Answer the following for each poem
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1. Copy one example of personification from the poem.
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3. How is the object/idea being personified?
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2. What object/idea is being personified in the example you chose?
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4. What is your interpretation of the personification?
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“April Rain Song”
By Langston Hughes
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
“Words Like Freedom”
By Langston Hughes
There are words like Freedom
Sweet and wonderful to say.
On my heart strings freedom sings
All day everyday.
There are words like Liberty
That almost make me cry.
If you had known what I know
You would know why.
There are words like Freedom
Sweet and wonderful to say.
On my heart strings freedom sings
All day everyday.
There are words like Liberty
That almost make me cry.
If you had known what I know
You would know why.
“Keep A Poem In Your Pocket”
By Beatrice Schenk de Regniers
By Beatrice Schenk de Regniers
Keep a poem in your
pocket
And a picture in your head
And you'll never feel lonely
At night when you're in bed.
And a picture in your head
And you'll never feel lonely
At night when you're in bed.
The little poem will
sing to you
The little picture bring to you
A dozen dreams to dance to you
At night when you're in bed.
The little picture bring to you
A dozen dreams to dance to you
At night when you're in bed.
So - -
Keep a picture in your pocket
And a poem in your head
And you'll never feel lonely
At night when you're in bed.
Keep a picture in your pocket
And a poem in your head
And you'll never feel lonely
At night when you're in bed.
“The sky is low, the clouds are mean”
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.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
“The Sun Just Had a Nasty Day”
By Denise Rodgers
The sun just had a nasty day,
refused to smile or shine.
It stayed behind the dark gray clouds,
a mottled, grim design.
But shortly after dinner time
one ray poked though the gray,
a spark of golden yellow warmth
reminding us of day.
If you want to please us, Sun,
(don't take this as a warning)
if you're going to pierce the clouds,
please do it in the morning.
refused to smile or shine.
It stayed behind the dark gray clouds,
a mottled, grim design.
But shortly after dinner time
one ray poked though the gray,
a spark of golden yellow warmth
reminding us of day.
If you want to please us, Sun,
(don't take this as a warning)
if you're going to pierce the clouds,
please do it in the morning.
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