poetry essay
Poetry Essay Requirements:
Analysis on any one of these poems, should have good topic sentence and thesis statement. At least, five intext citation required from primary source with MLA format.
Example: When Weary tries to rescue him, Billy responds with little care
for his life saying, “You guys go on without me. I’m all right” (Vonnegut 47).
CRITERIA FOR GRADING POETRY PAPERS
A. THESIS
1. You did not provide a thesis.
2. You assumed a thesis but did not state it. Or you stated a thesis, but the thesis was vague or too broad.
3. You provided an adequate thesis.
4. You provided an outstanding thesis that cogently sets up your analysis.
B. DEVELOPMENT
1. You had neither topic sentences nor logical development.
. a. You had topic sentences, but they were not logical.
. b. You had logical development, but you did not provide topic sentences.
· Weak topic sentences. Weak development.
. a. You had topic sentences, but they did not support your thesis.
. b. You had topic sentences, but they were too broad.
· You had both topic sentences and logical development. These provide a competent but uninspired framework for your description.
· You had excellent topic sentences and logical development.
C. DETAIL (EVIDENCE FROM PRIMARY SOURCES)
1. Unsatisfactory use of primary sources.
. a. You provide no supporting details and quotations from the work you were analyzing.
. b. You provide details and quotations in an apparently random order.
· Weak use of primary sources.
. a. You provide some details and quotations, but they are too general and vague.
. b. You provide some details and quotations, but too many do not belong where you place them.
· You provide generally provide details and quotations in the proper places and provide a general picture of what you are analyzing.
· Your use of details and quotations clearly, effectively, and aptly supports your argument.
D. WRITING THE ESSAY
1. Your essay lacks coherence and cohesion. Transitions are ineffective. The paragraphs read like a list, with no connection between the sentences.
2. The paragraphs have a general focus, but some sentences are unrelated. Coherence, cohesion, and transitions need work.
3. Paragraphs are generally well developed with fewer than three problems of focus, unity, or coherence. Transitions may be a bit forced.
4. Paragraphs are focused, unified, and coherent. Transitions are logical and effective.
E. GRAMMAR
1. You exceeded the maximum allowable number of serious grammatical mistakes (10).
2. You had 7-9 grammatical errors.
3. You had 4-6 errors.
4. You had 1-3 errors.
Poem 1: Dante inferno http://www2.latech.edu/~bmagee/211/tennyson/inferno.htm
Inferno
Dante (trans. H. F. Cary)
Canto xxvi. 90-149
[Virgil has taken Dante to a section of Hell where the damned are surrounded by flames. He questions one of them, who turns out to be Ulysses.]
When there the flame had come, where time and place Seem'd fitting to my guide, he thus began: "O ye, who dwell two spirits in one fire! If living I of you did merit aught, Whate'er the measure were of that desert, When in the world my lofty strain I pour'd, Move ye not on, till one of you unfold In what clime death o'ertook him self-destroy'd."
Of the old flame forthwith the greater horn Began to roll, murmuring, as a fire 100 That labours with the wind, then to and fro Wagging the top, as a tongue uttering sounds, Threw out its voice, and spake: "When I escap'd From Circe, who beyond a circling year Had held me near Caieta, by her charms, Ere thus Aeneas yet had nam'd the shore, Nor fondness for my son, nor reverence Of my old father, nor return of love, That should have crown'd Penelope with joy, Could overcome in me the zeal I had 110 T' explore the world, and search the ways of life, Man's evil and his virtue. Forth I sail'd Into the deep illimitable main, With but one bark, and the small faithful band That yet cleav'd to me. As Iberia far, Far as Morocco either shore I saw, And the Sardinian and each isle beside Which round that ocean bathes. Tardy with age Were I and my companions, when we came To the strait pass, where Hercules ordain'd 120 The bound'ries not to be o'erstepp'd by man. The walls of Seville to my right I left, On the' other hand already Ceuta past. "O brothers!" I began, "who to the west Through perils without number now have reach'd, To this the short remaining watch, that yet Our senses have to wake, refuse not proof Of the unpeopled world, following the track Of Phoebus. Call to mind from whence we sprang: Ye were not form'd to live the life of brutes 130 But virtue to pursue and knowledge high. With these few words I sharpen'd for the voyage The mind of my associates, that I then Could scarcely have withheld them. To the dawn Our poop we turn'd, and for the witless flight Made our oars wings, still gaining on the left. Each star of the' other pole night now beheld, And ours so low, that from the ocean-floor It rose not. Five times re-illum'd, as oft Vanish'd the light from underneath the moon 140 Since the deep way we enter'd, when from far Appear'd a mountain dim, loftiest methought Of all I e'er beheld. Joy seiz'd us straight, But soon to mourning changed. From the new land A whirlwind sprung, and at her foremost side Did strike the vessel. Thrice it whirl'd her round With all the waves, the fourth time lifted up The poop, and sank the prow: so fate decreed: And over us the booming billow clos'd." 149
Poem 2: Ulysess https://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poems/ulysses
Ulysses
Tennyson, Alfred Lord (1809 - 1892)
Original Text:
Alfred lord Tennyson, Poems, 2 vols. (Boston: W. D> Ticknor, 1842). PR 5550 E42a Victoria College Library (Toronto). Alfred lord Tennyson, Works (London: Macmillan, 1891). tenn T366 A1 1891a Fisher Rare Book Library (Toronto).
1It little profits that an idle king,
2By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
3Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
4Unequal laws unto a savage race,
5That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
6I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
7Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
8Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
9That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
10Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
11Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
12For always roaming with a hungry heart
13Much have I seen and known; cities of men
14And manners, climates, councils, governments,
15Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
16And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
17Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
18I am a part of all that I have met;
19Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
20Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
21For ever and forever when I move.
22How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
23To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
24As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
25Were all too little, and of one to me
26Little remains: but every hour is saved
27From that eternal silence, something more,
28A bringer of new things; and vile it were
29For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
30And this gray spirit yearning in desire
31To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
32Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
33 This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
34To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,--
35Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
36This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
37A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
38Subdue them to the useful and the good.
39Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
40Of common duties, decent not to fail
41In offices of tenderness, and pay
42Meet adoration to my household gods,
43When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
44 There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
45There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
46Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me--
47That ever with a frolic welcome took
48The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
49Free hearts, free foreheads--you and I are old;
50Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
51Death closes all: but something ere the end,
52Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
53Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
54The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
55The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
56Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
57'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
58Push off, and sitting well in order smite
59The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
60To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
61Of all the western stars, until I die.
62It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
63It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
64And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
65Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
66We are not now that strength which in old days
67Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
68One equal temper of heroic hearts,
69Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
70To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.