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Creating-Poetry

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poetryPoetry is piece of literature written by a poet in meter or verse expressing various emotions which are expressed by the use of variety of techniques with the emphasis on the aesthetics of language. Wikipedia What is poetry?SEENGLISH.by


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Using poetic devices

Rhythm and meterRhymeRepetitionFigures of speech

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Understanding poetry

the fog comes A Scrambled Poem

over harbor and cityon silent haunches on little cat feet.and then moves on it sits looking SEENGLISH.by


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Understanding poetry

It sits looking on little cat feet. A Scrambled Poemover harbor and city

on silent haunches and then moves on.The fog comes SEENGLISH.by


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Writing poetry

topic (5 syllables) description or example (7) topic in different words (5)Adopt a different point of view!

subject (1 word) description (2) actions (3) feelings (4) conclusion (1) HaikuCinquain

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Between the two trees, Looking up at their brunches Which one should we climb?Adopt a different point of view!

TreeTall, greenSwaying, growing, reachingA witness to the pastFuture HaikuCinquain

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Translating poetry

keep to the originalshow the feelingsconvey the ideause the same devicesSUCCESSFULTRANSLATION

Find a perfect balance between the translation of separate words and the meaning of the whole poem.Use the meter and the structureof the original poem.The impression your poetic translation produces upon the reader should be identical to that of the original poem. Sometimes you can change the form of the poem to achieve the similarity in feelings. Analyze the stylistic means used by the author and think of the ways how to convey them in your language.SEENGLISH.by


Enjoying poetry Sonnet 130by William Shakespeare My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damaskd, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks,And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go,My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rareAs any she belied with false compare.

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Enjoying poetrySonnet 66 by William Shakespeare

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,As, to behold Desert a beggar born,And needy Nothing trimm'd in jollity,And purest Faith unhappily forsworn,And gilded Honour shamefully misplaced,And maiden Virtue rudely strumpeted,And right Perfection wrongfully disgraced,And Strength by limping Sway disabled.And Art made tongue-tied by Authority,And Folly doctor-like controlling Skill,And simple Truth miscall'd Simplicity,And captive Good attending captain ill.Tired with all these, from these I would be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

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Enjoying poetryby Ann and Jane TaylorTwinkle, twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are!Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky!

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