--barely there--but spinning restlessly in the breeze.
Myop laid down her flowers.
Flowers
Summer
Autumn
Noose
Sunlight
Directions:
Highlight the words that symbolize death
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright -
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Use the box to create 2 symbolism sentences based on the poem
The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
(American poet, Robert Frost, was born in 1874 in San Francisco, California. He died in 1963. He was awarded four
Pulitzer prizes. He was invited to read a poem at the inauguration of John F. Kennedy. is poem "The Road Not Taken" is
about choices and the decisions people make.)
Directions:
Highlight the words that symbolize contemplation/choices
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And both that morning equally lay
And sorry I could not travel both In leaves no step had trodden black.
And be one traveler, long I stood Oh, I kept the first for another day!
And looked down one as far as I could Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
To where it bent in the undergrowth; I doubted if I should ever come back.
Then took the other, as just as fair, I shall be telling this with a sigh
And having perhaps the better claim, Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
Though as for that the passing there I took the one less traveled by,
Had worn them really about the same, And that has made all the difference.
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Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World- Israel Kamakawiwo Ole'
The colors of the rainbow
Somewhere over the rainbow So pretty in the sky
Way up high and also on the faces of people passing by
And the dreams that you dream of once in a lullaby I see friends shaking hands saying
How do you do
Somewhere over the rainbow They're really saying I, I love you
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dream of I hear babies cry and I watch them grow
Dreams really do come true They'll learn much more then we'll know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Someday I wish upon a star world...
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemondrops Someday I wish upon a star
High above the chimney top Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
That's where you'll find me Where trouble melts like lemondrops
High above the chimney top
Well I see trees of green and red roses too That's where you'll find me
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself Oh somewhere over the rainbow
What a wonderful world Way up high
And the dreams that you dare to
Well I see skies of blue and Why oh why can't I...
I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Symbols found in music
Bless the Broken Road
Free Bird
Little Sparrow
The Ice was Getting Thinner
Summary of song with symbol
Free Bird
Bird Freedom
A bird is like freedom because it can come and go as it wishes
Summary of song with symbol:
The song “Free Bird” is about a man who is in an unhappy relationship and wishes he could be free like a
bird.
Dusty Road
Dusty Road Broken Relationships
A dusty road is like a broken relationship because eventually you can’t take it anymore
Summary of song with symbol:
The song “Dusty Road” is about a woman who has become disillusioned in her relationship and wishes to
leave it behind like a dusty road.
Bless the Broken Road
Broken Road Past Relationships
A broken road is like broken relationships because it is rocky and hard
Northern Stars Old girlfriends
Northern Stars are like old girlfriends because they point you towards “the one”
Summary of song with symbol:
The song “Bless the Broken Road” is about a man who learned from his pass mistakes and has
traveled the broken road to find his true love.
Little Sparrow
Sparrow Fragile Girl
A sparrow is like a fragile girl because they both need protection
Summary of song with symbol:
The song “Little Sparrow” is about a fragile young girl who is compared to a small sparrow and who
needs to protect herself.