Voice Palette—DICTION. Diction refers to the author’s choice of words. Words are the writer’s basic tools:. they create the color and texture of the written work; they both reflect and determine the level of formality; they shape the reader’s perceptions.
“Art is the antidote that can call us back from the edge of numbness, restoring the ability to feel for another.”
Answer & Discuss:
(excerpt from) My November Guest
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
“As I watched, the sun broke weakly through, brightened the rich red of the fawns, and kindled their white spots.”
--E.B. White “Twins,” Poems and Sketches of E.B. White
I have so fiercely dreamed of you
And walked so far and spoken of you so.
Loved a shade of you so hard
That now I’ve no more left of you.
I’m left to be a shade among the shades
A hundred times more shade than shade
To be shade cast time and time again into your sun-transfigured life.
An aged man is but a paltry thing
A tattered coat upon a stick…
--W.B. Yeats, “Sailing to Byzanthium”
A New Dress --Rachel Korn
Today for the first time
after seven long years
I put on
a new dress
but it’s too short for my grief,
too narrow for my sorrow,
and each white-glass button
like a tear flows down the folds
heavy as a stone
The man sighed hugely.
--E. Annie Prouix, The Shipping News
Fill in the blank below with an adverb:
My Father --Yehuda Amichai
The memory of my father is wrapped up in
white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.
Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits
out of his hat, he drew love from his small body,
and the rivers of his hands
overflowed with good deeds.
A rowan* like a lipsticked girl.
--Seamus Heaney, “Song,” Field Work
*a small deciduous tree native to Europe, having white flower clusters and orange berries.
The Act --William Carlos Williams
There were the roses, in the rain.
Don’t cut them, I pleaded.
They won’t last, she said.
But they’re so beautiful
where they are.
Agh, we were all beautiful, once, she
and cut them and gave them to me
in my hand.