Writing
Like Keats (Shara Lessley)
Imaginative
Preparation:
1. Think about your
favorite month of the year.
2. Think of the music you
associate with this time of the year. (A poem is nothing more than a Musical Score until it is
read out loud.)
3. What images do you
associate with this month?
Keats' "This Living Hand"
1. Deal quickly with the Story of the Poem: what is the situation?
2. Use colors to analyze the
music of "This Living Hand":
rhythm, sentence structure, antithesis, rhymes and echoes within lines, slant
rhymes: assonance (similar vowel sounds) and consonance (similar consonant sounds).
3. Note how sounds are
connected to the tension of ideas in the poem. (antithesis)
4. Note how different word
families grow into sound systems in the poem. (complete)
Poem About a Month of the Year
1. Write a poem about what you
like about your favorite month of the year. Please show, not tell. Keep your hand moving. Don't think; just write.
2. Go around the room and tell
us your month and your mood music for that month. Describe a couple of images
you associate with your month.
Keats' "To Autumn".
- The Poem's Genesis:
Confronted
with a possible jail sentence because of debt, Keats’ brother needs money.
Keats' other brother has just died of consumption, and he is being mourned.
Keats has also had a sore throat recently and has coughed up some blood. He
now knows he has tuberculosis. He is estranged from his sister with whom he
has had an ambiguous relationship. He is secretly engaged to a woman whom
he cannot afford to marry. It is September: he has been going on long
walks, and on one walk, he arrives at a transformation.
By October, he will be describing his life as a posthumous existence. In
a year it will all be over.
He walks the walk, comes home, and writes this poem.
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2. Genre:
An Ode:
a poem dedicated to an object or person; usually in praise; vs.
An Elegy:
a poem written for someone or something that has died.
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3. Listen to the first verse and
listen for the sounds:
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.
Identify the different types of sounds: s-sounds,
m-sounds, vowel sounds, consonance and assonance
repeated words: fruit, to bend, to swell, to the core, to set:
things are getting filled to capacity
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4. Listen again to the 1st stanza
(stanza means room in Italian) and think about
what you see:
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.
What do you see?
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5. Listen to the 2nd
stanza and see if you can both listen and see simultaneously:
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-reap'd 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.
What do you hear and see?
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6. 3rd
Stanza: Night has come on: more rhyming is going on.
What are the hot spots in the stanza?
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-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy
hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small
gnats mourn
Among the river sallows,
borne aloft
Or sinking as
the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with
treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a
garden-croft;
And gathering
swallows twitter in the skies.
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7.
With poetry, go through and get the basic plot of the poem down and then
go
back and look at how the poem is
made from the inside out: sound, construction,
rhythm.
Rhythm:
"To Autumn" is a formal poem with a regular meter and rhyme
scheme, as opposed to a free verse. There is a regular, walking meter to
it.
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8. Form:
Plot
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Emotion
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Tone
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Morning
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Narrative
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Recognition
(ripeness)
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Afternoon
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Song
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Celebration
(harvest)
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Evening
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Elegy
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Exhaustion
(emptiness)
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9. Now pay
attention to the first two sentences in "To Autumn":
#1
"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."
Emotional urgency creates run-on sentence fragment.
It just keeps going and going. It is packed to capacity. It reinforces the
scene of abundance, flowers bursting, intoxicated bees, everything is ripe
to the core. Not a coincidence. Writers use syntax to enact the meaning.
Expansive syntax.
#2
"Who hath not seen thee
oft amid thy store?"
It contracts. And in the second stanza things are
being cut down and put away.
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10.
One More Time:
TO AUTUMN
(1820).
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-reap'd 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-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy
hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small
gnats mourn
Among the river sallows,
borne aloft
Or sinking as
the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with
treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a
garden-croft;
And gathering
swallows twitter in the skies.
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