Love Name:1) Annotate both poems. (At least one annotation for every 4 lines)2) On the other side of this worksheet, complete the chart

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How Do I Love Thee?Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’sMost quiet need, by sun and candlelight.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love with a passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Love's PhilosophyPercy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,And the rivers with the ocean;

The winds of heaven mix foreverWith a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;All things by a law divine

In another's being mingle--Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,And the waves clasp one another;No sister flower could be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--What are all these kissings worth,

If thou kiss not me?

Oppression Name:1) Annotate both poems. (At least one annotation for every 4 lines)2) On the other side of this worksheet, complete the chart

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Death Name:

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou in 1969

The free bird leapson the back of the windand floats downstream

till the current endsand dips his wings

in the orange sun raysand dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cage

can seldom see throughhis bars of rage

his wings are clipped andhis feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird singswith fearful trill

of the things unknownbut longed for still

and his tune is heardon the distant hill for the caged bird

sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breezeand the trade winds soft through the sighing treesand the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn

and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreamshis shadow shouts on a nightmare screamhis wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird singswith a fearful trillof things unknownbut longed for still

and his tune is heardon the distant hillfor the caged birdsings of freedom.

Sympathyby Paul Lawrence Dunbar in 1899

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!     When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;   When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,   And the river flows like a stream of glass;     When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,   And the faint perfume from its chalice steals— I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing     Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;   For he must fly back to his perch and cling   When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;     And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars   And they pulse again with a keener sting— I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,     When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,— When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee,     But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings— I know why the caged bird sings!

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Perseverance Name:1) Annotate both poems. (At least one annotation for every 4 lines)

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

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 brightTheir 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 sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that 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.

Funeral Blues- W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aero planes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.For nothing now can ever come to any good

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The Rose That Grew From Concrete by Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grewfrom a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong itlearned to walk without having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concretewhen no one else ever cared.

Still, I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?'Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?Don't you take it awful hard'Cause I laugh like I've got gold minesDiggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I've got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shameI riseUp from a past that's rooted in painI riseI'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.

Phenomenal WomanBy Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I'm telling lies.I say,It's in the reach of my armsThe span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.

I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,And to a man,The fellows stand orFall down on their knees.Then they swarm around me,A hive of honey bees.I say,It's the fire in my eyes,And the flash of my teeth,The swing in my waist,And the joy in my feet.I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.

Men themselves have wonderedWhat they see in me.They try so muchBut they can't touchMy inner mystery.When I try to show themThey say they still can't see.I say,It's in the arch of my back,The sun of my smile,The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style.I'm a woman

Phenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.

Now you understandJust why my head's not bowed.I don't shout or jump aboutOr have to talk real loud.When you see me passingIt ought to make you proud.

I say,It's in the click of my heels,The bend of my hair,the palm of my hand,The need of my care,'Cause I'm a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That's me.

Beyond the ReflectionLooking in the mirror, What do you see?The eyes of a monster, the hair of a beast.A bump, a lump, an excuse for a nose.Eyelashes to short, eyebrows that grow. Shoulders broad, legs too skinny,a smile with lines too deep and wimpy.Cheeks rather puffy, and a scowl, rather scruffy. Now mirror my eyes, What do I see?Eyes of an angel, hair of a Greek.A curve, a shimmy, a button nose.Eyelashes that accent eyebrows of pose. Shoulders of confidence, legs considered sexy,A smile with lines of laughter and living,Cheeks so cute, and an expression of love. What monster do you speak of?A beast? I see none.Before me, and angel of wings,a friend, and a loved one. What ugliness is this?What Flaw is that?Shush, shut your lips,you are blind as a bat.   You strut, You dance,You shout and sing,to me you are beauty, Who is so nasty as to attack your self esteem?Their words, my friend, are not worth listening.