Today in class . . .
Students learned to analyze a poem and use their analysis to support their interpretations. We worked together in groups and followed theses instructions: Directions: Have each member of your group read the lines below out loud while the rest of you follow along. After the readings, go around your group and get a response from each person for each of the following items: a. Which line stands out the most to you? Why? b. What is the best word Whitman used? Why? c. Describe a connection, something the poem makes you think about. d. What’s something about the poem that puzzles you? Ask your question and get everyone’s input. e. What do you think the theme of this poem is? Explain why. As you discuss annotate one poem with your groups thoughts and ideas. Underline favorite lines, circle favorite words, and write down your questions. Afterwards, finishing your discussion and annotation, write a paragraph as a group that explains one of the important themes you found in the poem. Use evidence (lines, phrases, words) to prove that your theme is found in the poem. Explain how your evidence demonstrates your theme. If you missed class, follow the above instructions for this poem: O Captain! My Captain! BY WALT WHITMAN (1819-1892) O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths-- For you the shores a crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Comments are closed.
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