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Hands on Stanzas, the educational outreach program of the Poetry Center of Chicago places professional, teaching Poets in residence at Chicago Public Schools across the city. Poets teach the reading, discussion, and writing of poetry to 3 classes over the course of 20 classroom visits, typically from October through April. Students improve their reading, writing, and public speaking skills, and participating teachers report improved motivation and academic confidence. You can contact Cassie Sparkman, Director of the Hands on Stanzas program, by phone: 312.629.1665 or by email: csparkman(at)poetrycenter.org for more information.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Metaphors
We read Sylvia Plath's wonderful riddle of a poem, "Metaphors" after which students wrote exploring aspects of their appearance through metaphoe
8th Grade - Room 303
Diana P.
I'm a riddle in six metaphors
My hair is a puffy coat, a dress
My hair is a wavy plant
My forehead is a pink polka-a-dot dress
My eyes are a honey river with cinnamon on top
My lips are a cracked side-walk
My teeth are a crooked desk
Liz M.
My Eyes
My eyes are the twinkle to my soul
My eyes are a microscope
My eyes play follow the leader
My eyes are animals inside
My eyes are two brown cookies
My eyes are the sun shining bright
My eyes are two bright light bulbs
Abigail C.
Metaphor
My hair is a long path
also calm seas
that fly in the wind
and the sweet, sweet chocolate
moves around, the seahorse swimming
I feel my hair, an endless path
my eyes wide cherries in spring
strings of sparkles against the sun
8th Grade - Room 303
Diana P.
I'm a riddle in six metaphors
My hair is a puffy coat, a dress
My hair is a wavy plant
My forehead is a pink polka-a-dot dress
My eyes are a honey river with cinnamon on top
My lips are a cracked side-walk
My teeth are a crooked desk
Liz M.
My Eyes
My eyes are the twinkle to my soul
My eyes are a microscope
My eyes play follow the leader
My eyes are animals inside
My eyes are two brown cookies
My eyes are the sun shining bright
My eyes are two bright light bulbs
Abigail C.
Metaphor
My hair is a long path
also calm seas
that fly in the wind
and the sweet, sweet chocolate
moves around, the seahorse swimming
I feel my hair, an endless path
my eyes wide cherries in spring
strings of sparkles against the sun
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