Read the excerpt from "On Imagination” by Phillis Wheatley.Thy various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck’d with pomp by thee! Thy wond’rous acts in beauteous order stand, And all attest how potent is thine hand.
Read the excerpt from "Jabari Unmasked” by Nikki Grimes.One look, and we are neatly judged this gang, these thugs, these dark delinquents in debt to society. Meanwhile, you fail to see that we are college-bound (more than a few), prepared to pay attention to psychology, the sciences, the arts, to thoughtfully unfurl the scrolls of human history. Instead, you see a thief who uses guile.
Which action would best help determine the tone of a poem?
A golden shovel can impact the meaning of a poem by using a different poet’s
Read the excerpt from "On Imagination” by Phillis Wheatley. Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies, Till some lov'd object strikes her wand'ring eyes, Whose silken fetters all the senses bind, And soft captivity involves the mind.Imagination! who can sing thy force? Or who describe the swiftness of thy course?
Read the excerpt from "Jabari Unmasked” by Nikki Grimes.Is such unfairness what the world is filled with? The evidence is seen in spirits ripped and torn. Still, the world needs the dreams we offer, and should we leave those dreams bleeding on the road, we’d shrink our own hearts down to nothing, and that we would regret. Better to let our anger go, and smile.
Read the excerpt from "My City” by James Weldon Johnson.Will it be that no more I shall see the trees Or smell the flowers or hear the singing birds Or watch the flashing streams or patient herds? No, I am sure it will be none of these.
Read the excerpt from "Jabari Unmasked” by Nikki Grimes. The ignorant ignore as best you can, and in the end, mask aside, freshen your mouth with ferocious lines of potent poetry, with metaphors that mightily reveal the myriad of emotions you feel—yet, in all their subtleties.
What is a break or pause in the middle of a line, often marked with punctuation, called?
Read the excerpt from "Rosa” by Rita Dove.Doing nothing was the doing: the clean flame of her gazecarved by a camera flash.How she stood up when they bent down to retrieve her purse. That courtesy.
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