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Part 2-Directions:
Read and choose one of the two poems below and highlight the use of imagery.
In the text box, explain what is the author trying to get us to see, smell, taste, hear, or feel? Explain how the author's use of imagery helps connect the poem to his audience.
How does the use of imagery help connect us to the theme or central idea of the poem? What is the theme or central idea of this poem?
Answer the questions above by writing a minimum of one paragraph (4-6 sentences).
Extra Credit: You will receive extra credit if you complete both poems by following and answering the questions above.
Note: Imagery in poetry creates similar snapshots in a reader's mind. Poets use imagery to form a stronger connection and draw readers into a sensory experience. Images will often provide us with mental snapshots that appeal to our senses of sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell.
Poem 1:To Autumn
by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-year's furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-d.y.i.n.g day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats m.o.u.r.n
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or d.i.e.s;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-b.r.e.a.s.t whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Poem 2: A Dream Within a Dream
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-t.o.r.m.e.n.t.e.d shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they c.r.e.e.p
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I w.e.e.p — while I w.e.e.p!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the p.i.t.il.e.s.s wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
thanks for the help, s.t.r.a.n.g.e.r.s!
