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Symbolism in Poetry. CP English 10. Students will analyze how symbolism develops theme in poetry. For today’s objective, I will ______________. Objective. Explain to your partner was symbolism is in your own words. Symbolism is ___________________. Prior Knowledge. Read the text

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symbolism in poetry

Symbolism in Poetry

CP English 10

objective

Students will analyze how symbolism develops theme in poetry.

  • For today’s objective, I will ______________.
Objective
skill development steps the steps are the same for poetry

Read the text

  • Recognize any reoccurring or important objects from the work and ask the following questions:
    • Does this character stand for something?
    • Does this object stand for something?
    • Does this event stand for something?
  • Explain what that item symbolizes and how it impacts the text as a whole.
Skill Development- Steps**The steps are the same for poetry**
stopping by woods on a snowy evening by robert frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

  • Read and annotate the text
  • Recognize any reoccurring or important objects from the work and ask the following questions:
    • Does this character stand for something?
    • Does this object stand for something?
    • Does this event stand for something?
  • Explain what that item symbolizes and how it impacts the text as a whole.

The ______________ symbolizes _________. This symbol develops the theme of the poem because _____________________________.

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
stopping by woods on a snowy evening by robert frost1

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

  • Complete the chart for “sleep” and “woods”.
  • Complete the second question on the back sheet.
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
warm up

Take out your work from yesterday.

  • Finish the paragraph about theme in “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”.
  • Be ready to share out.
Warm-Up
after apple picking by robert frost

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree

Toward heaven still,

And there's a barrel that I didn't fill

Beside it, and there may be two or three

Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.

But I am done with apple-picking now.

Essence of winter sleep is on the night,

The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.

I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight

I got from looking through a pane of glass

I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough

And held against the world of hoary grass.

It melted, and I let it fall and break.

But I was well

Upon my way to sleep before it fell,

And I could tell

What form my dreaming was about to take.

Magnified apples appear and disappear,

Stem end and blossom end,

And every fleck of russet showing clear.

My instep arch not only keeps the ache,

It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.

I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.

And I keep hearing from the cellar bin

The rumbling sound

Of load on load of apples coming in.

For I have had too much

Of apple-picking: I am overtired

Of the great harvest I myself desired.

There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,

Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.

For all

That struck the earth,

No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,

Went surely to the cider-apple heap

As of no worth.

One can see what will trouble

This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.

Were he not gone,

The woodchuck could say whether it's like his

Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,

Or just some human sleep.

“After Apple-Picking” by Robert Frost
  • Read and annotate the text
after apple picking by robert frost1

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree

Toward heaven still,

And there's a barrel that I didn't fill

Beside it, and there may be two or three

Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.

But I am done with apple-picking now.

Essence of winter sleep is on the night,

The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.

I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight

I got from looking through a pane of glass

I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough

And held against the world of hoary grass.

It melted, and I let it fall and break.

But I was well

Upon my way to sleep before it fell,

And I could tell

What form my dreaming was about to take.

Magnified apples appear and disappear,

Stem end and blossom end,

And every fleck of russet showing clear.

My instep arch not only keeps the ache,

It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.

I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.

And I keep hearing from the cellar bin

The rumbling sound

Of load on load of apples coming in.

For I have had too much

Of apple-picking: I am overtired

Of the great harvest I myself desired.

There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,

Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.

For all

That struck the earth,

No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,

Went surely to the cider-apple heap

As of no worth.

One can see what will trouble

This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.

Were he not gone,

The woodchuck could say whether it's like his

Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,

Or just some human sleep.

“After Apple-Picking” by Robert Frost

2. Recognize any reoccurring or important objects from the work and ask the following questions:

  • Does this character stand for something?
  • Does this object stand for something?
  • Does this event stand for something?
after apple picking by robert frost2

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree

Toward heaven still,

And there's a barrel that I didn't fill

Beside it, and there may be two or three

Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.

But I am done with apple-picking now.

Essence of winter sleep is on the night,

The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.

I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight

I got from looking through a pane of glass

I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough

And held against the world of hoary grass.

It melted, and I let it fall and break.

But I was well

Upon my way to sleep before it fell,

And I could tell

What form my dreaming was about to take.

Magnified apples appear and disappear,

Stem end and blossom end,

And every fleck of russet showing clear.

My instep arch not only keeps the ache,

It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.

I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.

And I keep hearing from the cellar bin

The rumbling sound

Of load on load of apples coming in.

For I have had too much

Of apple-picking: I am overtired

Of the great harvest I myself desired.

There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,

Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.

For all

That struck the earth,

No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,

Went surely to the cider-apple heap

As of no worth.

One can see what will trouble

This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.

Were he not gone,

The woodchuck could say whether it's like his

Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,

Or just some human sleep.

“After Apple-Picking” by Robert Frost

3. Explain what that item symbolizes and how it impacts the text as a whole.

The ______________ symbolizes _________. This symbol develops the theme of the poem because _____________________________.

after apple picking

Complete the chart for “dreaming”, “apples”, “apple-picking”, and “The Great Harvest”.

  • Complete the final two questions on the back of the sheet.
“After Apple-Picking”
work for today

You need to complete the chart for both “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” and “After Apple-Picking”.

  • Complete all the questions on the back of the packet. There should be a paragraph response for each one.
  • If you finish early, you can work on LOTF or your essay that is due next week on THURSDAY.
    • Typed, MLA
Work for Today