Narrative Poems Tell a story H ave a plot WARREN PRYOR Alden Nowlan When every pencil meant a sacrifice his parents boarded him at school in town slaving to free him from the stony fields ID: 313232
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Narrative PoetrySlide2
Narrative Poems
Tell
a
story
H
ave a plotSlide3
WARREN PRYOR ~ Alden
Nowlan
When every pencil meant a sacrifice
his parents boarded him at school in town,
slaving to free him from the stony fields,
the meagre acreage that bore them down.
They blushed with pride when, at his graduation,
they watched him picking up the slender scroll,
his passport from the years of brutal toil
and lonely patience in a barren hole.
When he went in the Bank their cups ran over.They marvelled how he wore a milk-white shirtwork days and jeans on Sundays. He was savedfrom their thistle-strewn farm and its red dirt.And he said nothing. Hard and seriouslike a young bear inside his teller's cage,his axe-hewn hands upon the paper billsaching with empty strength and throttled rage.Slide4
Warrendef.
an enclosed place where small game animals or birds are kept, esp for breeding, or a part of a river or lake enclosed by nets in which fish are
kept Etymologically from warir "defend, keep
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Richard Cory – two versions
V. 1 Poem
Whenever Richard Cory went downtown,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean
favored
, and imperially slim.
And
he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, “Good morning,” and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich -- yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.Slide6
Richard Cory – two versions
V. 2 SongSlide7
Things to Consider:What are the main differences between the song and the poem?
Do you connect more strongly with one than the other? Why?
Consider the title – “Richard Cory” – can you see any interesting relationship as we did with Warren Pryor?What is the message of the poem/song? Appearance vs. Reality?
Answer the questions in the booklet, then work on the song
analysisSlide8
TO DO:Finish booklet – worth 45 marksFinish poems (10) – worth 50 marks
Song Analysis – worth 9 marksLess Than Love worksheet – 21 marks
Plath worksheet – 8 marksREADY FOR PRESENTATION!