why do poets make comparisons?
DESCRIPTION
Why do poets make comparisons?. He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all abroad, - They looked like frightened beads, I thought; He stirred his velvet head. In this lesson, you will learn how how to examine comparisons in a poem by picturing the items in your head. - PowerPoint PPT PresentationTRANSCRIPT
Why do poets make comparisons?
He glanced with rapid eyesThat hurried all abroad, -They looked like frightened beads, I thought;He stirred his velvet head
In this lesson, you will learn how how to examine
comparisons in a poem by picturing the items in your
head.
Let’s ReviewDescriptive words
can help us visualize a poem.
Let’s Review
NOUN
Nouns help us picture the setting.
Adjectives
Verbs
person
place thing
A Common Mistake
Thinking too literally
Core LessonCore Lesson
Comparison
Core Lesson
Core LessonCore Lesson
In the Garden
He glanced with rapid eyesThat hurried all abroad, -They looked like frightened beads, I thought;He stirred his velvet head
Why did the poet put these items together?
Core LessonCore Lesson
Find a comparison.1
2 Picture the items in your head.
3 Ask yourself, “Why did the poet put these items together?”
In this lesson, you have learned how to examine
comparisons in a poem by picturing the items in your
head.
Guided PracticeLook at the highlighted comparison. Picture the items in your head.
Then ask yourself, “Why did the poet put these items together?”
He glanced with rapid eyesThat hurried all abroad, -They looked like frightened beads, I thought;He stirred his velvet head
Extension Activities
Find another poem that uses comparisons.
How do the comparisons change your visualizations?
Extension Activities
Some comparisons are called “similes” and “metaphors.”
Research similes and metaphors.Find poems that use similes or metaphors
and list the ones you find.
Quick QuizQuick Quiz
Read the final two stanzas of “In the Garden.”
Find a comparison to picture in your mind.
Why did the poet put these items together?
Like one in danger; cautious,I offered him a crumb,And he unrolled his feathersAnd rowed him softer home
Than oars divide an ocean,Too silver for a seamOr butterflies, off banks of noon,Leap, plashless, as they swim.