Closed Form

1. Closed Form • Any poem with a specific structure • Regularity and consistency • Could be rhyme, line length, or metrical pattern Examples: haiku, limericks, sonnets

2. Example of Closed Form Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though.He will not see me stopping hereto watch his woods fill up with snow.

3. Open Form • Poem that has the freedom away from regularity and consistency of rhyme, line lengths, metrical patterns, structure, etc. • Free Verse

4. “Buffalo Bill’s”by e.e. cummings Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

5. Diction Definition • Diction – the selection of words • This is important in poetry because the choice of words in a work can convey feeling, action, or attitude. "This living hand, now warm and capableOf earnest grasping, would, if it were coldAnd in the icy silence of the tomb,So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nightsThat thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of bloodSo in my veins red life might stream again.And thou be conscience-calmed — see here it is —I hold it towards you."John Keats, The Living Hand Example EXPLANATION: When The Living Hand was written by John Keats in 1818, he knew that he was dying. By describing silence as "icy" instead of using a word like "piercing" or "utter", he is both showing the severity of the silence as well as conveying the feeling of death. In fact, throughout the poem he chooses to use words such as cold, icy, chill, tomb, and nights which all convey a feeling of death. This choice of diction was critical in the delivery of the message of this work.

6. Let’s Practice My Papa's Waltz The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself.  The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.