Well, I decided to dust off this old blog to post the url to a plethora of practice AP essay prompts, should you take the notion to practice some (which you should):
http://www.collegeboard.com/student/testing/ap/english_lit/samp.html?englit
Happy writing!
Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Poetry Links and Resources
So, Cambridge University has an online glossary which, though not exhaustive, is quite good:
http://www.english.cam.ac.uk/classroom/terms.htm
I will update this post throughout our poetry unit, adding links that may be helpful.
See you in class.
http://www.english.cam.ac.uk/classroom/terms.htm
I will update this post throughout our poetry unit, adding links that may be helpful.
See you in class.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Poem for Monday
Alright, I am a little late posting this, but hopefully you all get it. Here is the poem that I would like you to analyze (with your questions) over the weekend. It is not very long, but it's a good one.
Mirror
by Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Mirror
by Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful --
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful --
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
(1961)
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Selection of Poems
Hey all,
Sorry, I am a little late getting this posted, but here is the link to Poetry Out Loud's selection of poems:
http://www.poetryoutloud.org/poems-and-performance/find-poems.
Pick a poem a day (and one over the weekend), so 5 per week, print it out, and answer your ten questions in regard to that poem. I will collect them toward the end of the poetry unit for a grade.
See you tomorrow.
Sorry, I am a little late getting this posted, but here is the link to Poetry Out Loud's selection of poems:
http://www.poetryoutloud.org/poems-and-performance/find-poems.
Pick a poem a day (and one over the weekend), so 5 per week, print it out, and answer your ten questions in regard to that poem. I will collect them toward the end of the poetry unit for a grade.
See you tomorrow.
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