COLOR ANALYSIS of POEM #1 Fog The fog come on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. --Carl Sandburg Circle these words and phrases in GREEN
COLOR ANALYSIS of POEM #2 The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence; Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
COLOR ANALYSIS of POEM #3 The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
COLOR ANALYSIS of POEM #4 BLUE underline = confusing words or phrases "Oranges" RED underline = words new to you The first time I walked Light in her eyes, a smile With a girl, I was twelve, Starting at the corners Cold, and weighted down Of her mouth. I fingered With two oranges in my jacket. A nickel in my pocket, December. Frost cracking And when she lifted a chocolate Beneath my steps, my breath That cost a dime, Before me, then gone, I didn't say anything. As I walked toward I took the nickel from Her house, the one whose My pocket, then an orange, Porch light burned yellow And set them quietly on Night and day, in any weather. The counter. When I looked up, A dog barked at me, until The lady's eyes met mine, She came out pulling And held them, knowing At her gloves, face bright Very well what it was all With rouge. I smiled, About. Touched her shoulder, and led Her down the street, across Outside, A used car lot and a line A few cars hissing past, Of newly planted trees, Fog hanging like old Until we were breathing Coats between the trees. Before a drugstore. We I took my girl's hand Entered, the tiny bell In mine for two blocks, Bringing a saleslady Then released it to let Down a narrow aisle of goods. Her unwrap the chocolate. I turned to the candies I peeled my orange Tiered like bleachers, That was so bright against And asked what she wanted - The gray of December That, from some distance, Someone might have thought I was making a fire in my hand. --Gary Soto Circle the words and phrases in GREEN.
COLOR ANALYSIS of POEMS #5 & #6 The old pond-- It would melt a frog jumps in, in my hand-- plop! The autumn frost. --Basho --Basho Mosquito at my ear-- does it think I m deaf? Even with insects-- some can sing, some can t. --Issa --Issa Circle the words and phrases in GREEN.
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COLOR ANALYSIS of POEM #8 We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks The Pool Players. Seven at the Golden Shovel We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.
COLOR ANALYSIS of POEM #9 Dream Deferred What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- and then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? --Langston Hughes
COLOR ANALYSIS of POEM #10 Old Age Sticks by e.e.cummings old age sticks up Keep Off signs)& youth yanks them down(old age cries No Tres)&(pas) youth laughs (sing old age scolds Forbid den Stop Must n't Don't &)youth goes right on gr owing old
COLOR ANALYSIS of POEM #11 Mother to Son by Langston Hughes Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards all torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor -- Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin, in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now -- For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin' And Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
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