6.+Line+It+Up

= Read the poems written as paragraphs. Think about line breaks. Copy the poem that you like best. Paste it on the assignment sheet. On the right side of the graphic organizer, type the poem with line breaks. Google the poem, and compare the poet's line breaks to your line breaks. = = A. Click the handout to complete the assignment. = = 1) SONG = = by: Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961) = = YOU are as gold as the half-ripe grain that merges to gold again, as white as the white rain that beats through the half-opened flowers of the great flower tufts thick on the black limbs of an Illyrian apple bough. Can honey distill such fragrance as your bright hair-- for your face is as fair as rain, yet as rain that lies clear on white honey-comb, lends radiance to the white wax, so your hair on your brow casts light for a shadow. = = = = 2) who knows if the moon's = = by e. e. cummings = = who knows if the moon's a balloon, coming out of a keen city in the sky--filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should get into it, if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited, where always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves = = = = 3) Blackberry Eating = = Galway Kinnell = = I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries fall almost unbidden to my tongue, as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words like strengths or squinched, many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps, which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well in the silent, startled, icy, black language of blackberry -- eating in late September. = = =
 * B. Write a free verse poem, and pay close attention to your line breaks. Include the poem in your journal.**