Acquainted with the Night
By Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rainand back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
A lliteration
Translating Grandfathers House
E. J. Vega
According to my sketch,
Rows of lemon & mango
Trees frame the courtyard
Of Grandfathers stone
And clapboard home;
The shadow of a palomino
Gallops on the lip
Of the horizon.
The teacher says
The house is from
Some Zorro
Movie Ive seen.
Ask my mom, I protest.
She was born there
Right there on the second floor!
Crossing her arms she moves on.
Memories once certain as rivets
Become confused as awakenings
In strange places and I question
The house, the horse, the wrens
Perched on the slate roof
The roof Oscar Jartn
Tumbled from one hot Tuesday,
Installing a new weather vane;
(He broke a shin and two fingers).
Classmates finish drawings of New York City
Housing projects on Navy Street.
I draw one too, with wildgrass
Raising from sidewalk cracks like widows.
In big round letters I title it:
GRANDFATHERS HOUSE
Beaming, the teacher scrawls
An A+ in the corner and tapes
It to the green blackboard.
To the green blackboard.
imagery
The Sky is Low
by Emily Dickinson
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
personific ation
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem*.
*diadem a jeweled headband used as a royal crown
Autumn Leaves
When autumn leaves fall
burst of colors red and gold
drifting in the wind
Leaves of gold and red
wrinkled, burnt, kissed by the sun
leaves a memory
idiom
Thanksgiving
H yperbole
A mountain of baby carrots,
a turkey the size of a cow.
a river full of gravy
a dog that says meow
Every pie known to man
and gallons full of ice cream.
By the time my dinner is over
I surely wont be lean.
The Bells
Edgar Allen Poe
O nomatopoeia
Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their
melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells - From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
