Nostalgia. “My Papa’s Waltz” – Theodore Roethke. 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.
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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.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Nostalgia - A bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past.
Write about a time that you find yourself thinking back to fondly, but achingly. Do you find yourself missing middle school? Did you ever live somewhere else that you think about? Do you miss a person that you no-longer see?
Describe the memories that you have of that person, place, situation and the mixed emotions you have about those memories.
After reading “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth and “My Papa’s Waltz” by Theodore Roethke, we’re going to write a poem about our pasts.
You can use the memories you wrote about in your journal for this purpose.
At least 4 stanzas
At least 4 lines each
Incorporate a rhyme scheme “Cloud” ABABCC